Chapter 1190 My name is Ye Chen, who remembers? (Part 2)
There are many peaks, and the rolling clouds and mist roll out...51o.
The cold moonlight covered it with a layer of gauze, and a chuckle echoed among the peaks: "Brother Fanbai is indeed amazing, killing the Lingwu realm with one strike!"
The sharp sound of breaking wind was followed by the chuckle, and under the moonlight, several tall and tall figures appeared through the sky.
The spatial turbulence surging around it was suppressed by the sword's will and rules, and the leader was Wei Yang, the younger brother of Wan Yu Sword.
A few days ago, Wei Young came here with the elders of Wan Yu Sword Sect.
Over the past few days, the elders of the Eternal Sword Sect have also arrived here one after another, with more than twenty people in the Spiritual Martial Realm lined up.
"It's just a side trick, Brother Weiyang is laughing at it!" Ye Fan said with Bai Gong cupping his hands, his sharp eyes swept across the enemy troops coming from the air, and said solemnly: "These people have a lot to do with you!"
With a slight smile, Wei Yang raised his sword and came out. Its fierce sword intent burst out of the body and hovered in the void, forming a huge shadow of the sword intent.
Turning around, Weiyang met more than thirty spiritual warriors in the void, smiled solemnly, and rushed forward first.
Whoosh! More than twenty dazzling sword lights streaked across the sky and shot straight into the void.
In an instant, the sword intent surged like a torrent in the void, and the rules surged, and its diffuse aftermath was enough to destroy the rain of arrows all over the sky.
Bang bang! The sound of stepping on the air rang next to Ye Fanbai's ears. Chu Sanjian, Zi Yan and other Jade Emperor Academy Spiritual Martial Realms appeared next to Ye Fanbai Zhou, only protecting him.
"Although Weiyang and others are strong in strength, it is still difficult for more than 20 Lingwu realms to fight against more than 30 Lingwu realms. We can only hold them back, please help!" Ye Fanbai exhaled slightly, and inside his body
His blood surged slightly.
Hearing this, Chu Sanjian nodded, waved his big hand, and several sword lights shot into the sky.
Only Chu Sanjian and Zi Yan stood beside Ye Fanbai. As the coach, Ye Fanbai was related to the momentum of the army and could not lose anything.
"The torrent of sword intent has blocked the attack of the arrow rain and the sword formation!" Her teeth opened slightly, and Zi Yan's eyebrows were slightly frowned. There was a unique charm.
With solemn eyes, Ye Fanbai looked at the massive millions of enemy troops below. Just relying on the rain of arrows could no longer stop the pace of the enemy troops. Even if the border fortress was impregnable, it could not withstand the attack of millions of enemy troops.
"These people must not be allowed to get close to the border fortress, otherwise once the border fortress is destroyed, the only remaining defense line of the Huangfeng Kingdom will be gone!" Ye Fanbai said coldly, raising his right hand and swinging it down suddenly.
At the same time, in the frontier fortress, the loud sound of war drums soared into the sky.
The blood-red border fortress suddenly opened, and like a tide of silver-armored troops, there were more than 600,000 soldiers riding out.
"Kill!" More than 600,000 cavalrymen galloped on their horses, just for a few breaths. The two armies clashed, and the sound of killing could not be heard.
Not a blade of grass grows, there are pools of blood everywhere, and mountains of corpses pile up.
Ran Qian and other students from Jade Emperor Academy shuttled between the two armies, and their main task was to assassinate the opposing generals.
The battle between millions of armies tests the general's commanding ability. He can unite millions of armies into a whole, rather than scattered teams running amok.
The night was still young, the moonlight was getting thicker. Ye Fanbai completely suppressed the roiling blood in his body. He took a breath and said: "The three of you and I rush into the enemy army and try to kill the opponent's generals first."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Fanbai kicked off his feet, and his figure was like a wild goose. He fell down and landed on the debris everywhere. After a few breaths, his figure disappeared into the sea of people.
At the same time, the bright sword light loomed among the millions of troops. Compared with the surging torrent of sword energy, this sword light was somewhat insignificant.
However, this kind of sword light always brings up blooming blood lotuses, and the enemy generals fall one by one.
Catching a glimpse of the flash of sword light, Chu Sanjian took a breath. With a million troops, even the Lingwu realm had to temporarily avoid the edge when facing this million troops. However, Ye Fanbai did not retreat but advanced, taking the lead.
Ying Shang, just this courage is enough to make people admire.
"Be careful!" Chu Sanjian turned his face slightly, looked at the water-clear eyes in front of him, and warned.
"Giggle, these little guys can't help me!" Zi Yan smiled sweetly, her jade feet landed in the void, and her sword energy appeared through the air, forming pieces of fluttering petals that rustled down.
The fragrance of flowers filled the air, dissipating a lot of the smell of blood. Zi Yan's figure also disappeared among the millions of troops. She was brought out with a sword, and the petals followed her like a shadow, unstoppable.
Even so, Chu Sanjian was still a little worried. He always felt that the enemy this time was not as simple as the previous times. At least the number of Lingwu realms was several times that of the previous times.
Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Chu Sanjian raised his long sword, the scar on his face looked more ferocious, and shouted: "Anyone who offends our Emperor Feng will be punished no matter how far away!"
Before he finished speaking, Chu Sanjian roared towards him with the overwhelming power of rules, setting off a bloody storm. Wherever he passed, warriors fell in pieces.
"Anyone who offends our Huang Feng will be killed!" The commander is leading the charge, how can ordinary soldiers be afraid of them? The momentum on Huang Feng's side is rising sharply.
The three men appeared and disappeared, and easily took away the enemy general's head. Without the general's guidance, the enemy's million-strong army also fell into chaos, and many square formations were broken through by the cavalry.
Hundreds of thousands of feet away, an old figure stood above the forest sea.
The cold wind sweeps in, always setting off undulating green waves.
The thin military clothes made a hunting sound. The old man's face was kind, but his pair of eagle eyes broke through the gentle face and looked a bit sharp.
With his hands behind his back, the old man looked far away at the end of the horizon. Standing here, he could see the densely packed army of millions of people like a tide. Even though they were thousands of feet away, the old man could still hear the sound of killing rising into the sky.
"Some trash!" the old man whispered, his voice extremely hoarse.
Whoosh! Two sword lights streaked across the sky and landed on the treetops.
With blood all over their bodies, the two warriors knelt on the ground and said: "Commander, our army has been defeated, and all its generals have been beheaded off their horses!"
Hearing this, the old man's eyes showed coldness and he snorted coldly: "Trash, a million troops can't take down this border fortress!"
"The enemy has reinforcements ambushing around. According to our observation, these reinforcements come from the Wanyu Sword Sect, the Eternal Sword Sect and many other sects." He called the trash to his face, and the general's face was also a little gloomy, ***, what are you doing?
When has the coach made a battle plan and only knows how to attack hard?
Although the two complained, they still looked terrified.
With a wave of his sleeves and robe, the old man stepped out of the air and said calmly: "That's all, that's all, I'll take action myself. How can a mere blockade withstand my sword?"
Crack! As the old man stepped down, the space within a hundred feet of him was shattered, and the forest sea surging below instantly turned into wood chips all over the sky. They rustled down.
An unprecedented oppression filled the old man's body, suppressing the void.
Kacha! Unable to withstand the pressure, the two generals roared down, and their bodies hit the rocks hard. Their eyes were horrified, "Martial arts oppression?
At this moment, the resentment in the hearts of the two generals immediately disappeared. Who could have imagined that this twilight old man was actually a warrior in the martial arts realm? No wonder the kings of all countries would let this man command an army of millions.
In the martial arts realm, how can a mere fortress stop the pace of the martial arts realm? The old man stepped into the air, and in just a few steps, his figure appeared above the million-strong army. The old man looked at the people fighting below indifferently, with a pair of eagle eyes flowing.
The pressure he exerts makes people afraid to look directly.
In the midst of the chaos, Chu Sanjian and Zi Yan's expressions suddenly changed. They raised their heads and looked directly at the old man in the sky. His overwhelming pressure roared towards them. The explosion was heard deep inside the two of them.
"Martial Arts Realm!" Chu Sanjian and Zi Yan took a step back. This pressure was definitely the oppression of the Martial Arts Realm. Countries were so rampant, completely flouting the rules of the Jade Emperor Palace, not only sending out Lingwu Realm.
A strong person in the martial arts realm.
"You are the ones who came to kill us, the Jade Emperor Academy. For the sake of the Jade Emperor Palace, I will not hold you two responsible, but you will also have to pay the price for today's actions." Martial Arts
The soul power of the realm was extremely strong. The old man opened his eyes slightly and noticed the existence of Chu Sanjian, Zi Yan and others. He snorted coldly and brought up the terrifying coercion of heaven and earth, whizzing down on Chu Sanjian and Zi Yan.
Bang bang! The condensed sword intent on Zi Yan and Chu Sanjian immediately collapsed. The two of them took a few steps back, their faces turned pale, and a touch of red appeared at the corners of their mouths.
Just as she was about to use her sword intent to break through the pressure of martial arts, Zi Yanfang found that under the pressure of martial arts, it was extremely difficult for her to even raise her sword.
The surrounding armies dispersed one after another. Where Chu Sanjian and Zi Yan were standing, there was no one within a hundred feet.
With a single movement of his hand, he suppressed two spiritual warriors, and the old man frightened many soldiers with just one move.
Raising his head, the old man looked at the battlefield above, his eyes showing coldness: "How dare the mere Wan Yu Sword Sect and the Eternal Sword Sect interfere in this matter!"
The wave of space surged, Wei Yang's mind was slightly shaken, and when he met the old man's gloomy gaze, the sword intent condensed on his body almost collapsed, "Martial arts realm!"
Looking around, Wei Yang knew that once the martial arts realm intervened in this matter, the situation of the Huangfeng Kingdom would be over.
"Oh, could it be that Huang Feng's situation is over?" Wei Yang and others looked at each other and sighed slightly. If Huang Feng's situation is over, there is no need for them to stay here and die.
