Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1042 - 622: Commanding the Eagle

Including Wen Liu brothers, the fat assassin and others, or Du Fuwei and those people, or Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin and others.

In the sky.

Sui Yi also swayed slightly like a pendulum, pulling the reins and leaping upward as if stepping on clouds.

When the rope was cut.

Sui Yi had already grabbed the other foot of the eagle.

Balancing left and right?

Sui Yi was already close, raising his leg for a perfect, beautiful airborne elbow kick!

Directly kicked the Turks Master’s abdomen...

Phew!

The Turks Master was kicked out and released the iron box he was holding...

Sui Yi’s hand caught the handle.

Crash!

The Turks Master fell down.

Jump, grab rope, throw, leap, kick, seize treasure.

All in one go!

But now... the falling Turks Master angrily whistled in mid-air.

The eagle was frantically shaking its body... fiercely circling in the air, ultimately aiming to take Sui Yi crashing towards the opposite Liuxiang Building!

And then, what next?

Everyone watched, watching them charge towards Liuxiang Building.

At a height of forty to fifty meters, less than a hundred meters distance.

That was an incredibly dangerous situation.

And then..

A hundred meters, eighty meters, fifty meters....

Coincidentally, the people at the top floor were simply watching this person and eagle charging towards them.

The cold-faced man smiled.

Just right, delivering himself to the door.

However, another tall man frowned.

"Give it to me, or you’re dead!"

Angrily shouted the Turks Master who had been caught by another eagle, attempting to make Sui Yi yield.

But...

Whoosh, Sui Yi leveraged himself, leaping with the iron box onto the eagle’s back.

Half-kneeling on the eagle’s back, pressing down on the eagle’s head with his left hand.

The Beak of the Golden Crow pointed at the back of its head.

Sui Yi’s mouth slightly opened, emitting sound.

That was a sound that Seo Ziling and the rest could never have heard, but the two on the top floor had high martial prowess and obviously heard it, yet did not understand it, only finding it quite Xuan Ao.

Then looked beneath.

The person and eagle were still heading for that massive wall.

And then....

There was a window on the wall.

The window was closed, but at that moment, it opened.

Time rewound thirty seconds prior.

Inside the fifth floor of the Liuxiang Pavilion, the large room was ornately decorated, yet quite elegant and grand, not lacking in uniquely crafted refinement, the floor was covered with precious Persian carpets, several maids were assisting in organizing the luggage.

Of course, it was taking things out of the luggage.

And the sound was very light, seemingly fearing to disturb someone.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a gracefully tall lady was sitting on the carpet gently playing a Long Zither, as her fingers barely touched the strings, an eagle’s cry suddenly came from outside.

Hmm? Is there such a majestic and powerful eagle within Yangzhou territory?

She raised an eyebrow, moreover, this eagle’s cry sounded piercingly mournful, seemingly... getting closer.

Consequently, she walked to the window and opened it.

Then she saw the rapidly approaching eagle, and the person half-kneeling on top of it.

This person’s cold and stern brows were perfectly ordinary, but under this seemingly ordinary face, an aura like a lone glacier emerged.

This glacier was crashing here.

Precisely aimed, incredibly precise, right towards her...

Anyone without martial arts could only instinctively close their eyes.

Crash~~

The fierce wind brought by the giant wings lifted the ink-colored hair like satin.

Also took away the jade hairpin tying the hair...

Long hair dancing....

The eagle’s cry remained.

Lift, surge, dominating upward.

Only two meters distance.

When she opened her eyes, the eagle was already diving towards the top floor, and then a somersault...

Circling above the sky.

Distantly, steadily circling the sky.

The other Turks Master, also maneuvering an eagle, whistled several times, yet the eagle responded none.

Only the Central Plains Swordsman on the eagle turned back and glanced at him.

"Thanks for the eagle."

What the hell!

The Turks Master was shocked and frantically, hysterically speechless, watching that person leave with the iron box and eagle.

In front of everyone in Wind Moon House.

In front of everyone in Liuxiang Pavilion.

"This person... just what... is this ghost"

That cold-faced man stared dazedly at the distant disappearing black shadow.

"Whatever he is, notify the sentinels in the Southeast direction... chase!"

The two flew swiftly along the pavilion, soon reaching downstairs, then mounted fast horses...

Once the two left, at a drinking feast beside the Liuxiang Building in the willow woods, a handsome scholar closed his fan and whispered to the person opposite: "Eerie, everyone from the Flower Sect came... speed’s impressive..."

The person opposite had an uneasy expression, thought for a moment, and still said: "Should we alert the sect inside?"