Chapter two hundred and ninety seventh blood to turn dust and soil fifteen
The veil-like light mist that was lifted up was surging, and the vast night was torn apart and was as thick as flowers. The two people exuded extraordinary auras, and the handsome white-robed man exuded something sharp and domineering. The aura, and the red-faced man exuded a deep and majestic aura. The two inconspicuous auras collided in the night, tearing apart the rich night. Although it was only slightly imperceptible, there was a hint of tit-for-tat, and it became more and more intense.
Yelu Zongheng's face darkened, but he didn't show any strange expression. His face was as calm as water, and it was impossible to see clearly what the other party was thinking. After quietly staring at the red-faced man with a long stick and chest, Zhao Kuangyin, for a few breaths, he said no Any words he spoke were just a look in his eyes, and several warriors galloping out of his side.
The galloping horses are as fast as thunder, the cold light shines like the moon,
Several more Khitan warriors on horseback, exuding rich blood energy, rushed forward. The blood evil aura exuding from their bodies was more intense and crazy than the first group of warriors. The crescent-shaped blades in their hands held He rushed towards Zhao Kuangyin and others with the power of thunder, the sword was flashing, and the bloodthirsty wind set off an overwhelming storm, rushing towards Ling Tianyun and others.
Several oncoming knights swept in with a violent and oppressive aura. As soon as they rushed towards the middle of the street, another group rushed out from behind. The group of Khitan warriors behind turned into a fan-shaped force. , surrounded Ling Tianyun and others, each with a dazzling scimitar in their hands, a cold and fierce aura on their faces, and a blood-rich and violent evil aura on their bodies.
"Ho ho???????????", the group of Khitan warriors who rushed towards them made strange sounds from their mouths, and galloped towards them. In an instant, bursts of flying dust rolled on the street. , the dust flying everywhere shrouded the entire long street. In the night, which was as dark as ink, I could see the dazzling blades coming with extremely ferocious momentum.
Yelu stood on his horse and looked at his men rushing forward like tigers down the mountain. There was no expression on his face. It was as if all this was just a small thing, but there were people around him. Two ordinary warriors with ordinary auras rode their horses to protect him in the middle. The appearance and the aura exuding from the two ordinary warriors were a little ordinary, but the exquisite light bursting out of their eyes was like two ordinary warriors. The handle is as sharp as a blade, which shows that it is not as ordinary as it appears.
Ling Tianyun's heart surged with immense pride. The power of Zhao Kuangyin's stick just now was deeply imprinted in his mind. He did not expect that the power of the stick swept away was so powerful. He couldn't help but feel the blood in his body. Boiling, his whole body was filled with a transcendent power that was as crazy as heaven and earth. He wanted to vent this powerful force that was as strong as heaven. And in front of him, the Khitan warriors flying into the dust were giving him With a small opportunity to vent his anger, he clenched his fists, and the zhenqi in his body let out a joyful roar, and he rushed directly towards the galloping Khitan warriors.
With one wrong step, Ling Tianyun avoided the flying horse's hooves and struck the horse's neck with his fist. He clearly felt that the wind of his fist surged away with a strong wind that hissed through the air. , and the powerful force that filled his body suddenly surged from his fist like a river.
With a "bang" sound, the war horse was hit hard by Ling Tianyun's fist. It immediately let out a long hiss and fell to the ground. The Khitan warrior on the horse's back also reacted sharply.
He kicked off and jumped up like an eagle. Then he circled a few times in the air and landed gently on the street.
The other people also raised their weapons and rushed towards the Khitan warrior who was galloping on horseback. Mo Xiaoshan had no iron in his hands, so he relied on his pair of fleshy palms, and the surging palm energy turned into a stream of energy.
The tearing strong wind slapped the war horse in front of him. It immediately knocked the war horse in front of him onto the street. The two young guards beside him also raised their swords and galloped towards him.
The approaching war horse cut across with its front hooves.
