At this time, Fan Yang clasped his fists and said: "My Lord Governor, the general is willing to go to war!"
Zhou Yanyu thought for a moment and realized that Lin Feng was actually more confident in fighting, but Fan Yang's combat power was not low, and he could not afford to offend him, so he said: "Brother Fan, be careful."
Immediately, Fan Yang flashed and landed at the foot of the city. He pulled out a long red sword and said: "Please!"
The young man with the surname of Master from the Beast Department suddenly smiled, pulled out a long black knife, and said, "Then Master, you're welcome!"
Immediately, the black long knife in the man's hand suddenly became radiant, and his body suddenly flashed, and he struck in front of Fan Yang as fast as lightning, and he quickly slashed with the knife!
The long sword in Fan Yang's hand condensed with red sword energy, and he slashed quickly.
The swords clashed, and with a clang, Fan Yang felt a powerful force coming towards him. The sword body trembled, and he couldn't help but retreat quickly.
At the city gate, Nangong Yanyu's expression changed slightly, and he said: "This man is a master of the beast department. Although his cultivation level is only similar to that of Brother Fan, he has taken the path of integrating beast blood and training his body, and his physical strength is extremely strong. Fan
My brother is in a bad situation."
Yan Yangzi stroked his beard and smiled, saying: "Nephew Nangong, don't worry."
Ling Feng was also thinking that since Fan Yang was a disciple of a great sect, he should not be defeated so easily.
Under the city gate, dozens of meters away, two figures, one red and one blue, kept intertwining, swords clashing, sword energy and sword light crisscrossing.
Fan Yang had been suppressed. After a moment, a layer of extremely hot red flames quietly condensed on the edge of his sword. With one slash, he cut a gap in the opponent's black long sword.
"Lihuo Zhenyan!"
The expression of the young man surnamed Shi suddenly changed slightly. The Lihuo true flame originating from the Suzaku Holy Fire was already an extremely powerful fourth-level true fire. Even the fourth-level divine weapon could not withstand the scorching heat and had to soften before being cut out.
There is a gap. If there are a few more blows, maybe all the magic weapons will be cut off, and then we will definitely lose.
"It's time to decide the winner!"
The young man named Master secretly thought, and immediately activated the magic weapon soul skill. In an instant, a huge three-headed green lion phantom appeared, and suddenly let out a thunderous roar.
The soul attacks of these three green lions were extremely terrifying. Fan Yang was instantly immersed in the soul shock and lost his consciousness.
A battle between masters can determine victory, defeat, life or death in a matter of seconds.
The young man surnamed Master swung his sword and slashed at him. At this moment, Fan Yang's hand suddenly glowed red, and the illusion of a huge red flamingo appeared, suddenly rushing into the sea of consciousness of the young man surnamed Master.
This is because the divine weapon in Fan Yang's hand sensed the crisis of the sword master and automatically activated the soul skill to protect the master.
The young man surnamed Shi was struck by the flamingo demon soul and immediately fell into confusion.
After a while, the two woke up one after another.
At this moment, the young man named Shi suddenly opened his mouth and let out a loud roar, like the roar of a wild lion.
Fan Yang's eardrums were vibrating and buzzing, and his soul was also vibrating.
This lion's roar move is a mixture of sound waves and divine soul attacks, making it difficult to resist.
At this moment, the young man surnamed Shi jumped up, tensed his muscles, concentrated his strength in his hands, and suddenly slashed his sword in the air, cutting off Fan Yang's head.
At this moment, just as Fan Yang was about to be slashed in two, a white sword light suddenly came and blocked the falling black sword.
With a clang, the long black sword was blocked for a moment. The white sword light flashed again and returned to Ling Feng's hand.
The young man surnamed Shi swung his sword and slashed again, trying to take the opportunity to kill Fan Yang.
At this time, Fan Yang came to his senses and swung his sword to block the sword.
Seeing that the opportunity had been missed, the young man surnamed Shi stopped attacking. He just smiled and said: "Da Chu is really full of talents. If one can't do it, then two will do it. The seven tribes of our Southern Barbarians are indeed inferior!"
"Hahaha!"
The Nanman soldiers in the distance let out loud jeering sounds.
