Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth spear intent knife beam is ferocious
There was a strong smell of blood in the wind, and the torches held high illuminated this two- to three-mile-long street, and all the eyes could see was an endless miserable scene of a forest and prison. Broken limbs, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and corpses from all over the place.
The blood gurgling out was heart-stopping. The street that should have been filled with the strange smell of cattle and sheep was now filled with the disgusting smell of blood, with blood stains everywhere and the rush of blood rushing up.
The blood energy dyed the ink-like night sky into a red glow of blood.
Ling Tianyun's eyes began to glow with blood, but he didn't know it. The scimitar in his hand swung out a stream of cold light and electric light and struck at the Khitan warriors around him. It was like there were streaks of carnival racing in his body.
It roared like a dragon and roared wildly through his body. And he felt that his blood was filled with an extremely exciting power, making him feel that the powerful power in his body was inexhaustible.
Zhao Kuangyin, the waiter, and Ling Tianyun, the three of them were back to back, forming a triangle, facing the fierce wolf-like Khitan warriors fearlessly. They did not know how many attacks they had repelled, nor did they know how many attacks they had repelled.
The weapons in their hands hit many people, and they didn't know how many wounds were left on their bodies. The bodies of the three were covered with blood, and they didn't know if it came from themselves or from the enemy.
Splashed out from the body.
The number of Khitan warriors rushing up began to decrease. At this moment, there were only a dozen or so intact Khitan warriors left, plus another dozen or so holding torches who were guarding Yelu Zong in the center. This group of dozens of Khitan warriors
There are only more than twenty warriors left, but the reduction in numbers has not greatly reduced their pressure. On the contrary, the remaining ten or so Khitan warriors are more ferocious and fierce, and their physical skills are even more impressive.
It's impossible to guard against them. Their martial arts realm has basically surpassed the inner strength realm, and some are close to the innate realm.
Ling Tianyun casually picked up another crescent-shaped scimitar. He didn't know how many knives were broken in his hand. As soon as he picked up the knife and dropped it, a Khitan warrior fell to the ground. Looking around,
There were bloodstains everywhere, and dozens of Khitan corpses piled up like mountains. The ground was already covered with dazzling red blood, and the place had already become a sea of blood, and the blood-evil aura surged up.
It went towards his nostrils, constantly filling his brain, making the dots of blood in his eyes become more and more intense.
Ling Tianyun was completely unaware of the abnormality happening in his eyes. His only belief was to repel the enemy in front of him. He only knew that the surging true energy in his body was pouring out like a river, filling his whole body with endless energy.
Endless power. But he felt that these dozen Khitan warriors were not enough to vent the roaring Qi in his body.
And Yelu Zongheng, who was sitting firmly on the horseback, had a look of condensation on his face. One by one of his men fell into a pool of blood. He didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache. He saw Ling Tianyun's roaring and sky-shattering sword light and shadow.
, a bit of unexpected light shot out from his eyes. Unknowingly, he held the spear in his hand tightly, and the joints of his fingers turned white from the force. The white robe rustled in the cold wind.
, there was a strange luster on his handsome face, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of fighting rising in his heart, rising wildly in his heart and rushing towards his head.
Ling Tianyun looked around the battlefield. Zhao Kuangyin and the indifferent shop waiter had begun to gain the upper hand. They were already out of danger. Unless the dozen Khitan warriors who protected Yelu Zongheng joined the battlefield, they would be in danger again.
Judging from the situation, the dozen or so Khitan warriors holding torches high had no intention of joining the battlefield, because from the beginning to the end, Yelu Zongheng never gave them any orders.
"Yelu Zongheng, do you dare to fight?" Ling Tianyun split the two attacking Khitan warriors with a knife, raised his head and shouted loudly at the handsome man in white robe standing on horseback. The scimitar in his hand was pointed directly at Yelu Zongheng, and his whole body
What surged out from the moment was a fighting spirit that was even stronger than this night.
Holding the spear in his hand, Yelu Zongheng's face darkened. He did not expect that Ling Tianyun would challenge him at this time, and he did not pay attention to this defeated general at all. But for some reason, he saw Ling Tianyun's fierceness.
With such sharp sword skills, he felt that strong fighting spirit surged in his body. Suppressing his strong fighting spirit, Yelu Zongheng's face was as cold as cold, but he almost used up all his strength to hold the sword and charge wildly.
The white spear whizzed away.
Veins stretched on his forehead, and Yelu shouted loudly: "How dare you challenge this prince even though I have a defeated general."
He had always regarded Ling Tianyun as his defeated enemy, but he only felt confident when he said it from his own mouth. Because he saw a strange light in Ling Tianyun's eyes, which was like a ray of red.
The blood-like light, that bright red light was so dazzling that it made his heart tremble inexplicably, and a feeling of palpitations arose spontaneously.
"Huh, so what if my defeated general is defeated? Isn't it true that my defeated general can't challenge? The third prince is too timid, but it makes Ling look higher." Ling Tianyun couldn't help but sarcastically said when he saw that the other party did not want to fight. He knew that Yelu was arrogant.
It is impossible to answer his own challenge, but if he wants to defeat his inner demon, he must challenge him, otherwise his martial arts will make no progress and will always stop here.
On the other side, there were shadows of swords and sticks, and the sound of metal clinging could be heard endlessly. However, Ling Tianyun was calm. When the Khitan warriors saw that he had found the third prince, they no longer bothered him, and turned to the two people who were fighting with sticks and swords.
Then he left. The other Khitan warriors, who were sitting firmly on their horses and holding torches high, showed disdainful smiles in their eyes. They only had contempt in their hearts for this young man who didn't know the heights of the world.
