"Hurry up and fly! Hurry, hurry!"
Duanmu Chao's zhenqi burst out and surged into the Condor's body. The Condor shrieked as if it had been stimulated by something. It sped up and rushed forward.
The two eagles, one in front and one behind, were about ten thousand meters apart as they quickly flew towards the mystical sword sect.
On Lu Ming's side, as there was one less person, their speed was faster. The distance between them was slowly closing.
However, it was still impossible to catch up to him in a short time.
Soon, three hours had passed.
The distance between them was only about two thousand meters. However, they were already close to the mystical sword sect's territory.
"Haha, we're almost there. We're finally almost there. Lu Ming, you still want to kill me? dream on!"
Lu yunxiong laughed hysterically.
However, the killing intent in Lu Ming's eyes did not diminish and was still extremely strong.
Buzzzzzz! Buzzzzzz!