Wandering among the horses, shuttling between the Khitan warriors who were rushing towards him, Zhao Kuangyin still had a golden dragon stick. His long stick danced like a windmill, directly hitting the oncoming warriors.
The war horses swept across the street. But the waiter's figure was like a gust of wind, his figure flickering and appearing, and the knife in his hand was even more elusive. Wherever he went, there was a wave of people turning on their backs.
For a moment, the war horses neighed in agony and pain, and the Khitan warriors who fell to the ground showed no signs of embarrassment. The faces of the Khitan warriors who jumped off the horses were fierce, and the blood on their bodies surged wildly.
With a sharp breath, he raised the scimitar with cold light in his hand and rushed towards Ling Tianyun and the others.
Behind the group of Khitan warriors, the other warriors who were standing with torches high and riding horses saw that the horses were knocked to the ground by the overwhelming force of Ling Tianyun and others, and their faces showed even more fierce expressions. They have been doing this all their lives.
On the back of the horse, the love for the horse far exceeds their own lives. The horses that fell to the ground spitting blood twitched their limbs and screamed, all of which was like a lit fuse.
Bring out their more ferocious nature.
This group of Khitan warriors jumped off their horses one after another, howling like wolves from their mouths. They raised the scimitars in their hands and joined the battle. Only a few people were left standing still on their horses, without any expressions or expressions.
Action. The remaining Khitan warriors cast even more ferocious looks in their eyes, holding the torch high. However, Yelu Zongheng, who had a calm face, remained calm, but his eyes like eagle eyes were filled with traces of fire.
Bloodthirsty cold light.
Ling Tianyun retreated lightly, avoiding the war horse that could not hold back its momentum and fell down. Then, he felt a cold light approaching him, but it was the Khitan warrior who jumped down from the horse's back and raised his sharp sword.
The scimitar came straight towards him. It was a warrior with a beard and a strong suit, wearing a leather shirt. The warrior's eyes flashed with a fierce coldness, and the scimitar in his hand made a roaring sound.
, coming towards Ling Tianyun.
As soon as the sword light flashed, it came to Ling Tianyun's side in an instant. A cold sword light carried a halo of blood and went straight to his waist. Ling Tianyun made a mistake with his feet, turned his fists into grasps, and struck out with one move.
The hand with bones and tendons grabbed straight for the Khitan warrior's hand holding the sword.
A trace of disdain flashed in the Khitan warrior's eyes, and the scimitar suddenly stopped, abruptly stopped its momentum, and switched to slashing towards Ling Tianyun's hands.
A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Tianyun's eyes. He didn't expect that the other party would react so quickly, and the action of sheathing the knife was extremely skillful. He was obviously a man who had experienced many battles. But he was still fearless, and his hands turned from claws to
He turned his palm into his hand and slashed diagonally towards the back of the knife. A soft muffled sound came from the back of the knife. Ling Tianyun felt that his palm had cut into the back of the knife, as if he had cut into an extremely hard object.
The scimitar did not cut it open at all, but a rebound force bounced his palm away.
The scimitar trembled slightly after being cut into Ling Tianyun's palm. The Khitan warrior felt his mouth go numb, his face changed, and he was about to put away the sword again. But his hand holding the sword was about to be cut by an iron-like hand.
He held it tightly with his big pincer-like hands, unable to move at all. Shocked in his heart, the Khitan warrior could only give up the scimitar in his hand, but the sword was like the war horse, more precious than his life. For a moment,
The Khitan warrior made a mistake. But he felt a sharp cone-like palm slapped his chest tightly, and he shuddered, flew backwards, and fell hard on a war horse.
on top of the dead body.
Ling Tianyun held the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand, and the surging true energy in his body rushed towards the scimitar as if it had found a breakthrough. In an instant, Ling Tianyun felt that he had a majestic aura as if he were a king in the world.
The huge power in his body roared and dispersed from his whole body.