Fan Yang looked uncertain, not knowing whether to thank Lin Feng for saving his life or blame him for ruining his reputation.
"You win!"
Immediately, he dropped a word coldly and returned to the city wall in a flash.
At this time, the Nanman camp.
The Barbarian King Meng Wei smiled at a middle-aged man in blue robes and said: "Nephew Wenxing is indeed brave and extraordinary. He won the first victory, which greatly boosted the morale of our army."
The middle-aged man in blue robe was Shi Wenzong, the leader of the Beast Tribe and the master of the Beast City. The young man who defeated Fan Yang was his son Shi Wenxing. At this time, he smiled and said modestly, "Although Wenxing is brave, how can he compare to him?"
Enter Meng Jie’s virtuous nephew.”
After a pause, he said: "Barbarian King, your morale is now strong. Do you want to order an attack?"
Meng Wei said: "Let my nephew come back, and I will find a way to kill him."
Immediately, Shi Wenxing received the message, returned to the front of the formation, communicated with the Barbarian King for a moment, and then stepped forward to call the formation again, saying: "Shi is here again to receive advice. I wonder which young martial artist is willing to give me advice?"
At this time, on the city wall.
Zhou Yanyu clasped his fists and said, "This man is so rampant, please ask Brother Lin to kill this beast!"
"Brother Zhou, don't worry, I'll come as soon as I go."
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he flashed and landed at the city gate. In a flash, he arrived in front of Shi Wenxing and said coldly: "Please!"
"In that case, Master, you're welcome!"
After Shi Wenxing finished speaking, he flashed his figure and suddenly activated the divine weapon soul skill. The illusion of a huge three-headed green lion appeared and let out a thundering roar.
The soul power attack of these three green lion illusions is extremely powerful. They are already in the middle stage of Wuzong, almost at the peak level. If it were Fan Yang, he would definitely be hit. But Ling Feng's soul power exceeded 500 points, which is already the limit of Wuzong. With this soul
The powerful attack was like a breeze blowing on his face. Therefore, his expression did not change, and he appeared behind this person in a flash. The cold dragon sword suddenly unsheathed and slashed at him quickly.
Ling Feng's movement was so fast that Shi Wenxing had no time to react and was about to be killed.
At this time, the black long sword in Shi Wenxing's hand suddenly burst out with a burst of yellow soul power and attacked Ling Feng's sea of consciousness. It turned into a golden iron rod condensed with earth soul power and slammed into Ling Feng's Xuanshui.
Martial spirit. This earth-type soul power is already as strong as that of the late Wuzong. It is also extremely thick, with a suppressive force. This is the barbarian king Meng Wei's Huntian stick intention. It is extremely thick, compared to Xie Zhenkun's suppressive power.
I don’t know how much stronger Yue Dao’s will was.
Zhou Yanyu, Nangong Yanyu, Han Yue and others all felt this powerful fluctuation of soul power, and they couldn't help but worry about Lin Feng.
Ling Feng also knew that this was not a divine weapon soul skill, but someone who placed a powerful stick in the divine weapon to plot against him. Unfortunately, this person underestimated his own divine soul cultivation! His Xuanyin divided soul turned into a lock
The soul chain tied up the golden iron rod, locked it completely, and quickly refined it with the dark flames. The consciousness was not affected at all, but the Xuanshui martial spirit activated a Canglang Sword Intent, and the master who had just turned around was
Wenxing was involved in the illusion of sword intent, and immediately slashed with the Hanjiao Sword.
Blood splashed, and Shi Wenxing's head flew up and landed!
Shi Wenzong's expression changed drastically, and his murderous intent was awe-inspiring. He quickly crossed the distance of a hundred meters and slashed towards Ling Feng with his sword.
However, the brilliance of the Xumi bracelet in Ling Feng's left hand flashed, and he put Shi Wenxing's head and body into the Xumi bracelet. At the same time, he grabbed the still trembling black long knife with one hand, jumped up, and landed on the city wall, avoiding
In response to Shi Wenzong's attack, he cupped his fists at Zhou Yanyu and said, "Brother Zhou, Lin Feng is lucky to have lived up to his command!"
Zhou Yanyu laughed and said: "Brother Lin is indeed a trustworthy person, he really comes as he goes!"