Stepping out of the air, the old man walked towards the border fortress step by step. The huge border fortress shook as the old man stepped down.
A few breaths later, the old man had reached the sky above the border fortress. Looking at the border fortress below that was winding like a giant dragon, he smiled solemnly and said: "Except for this border fortress, the Huangfeng Kingdom has no defense line to resist the iron hooves of our army. He rode his horse down and attacked directly.
Luoxia City."
The old man raised his hand, and the terrifying coercion of heaven and earth gathered together. Thousands of thunders roared from heaven and earth, and a thousand feet in radius became a thunder pool.
The silver-armored army below the thunder pool had no time to escape and was directly obliterated by Wan Lei.
The screams were endless, and the old man's eyes were filled with coldness. Suddenly, the old man's pupils shrank slightly. On the tall border fortress, Ye Fanbai was dressed in white, looking at the thunder pool hovering in the sky with indifferent eyes, and met the old man.
"Earlier, I thought you had been buried in a million-strong army, but I didn't expect that you had fled into the frontier fortress. It just so happened that when I destroyed the frontier fortress, I took you with me, the coach of the Huangfeng Kingdom, what do you think?" the old man said lightly, with a tone like
Like a god who rules the heaven and earth.
The silver snake shuttled through the broken void, and the pressure of martial arts roared onto Ye Fanbai, and the blood in his body tumbled. Despite this, Ye Fanbai's figure was like the spine of a sword, without twists and turns.
Phew! A delicate knife appeared in Ye Fanbai's hand. Ye Fanbai's eyes were filled with absolute despair. Wei Young could see that the situation in Huangfeng Kingdom was over. As the coach, how could he not see it.
Ten years of combat experience told Ye Fanbai that the best choice now is to preserve his strength and lead his army to leave, rather than engage in a fight between trapped beasts.
However, when he stepped into this land, Ye Fanbai knew that there were only two fates for him, to return to his hometown with honor, or to die here in battle.
This is the only line of defense of the Huangfeng Kingdom, and it must not be broken. Ye Fanbai's eyes were filled with absolute certainty, without any fear, "Father, Fan Bai still failed to live up to your hopes and could not keep the family's power!"
Thousands of secret guards stood on the border, lined up. They were the roots in the darkness. If the towering trees fell down, these roots would have no meaning in their existence.
Staring straight into the sky with her cold eyes, Qimeng had a look of absolute determination, determined to defend her family.
"These are nothing that can stop me, and the sword in your hand can't hurt me. Unfortunately, if your bloodline is awakened, you will definitely shine in the Martial God Continent, just like the Sword God Rizhao!" The old man shook his head and slowed down his right hand.
Falling slowly, thousands of thunders roared.
At this moment, Ye Fanbai flipped his right hand, and a blade of light flashed past, as if traveling through time and space, and appeared in front of the old man in an instant.
The bright sword light continued to expand in the old man's eyes, actually tearing apart the martial arts will of those around him.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth immediately froze, and he turned to the right to avoid this dangerous knife.
Phew! The sword light dissipated, and a delicate knife was still inserted into the old man's right shoulder. Blood surged and stained the blade red.
There was a dead silence in the void. Wei Yang and others stopped one after another and looked at this scene in disbelief. Ye Fanbai's knife actually hurt the martial arts realm?
After cutting through the air with a knife, Ye Fanbai's face turned pale in vain, and all the power in his body was gone. Despite this, he still stood tall and straight, looking directly at the old man in the sky. My knife is the same to everyone, regardless of the martial arts level.
With pity in his eyes, Ye Fanbai knew that if the old man had reacted half a beat slower, the knife would have been enough to pierce his head. He was worthy of the martial arts realm.
The overwhelming anger spread in the old man's heart. Damn, the old man was actually hurt by a piece of trash under the gaze of millions of pairs of eyes. The face of the martial arts realm was trampled on, and the old man ignored the pain on his shoulders.
Injured, his right hand suddenly dropped: "Go to hell!"
Thousands of thunders descended, and the frontier fortress shook even more violently.
Sword intent surged, Qimeng and others tried to take action, but under the pressure of martial arts, they were still unable to move.
Facing death, Ye Fanbai just felt a little regretful, Huang Feng was about to die.
Click! Under the gaze of millions of pairs of eyes, Wan Lei flooded the huge frontier fortress. However, in the next moment, Wan Lei collapsed strangely, and Ye Fanbai and others appeared in everyone's sight again, safe and sound.
In addition, a figure in white clothes, Sheng Xue, appeared on the frontier fortress, holding a wine bottle in one hand, and his long black hair dancing wildly behind his back.
The moment this figure appeared, the surrounding area became inexplicably quiet.
The sudden change made the old man unable to react in time. The old man looked stunned and said: "Who are you?"
Hearing this, the young man raised his head, the wind blew his long hair, and a delicate face appeared in the eyes of the old man.
Grabbing the flask, the young man took a long drink and said to himself: "Who am I?"
"Perhaps many people have forgotten me, at least you have!" the young man said with a half-smile.
Facing that ancient well-wound gaze, the old man felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, "Who are you?"
"Oh, my name is Ye Chen, who remembers me?"
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