Chapter 85 Break into the city, the two armies fight
"boom!"
The Purple Sun Splitting Air Spear in Yingzhan's hand crossed the armor on Chu Feifan's chest and hit the wooden pillar at the street corner. The wooden pillar exploded under the violent collision, and wood chips flew into the sky.
Chu Feifan turned sideways and drove his horse forward, his figure suddenly rose up, the purple gold sword in his hand flew out, and slashed down on Ying Zhan's figure through the air.
"boom!"
Yingzhan took back the spear in his hand and collided with Chu Feifan's long sword, which was coming from the attack. The huge killing force collided, and the two figures staggered and fell, staring at each other with sharp eyes.
"Yingzhan, you are at the end of your battle. Although you are brave enough to defeat the three armies, you are no match for me. You should dismount and restrain me. I will spare your life!"
"Don't even think about it! We still don't know who will win."
"Suffer death!"
The Ziyang Sky-Splitting Spear in Ying Zhan's hand turned into a black ray of light, penetrating the barrier of the air and stabbing Chu Feifan's figure. The gun gleam was extremely sharp and exuded an unstoppable momentum.
When Chu Feifan saw this, his eyes flashed like daggers, and the long sword in his hand flew out of the air. He released his Nine Ultimate Sword Skills, and the sword light shrouded his whole body in an elegant, sharp and airtight manner.
The two met hand-to-hand and fought fiercely for dozens of rounds. Yingzhan was worthy of being a veteran of the Fengyun Legion. His immediate kung fu and the Ziyang Splitting Air Spear in his hands worked flawlessly. After dozens of rounds, Chu Feifan did not get the slightest gain.
The advantage is that because of the weapon, Yingzhan has always had the upper hand and suppressed Chu Feifan.
"The new emperor of Zichu?"
"You are indeed a rare opponent. I can fight with you in my lifetime. It is really an honor to defeat you! Tonight in Fengyang City, there will be an end between you and me. I really don't know who God will favor!"
Ying Zhan looked directly at Chu Feifan with a stern expression, strong fighting spirit rushing from his body, and the Ziyang Splitting Air Spear in his hand was raised again and pointed directly at Chu Feifan in front of him.
"Yingzhan, my army has already broken through the city, and Feng Yang is under the control of a few people. How can you with one person resist my army of tens of thousands?"
"I advise you to surrender. Maybe I will be merciful and let you go, leaving your body intact!"
Chu Feifan stared at Ying Zhan with sharp eyes, a look of awe in his eyes, and a vast fighting spirit lingering on his figure. He held the sword tightly with one hand and said in a cold voice.
"Hahaha.........."
"Although the city is broken, as long as the blood on my body has not been drained, you can never ask me to surrender! The city is still alive, but my life is sworn to coexist with the wind and the sun!"
Yingzhan saw death as if he were home, laughed loudly, galloped over on horseback, the spear in his hand burst into the air, and stabbed out dozens of spear shadows like a violent storm, falling towards Chu Feifan's figure.
"Well done!"
"Nine unique sword skills!"
Chu Feifan's figure suddenly stood up, stepped on the horse's back, opened his arms wide, and poured tens of thousands of pounds of strength into his arms. He stared at Ying Zhan with eyes like swords, and the long sword in his hand was swung in various ways.
Suddenly.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one rays of sword light flew out from the long sword and collided with the spear light released by Ying Zhan. Chu Feifan's figure flew into the air and appeared on the ground. The long sword was clasped behind his back.
Then he raised his head and looked at Ying Zhan on horseback in the distance.
Chu Feifan knew that if he wanted to defeat Ying Zhan, he had to dismount and fight on the ground, so that the long sword in his hand could play a huge role.
"boom!"
Ying Zhan's figure swept off the horse without hesitation, and the figure floated down from the void. The Ziyang Sky-Splitting Gun in his hand penetrated the bluestone on the ground, and the figure rushed towards Chu Feifan crazily.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A thunderous explosion sounded, and dozens of meters of ground rolled up. Dust and gravel spread all over the sky, swallowing up Chu Feifan's figure.
