In the Feng family where the fire is spreading, if there is a piece of pure land, the only pure land, it is the front room in the courtyard of the Feng family. A strong cold and frosty aura envelopes this house.
, this house was not touched by any sparks at all, even the Han soldiers who were about to approach the house were restrained by this strong icy breath. They seemed to have known about the dangers around this house for a long time, because there were people who were inexplicable.
He was frozen by a breath as cold as ice, and lost his life instantly.
There were raging fires everywhere, with ruins and dust flying everywhere. Burnt dead branches and broken walls could be seen everywhere.
And in the front room of the Feng family, there were two people standing. One of them was dressed in white and had a stern face, with frosty hair dancing in the wind. Their whole bodies exuded a cold, ice-like aura. The man was holding a woman in his arms.
A sword, cold eyes blooming with a terrifying light like cold stars.
Opposite the swordsman in white clothes was a man who looked like a general in bright armor. The general stood with his hands behind his back, and his cold and sharp face exuded a ferocious aura. He spoke calmly and calmly.
The swordsman in white clothes looked at each other from a distance, his bloodthirsty eyes filled with strange rays of light.
"I didn't expect it to be you." Wang Tong's tone revealed a hint of unkindness, and he looked coldly at the strange swordsman opposite him, who was as calm as a cloud.
"Why, give me a reason." A few cold words came out of Zhang Xiaofeng's mouth. His words were still so simple and concise, without any unnecessary nonsense.
"There is no reason. I must have my own reason for coming here. Just like you appearing here, you and I have different goals and missions." Wang Tong said to him as if he was not answering the question.
"Which side do you represent?" Zhang Xiaofeng was not satisfied with the other party's answer at all and continued to ask.
"I don't belong to either party, I'm just myself." Wang Tong didn't seem to answer the other party directly. He looked at Zhang Xiaofeng with solemn eyes. At this moment, he was extremely afraid of the other party.
"You'd better leave. I don't want to cause more killings. I already feel guilty for causing this disaster to the Feng family. Don't challenge my bottom line again."
As soon as Zhang Xiaofeng finished speaking, a sharp and cold sword energy suddenly burst out, and an unstoppable momentum surged out and spread out like an overwhelming force.
"How many people can you save by yourself? None of the people in this room are martial arts cultivators. You can only protect the people in this room from harm, but can you seal the last honor of the Feng family? Look.
Look, the martial arts cultivators of the Feng family who are fighting fiercely below, they would rather die than enter this house and receive your protection."
"The last sentence, please retreat quickly. Even if you are a member of the temple, you cannot act so arbitrarily. Sooner or later, I will step onto the temple with this sword in my hand to ask for an explanation for this Feng family."
The cold air gathering in Zhang Xiaofeng's body became more and more intense, and a thin layer of white mist appeared around him, appearing and disappearing.
"I want the long knife in the hand of the Ling family boy. This is my final bottom line. I won't step into the Feng family's door until my master comes out. As for the temple, you will step in sooner or later. And
Tell that person that the day of jihad is not far away, and how he has considered it. Joining jihad will bring indescribable rewards for entering that realm. I hope he can make a decision as soon as possible."
Wang Tong was not afraid of the momentum gathered by the opponent at all. The trace of fear in his eyes still existed, but he didn't know that there was already a dense layer of sweat in his palms.
"Don't worry, he hasn't recovered yet. Even if he doesn't go to participate, he will send someone to participate. The guy below is a very good candidate." Zhang Xiaofeng nodded and replied calmly to the other party.
"He, that boy from the Ling family?" Wang Tong was stunned, then glanced at Ling Tianyun, who was surrounded by the Han army in the distance below the house. There was a hint of surprise in his tone, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.
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"That's right about this person. He may be qualified to get a quota. Whether it's my recommendation or his recommendation, I think he has the qualification." Zhang Xiaofeng replied with a tone of unparalleled trust in this young man.
"If that kid can escape and ascend to heaven while being surrounded by my heavy troops, I will admit that this kid has the qualifications." Wang Tong then said with a solemn expression.
"Okay, let's wait and see."
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Ling Tianyun was already surrounded by groups of Han soldiers. He looked at everything with concentration and coldness. The deputy general arranged a formation, which was aimed at him alone.
"Kill!", a long roar burst out from the mouth of the deputy general, but his men suddenly stood on a high place, commanding the heavily armored Han soldiers who were ready to go.
The reorganized Han soldiers showed their usual fangs. Facing the blood-stained young man in black clothes, they redeployed their tactics. The first ones to attack were soldiers holding long weapons.
They have spears, lances, and halberds in their hands, all of which are extremely sharp weapons.
In the same movement, they raised the weapons in their hands and stabbed the young man in black clothes one after another. Suddenly, the breath that broke through the air whizzed towards Ling Tianyun with a harsh sound.
When the five Feng Bupo people saw them not far away, they couldn't help but take a deep breath. Only then did they realize that the group of enemy soldiers surrounding them could still have such fighting power. They felt both anger and sadness in their hearts, and more importantly,
They were worried about Ling Tianyun, who was holding a long sword in his hand, but they were powerless because there was another layer of enemy soldiers surrounding them, surrounding them so tightly that they could not even escape even if they had no wings.
Ling Tianyun's pupils shrank slightly, he tensed his nerves, his whole body was like a stretched long bow, and he held the long knife tightly in his hand. At this moment, he felt that the strong crisis was slowly approaching,
He couldn't tell when this crisis would break out, but he didn't know where this crisis was hidden. But he was certain that this crisis did not appear among this group of enemy soldiers, although this group of soldiers also gave
It gave him an unspeakable pressure.