Although this sword was not easy to use, Ling Tianyun had no more convenient weapons. After Wang Tong took away the long sword of the Great Sword Sect, he had not used a convenient sword. He felt that he should find
A knife suitable for your own use will increase your strength by several percent.
Just as Ling Tianyun was thinking about it, several Khitan warriors came rushing in and surrounded him tightly. Several scimitars radiating with cold light unceremoniously struck at his body, and those few
The eyes of the Khitan warriors who surrounded him showed sworn hatred. Not only did Ling Tianyun knock down their war horses, which they regarded as more precious than their own lives, with one punch, he also took away from their colleagues what they regarded as their second lives.
Weapons. How can this not make them share the same hatred with the enemy and attack them in groups?
The few Khitan warriors rushing up in front of him were not in Ling Tianyun's eyes. At best, these Khitan warriors were just some martial arts practitioners who had reached the inner strength realm. He had no fear of such martial arts.
Color. He raised the scimitar in his hand, swung a blade of light and headed towards the group of Khitan warriors to greet them. And his eyes followed the trend and looked at the other people.
Zhao Kuangyin and the waiter with an indifferent face were not in any danger. They shuttled among the enemies with ease. Zhao Kuangyin, in particular, swept away the surrounding enemies with a dance of his long stick. He rushed in like a tiger.
Like a flock of sheep, he swept away the Khitan warriors who surrounded him. And the indifferent waiter, with his strange movement skills, walked randomly among the Khitan warriors like a ghost, with the light hand in his hand.
The knife was like harvesting wheat. Wherever it went, Khitan warriors fell. The strange movement of the indifferent waiter reminded Ling Tianyun of Yuan Xiaoliu, whom the Feng family in Zhoucheng knew at that time. He didn't know that this indifferent
Are the waiter and Yuan Xiaoliu from the same sect?
The situation of the three Guiyi soldiers was a bit weaker. They could only withstand the attacks of several Khitan warriors who besieged them, but they could not launch a counterattack. Mo Xiaoshan's face was pale, and although a pair of overwhelming palm winds lifted the
He overturned several Khitan warriors who were attacking, but did not inflict any fatal damage to them. The two personal guards who were guarding Mo Xiaoshan could only raise their swords and dance wildly to resist the curved sword in the enemy's hand.
The knife could not inflict any fatal damage to the enemy. This made Ling Tianyun very confused. He had known that Mo Xiaoshan's martial arts realm was not so unbearable, and the pale color on his face seemed to have suffered something serious.
Like severe internal injuries.
Zhao Kuangyin also saw the plight of the three Guiyi soldiers. From time to time, he had to approach Mo Xiaoshan, but the waiter at the famous shop also approached Zhao Kuangyin. With the power of the long stick sweeping across thousands of troops, several people rushed forward
The Khitan warrior was thrown away by Zhao Kuangyin's long stick and fell on the street without making any sound.
Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan met together, and Ling Tianyun breathed a sigh of relief. But he himself was not afraid of the dozens of enemies rushing in. He had just reached the perfect stage of inner strength and wanted to vent his anger.
, those dozen Khitan warriors happened to be used by him to practice.
Ling Tianyun was about to concentrate on dealing with the dozens of Khitan warriors rushing up, but unexpectedly, a sudden change suddenly appeared in front of him. Mo Xiaoshan, who was meeting Zhao Kuangyin, suddenly spat out a mouthful of "wow"
There was blood mist, and his face became abnormally pale, as pale as bloodless. But the two young guards around him showed panic in their eyes. They fought back the enemies around them one after another, and both of them knocked down the
Mo Xiaoshan, who looked pale, helped him up.
"Brother Mo!" Zhao Kuangyin, who had just arrived to meet up, suddenly showed a look of shock in his eyes. He resisted the enemy's attack and shouted urgently. The ghostly waiter also arrived and turned into several ghosts.
Shadow, then repelled the Khitan warriors who surrounded him.