"A strong man at the pinnacle of martial arts should not be underestimated. He can actually release such terrifying spear intent!"
Chu Feifan's expression was stern, and he kept retreating. He swung the long sword in his hand wildly, and the sharp sword light knocked down all the flying sand and rocks swallowed up on the ground.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The figures of Chu Feifan and Ying Zhan ran up at the same time, with terrible fighting spirit lingering around their bodies. The two hurricanes collided, and the armors on their bodies made a rustling sound.
"Thirteen Styles of Purple Yang!"
"Nine Ultimate Sword Techniques!"
Ying Zhan unleashed his own Ziyang Thirteen-Style Marksmanship, and saw the spear in his hand flying up and down with unpredictable changes and endless deifications. Sometimes it was as light and cunning as a white snake spitting a message, and sometimes it was as fierce and powerful as a dragon emerging from the water.
Chu Feifan's expression was extremely solemn. He knew that Yingzhan was the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered when he came to War Continent. If he were to fight against such a strong man, he would fall under his spear if he was not careful at all.
Looking at the oncoming spear light, his figure changed rapidly, and he swung the long sword in his hand, and dazzling sword light shot up across the sky, like a soaring silver dragon that collided with the fierce spear light.
"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The figures of the two people continued to fly towards the alleyway at the same time, and the deafening sound of clashing weapons was heard, and dust flew up and enveloped the sky around the two people.
"General Xing and the Emperor are right in front. I'll go there first, and you can follow with the army!"
A look of anxiety appeared on Luo Shixin's bleeding cheek, and his figure was as fast as the wind, holding the iron gun and rushing towards the direction of Wuzui.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two earth-shaking loud noises were heard. Luo Shixin looked over intently, with a strong look of worry in his eyes. He saw Chu Feifan's figure sticking to the ground, with his legs bent.
, the long sword in his hand kept blocking the oncoming assassination spears.
Ying Zhan was wearing black armor, his figure was in the air, and the extremely sharp spear in his hand was even more deadly. He did not give Chu Feifan any chance to breathe, and his constantly moving figure displayed the Thirteen Ziyang Styles to the fullest.
"Your Majesty, Shixin is here to help you!"
"Don't move your faith, I can handle it. His life is mine, no one should try to hurt him!"
Chu Feifan's domineering and awe-inspiring voice sounded, and the murderous intent was ever present in his deep eyes. His figure spun up in the air, and the long sword in his hand was as fast as a ghost. The sword moved with the shadow, and flew towards Ying Zhan's neck in an instant.
Ying Zhan's attack was fierce, and the sudden sword light caught him off guard. He saw the spear in his hand come out, and his figure violently retreated backwards.
"Whoa!"
A sword light passed by, and the helmet on Yingzhan's head flew out, and a striking sword mark appeared on his cheek. Chu Feifan saw the spear falling off from his hand, raised his hand and threw the purple gold sword out, flew up and rushed towards Yingzhan quickly.
In the past, the huge force in the body was concentrated on both arms at the same time.
"Overlord Fist!"
"Unparalleled!"
"The Overlord raises the cauldron!"
Chu Feifan shouted angrily, his figure came to Ying Zhan's side like a god, and his fists moved like thunder and struck at his figure.
Ying Zhan looked at Po Kong's steel fist rising towards him, with a look of astonishment in his eyes. He didn't expect that Chu Feifan could dance with a long sword superbly, and his fist and kick skills were also so handsome.
Ying Zhan knew in his heart that he could suppress Chu Feifan all the time because of the spear in his hand. Otherwise, he and he would still be too far apart in terms of strength alone. Otherwise, Chu Feifan would not be able to fight him for hundreds of rounds and remain invincible.
place.
Now that he can rely on his spear to leave his body, he will definitely not be his opponent in terms of strength and fist and kick skills.
Just think of this.
Yingzhan still gritted his teeth and waved his clenched fist to meet Chu Feifan's steel fist coming from the air.