Ling Tianyun's red blood-like eyes bloomed with enchanting and strange light, and the blood all over his body roared like a ignited oil pan. In front of him, little bits of cold light shot out quickly, and behind him, bursts of tearing
The sound of cracking the sky came violently, but there was peace and tranquility in his heart, like an ancient well that never wavered.
The sharp aura surged upwards, and the fang-like cold light enveloped him. Ling Tianyun took a deep breath, and his slightly heavy steps were as still as Mount Tai.
Clang! Clang! Clang!??????????
At the moment of the lightning flash, a dense sound of metal interlacing sounded. Ling Tianyun swung his long knife and turned it into an autumn wind to sweep away the fallen leaves, blocking the enemy soldiers' long blades from attacking. As his figure writhed.
, and the undulating shadow of the sword, several more enemy soldiers fell to the ground before they had time to scream, and died.
The deputy general looked at the battle situation with cold eyes, and his face became extremely livid. He did not expect that Xi's first wave of attacks would be so easily broken by the opponent.
Although Ling Tianyun blocked the first wave of attacks, this is a group of tiger and wolf warriors who regard death as their own. With a military order, they will move forward even if they are destined to die in front of them.
Several Han soldiers fell. The group of soldiers wielding long weapons shouted loudly, and the weapons in their hands became more powerful and faster. They strode forward over the corpses of their colleagues. Their eyes were hot and arrogant.
With his gaze, the young man in front of him seemed to be a mountain of gold and silver.
"Poof", a dazzling trail of blood burst out, and Ling Tianyun's back was once again scratched with a scar as deep as the bone. There was a tingling pain on his back, and several spears sneaked out from a strange arc.
, gave him a heavy blow. This heavy blow made Ling Tianyun's body sway, almost showing signs of throwing forward.
Seeing that Ling Tianyun had been seriously injured, the deputy general showed a proud and evil smile in his eyes.
Blood spattered, and the vitality in his body began to wane. Ling Tianyun himself did not know how many attacks he had blocked. He could only feel that the aura in his body was getting more and more chaotic. He did not know how long he had been fighting, except for the enemy at his feet.
There was nothing but the corpses of Fang soldiers.
He was engrossed in the battle and had little time to pay attention to other people. He didn't know whether the five Feng Bu Po broke out of the encirclement. He only felt that the thick sword in his hand became heavier and heavier, and his arms went numb.
The feeling flickered in and out. In addition to the blood stains of the enemy soldiers and the blood flowing from his own wounds, he only felt that his mouth was dry and his bones were groaning softly.
There was a moment of confusion in front of him. Ling Tianyun bit the tip of his tongue and regained his energy. He waved the long knife in his hand and once again blocked the long weapons in the hands of the enemy soldiers who besieged him. He felt that his body had reached a limit.
His true energy had long since dried up. But he only relied on his unyielding pride to support himself, preventing him from falling.
The number of enemy soldiers in front of them gradually decreased, and there were only a few enemy soldiers left. Five figures ran towards Ling Tianyun, they were Feng Bupa and the other five.
Rivers of blood flowed under the feet, there was a mess everywhere, the raging fire had long been extinguished, and except for the front room, the entire Feng family had been turned into a pile of ruins, and everything was destroyed in smoke.
Seeing the five people running towards them, the deputy general's eyes flashed with a stern look. He took out a strange weapon from his arms and pointed it at Ling Tianyun.
When the exhausted Ling Tianyun saw the general taking out a strange weapon from his arms, his heart suddenly tightened, and the hair on his body stood up. A strong crisis filled his mind. Although he didn't know the other person.
What kind of weapon was in his hand, but the weapon gave him a premonition of extreme danger, making his whole body tremble.
"Bang", there was a loud noise that shook the sky, and a bolt of lightning-like light shot towards Ling Tianyun. The lightning-like light headed towards Ling Tianyun's chest with the force of tearing the air.
Subconsciously, as soon as Ling Tianyun sensed the approaching danger, he placed the thick sword horizontally in front of his chest. He had just finished his action.
There was a "clang", a crisp sound like hitting metal, and then a huge impact came from the long knife in his hand, hitting his chest, that huge impact
Like a lightning strike, it knocked him away. His arm was numbed by the huge impact, making it difficult for him to hold the long knife. The long knife fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
On top of the corpses of enemy soldiers.
"Bang", Ling Tianyun's body was knocked several feet away and hit the wall of the big house, directly punching through the wall into a big hole.
"Wow", the blood in Ling Tianyun's chest surged as he just landed, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face suddenly became paler, and he fainted at the same time.
"Let's go." A rough and burly figure led four figures out of the siege of the Han soldiers and came to the place where Ling Tianyun fell.
Feng Bupa pinned the unconscious Ling Tianyun with one hand, and he rushed towards the wall with the other four people.
Five people plus an unconscious Ling Tianyun rushed to the wall of the Feng family. As soon as they stood on the wall, they were greeted by the bows and arrows of the Han soldiers guarding the outside of the Feng family. Long arrows were raining down on them.
It fell on them, but they easily dodged it.
Several figures, several rises and falls, gradually disappeared into the dark night.
Mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and ruins. This is the last scene of the Feng family at this time. Thick smoke is billowing, and scattered sparks are still blooming with their last brilliance.
The night flowers were like water, and the wind passed without leaving a trace. The bloody evil aura became stronger and stronger, and the starry night sky began to regain its vast splendor.
"You lose, you can go." Zhang Xiaofeng stood quietly, the cold wind blowing in front of him making his snow-like gown rustle.
Wang Tong glanced at the other person, but did not speak. He did not see any movement, but there was only a white shadow on the roof.