"Why bother with the quarrel? I will play with you tonight." Yelu Zongheng could no longer suppress the majestic fighting spirit deep in his heart. He kicked off his legs and volleyed from the white horse.
He jumped up. His body made several turns in the air and landed steadily on the ground like an eagle.
With a wave of the silver gun in his hand, an explosion-like aura instantly surged out from the gun head and rushed straight towards Ling Tianyun. In an instant, Ling Tianyun felt that the sharp wind-like energy was breathing out.
The surrounding body shrouded him, making his heart tremble. Before the two of them formally fought, the powerful pressure suppressed him, and he was also at a disadvantage.
When the other Khitan warriors saw their master taking action, they stepped aside one after another. They also stopped what they were doing and surrounded the red-faced and indifferent shop waiter, but no one made any move again. They
He looked at his master with ardent eyes and admiration.
As soon as he stood up, the handsome man in white robe pointed his spear, and a majestic aura erupted from his body like the sky and the earth were shattering. And he was just like the monarch who looked down on the world, and he exuded an unstoppable and shocking aura.
, and just like the mighty God of War descending to earth. Facing the man in white robes and spears was Ling Tianyun, who was dressed in mysterious clothes. At this time, Ling Tianyun looked at the opponent solemnly and warily. In his hand was a crescent-shaped weapon.
With the scimitar in hand, his figure felt slightly subdued, firmly rooted to the ground like the roots of an old tree.
The scimitar was pointed in the distance, and a majestic aura that was as pure as the sun rolled out. The roaring true energy in the body was like an endless river, rushing forward with the momentum of thousands of troops.
There was a faint halo of bloodlust on the scimitar, and the blade was stained with drops of blood. Ling Tianyun's energy, spirit, and spirit were all concentrated together. He felt that he had been waiting for this battle for a long time.
He was eager for this battle. Although he had made a war agreement with Yelu Zongheng two years later, he knew that this battle was not the final battle. He was just a challenge to defeat his own inner demons.
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At this time, the wind was quiet and the night was quiet, except for the bloody smell that filled the sky, billowing and turning, never ending.
"Drink", with a loud shout, Ling Tianyun was seen rising up, his body like a cheetah, dragging an afterimage in the air towards Yelu who was pointing the spear. The scimitar in his hand curled up
A layer of flashing night shadows, carrying the momentum of thunder, divided into four knife shadows, up, down, left and right, rushing away.
Yelu looked at the cold eyebrows, but did not see any movement of him. The long gun in his hand immediately turned into a layer of swords and shadows to greeze.
There was a crisp sound like a string of metals colliding, and then, the night-like sword light was like a magic weapon tearing apart the sky, tearing the blossoming gun flowers into countless pieces, and there was an incomparable dull sound.
It was heard in everyone's ears.
It stirred up strong winds, and the collision of lightning and fire was like an explosion, piercing everyone's eyes. When everyone took a closer look again, the two people suddenly exchanged places, and they still performed the same actions as before.
It was the same tit-for-tat momentum as before. Yelu Zongheng's aura was overflowing, while Ling Tianyun's aura was restrained and reserved. For a while, neither of them had the upper hand, and no one could win or lose.
Ling Tianyun tightly held the scimitar with a chip on the blade, and bursts of dull pain came from the tiger's mouth. It was the powerful counterattack after the collision with Yelu Zongheng's spear, which numbed his tiger's mouth and his buttocks.
The strong true energy came from the scimitar and rushed straight towards his tiger's mouth. It can be seen that the pure and deep internal force in Yelu Zongheng's body was not weaker than his.
Yelu Zongheng had a cold look on his face. He pointed the spear in his hand, and a bloodthirsty aura immediately emerged from the tip of the spear. He hung the spear under his waist and held it tightly with his left hand.
The front part of the spear, and the rear part of the spear with his right hand. He was gathering momentum, and the real energy rolling in his body poured into the spear like a river, and his handsome face began to become dignified.
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Waves of chills ran down his back, and Ling Tianyun's heart trembled. A strong crisis suddenly surged into his heart. He looked at Yelu Zongheng who was getting ready to attack. A sense of uneasiness flashed through his heart. The opponent's move...
When the opponent acted like this, he immediately thought of Wanyan Wudi's famous spear skill that he was proud of - Sparkling Fire. This move can shatter the sky and split the earth, this move can shock the world and weep ghosts and gods, this move can only lead to life and death.
, there is no winner or loser.
Ling Tianyun knew that the other party was about to use this move, but he did not have any fear in his heart. He circulated the zhenqi in his body crazily, and the Mahayana zhenqi in his body circulated crazily in his meridians and bones. And he
Some changes began to occur in the body. Every drop of blood, every meridian, and every bone was filled with a transcendent power. That kind of power is the purest power, and that power can shake the world.
Straight through the sky.
There was a "buzz" sound from the knife, and the scimitar in his hand immediately let out a light groan of joy. Ling Tianyun held the knife tightly, and he felt that his body was connected with the knife. A vague shadow was suddenly imprinted on
In his mind, it was the shadow of a knife, a vague shadow of a knife.
The roaring anger came from the head of Yelu's spear. His solemn eyes became more and more intense. Then, he sank slightly. The spear hanging on his waist seemed to be alive, turning into a wild streak.
The roaring giant dragon roared towards Ling Tianyun with the power of destroying the heaven and earth.
And Ling Tianyun pointed the tip of the knife upward, his heart was at peace, and the blurry shadow of the knife in his brain became clearer and clearer. With a "clang", the scimitar in his hand made a jumping sound. And he poured out the essence in his body.
All the pure power was poured into the scimitar, until the sword made bursts of trembling sounds. He subconsciously raised the sword and slashed straight away, facing the spear that turned into a ferocious dragon and roared towards him.