Chapter five hundred and seventh bloody battle Gaoping ten
"Two ignorant boys, they fell into my hands and remained so calm. I don't know whether I admire your ignorance or your courage that is not afraid of tigers. They actually thought of assassinating the most capable man. General, you are just looking for death." Zhong Huangyu came with a strong murderous intention, but when he saw the two of them chatting about each other as if they were fearless, he directly brushed him aside, which made him even more angry. Difficult to calm down.
Once upon a time, when did he end up like this? In Jinyang, the imperial capital of the Northern Han Dynasty, everyone knew who was unknown, and the martial arts family stood like gods. And he, Zhong Huangyu, as the third member of the Zhong family The number two figure was extremely respected by others, even to the point of worshiping him. But the two young men in front of him looked confident and chatting casually, which made him feel even more angry. And rise.
"It seems that the old man can't wait any longer. You should be careful." Ye Yinfeng knew that continuing to talk would definitely cause Zhong Huangyu to act even more crazily. Once the fire got here, that was all. He knew that not only did he have to face Zhong Huangyu also had to face thousands of heavy cavalry from the Northern Han Dynasty.
Ling Tianyun nodded, waved his sword, took a few steps back, and cast his gaze on the guards of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army who were holding on to the last line of defense. He shouted in a deep voice: "Brothers, can you stand it? Stay here. Let me leave for a while, and wait for me to hold the head of Yuan Hui to cheer for our Emperor!"
"We will protect your majesty to the death, and await the triumphant return of Master Ling." The imperial guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who were holding weapons and guarding the last line of defense around Chai Rong, responded loudly. Their eyes radiated blazing light, not only for the honor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also for the honor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They were also infected by the heroic spirit of the young guard. Their morale suddenly rose to the extreme. They raised their weapons one after another and waved them towards the heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty that were charging towards them.
Before leaving, Ling Tianyun's eyes shone with a strange light. His eyes fell on Chai Rong, who was sitting peacefully on the chariot. He knew that he did not need to say any more words at this time. He believed in his elder brother. You will definitely understand and understand him. This battle was extremely difficult, and a breakthrough must be found to reverse the situation, and Zhang Yuanhui, who was riding among the heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty, was this breakthrough.
With a sudden move, Ling Tianyun sheathed his sword, turned around and ran wildly. His body jumped up from the thicket of Northern Han heavy cavalry. His legs felt like they were filled with great strength. He kicked a Northern Han heavy cavalry down with one kick. His body spun around and turned around. That is to say, he had landed firmly on the Northern Han Dynasty's war horse, grabbed the reins and pulled hard.
The war horse let out a miserable scream and was forced to turn around by Ling Tianyun. The war horse felt a chilling evil intention coming from its back, which made it fearful and obeyed the reins. It pulled and spread its four hooves and ran wildly in the opposite direction.
"What a young man who overestimates his abilities." The people of the Northern Han Dynasty who were riding horses and standing on the plain also saw this scene. Although they did not hear Ling Tianyun's heroic shout, they already knew it. His purpose. The idea came to everyone's mind at the same time. Not to mention that Ling Tianyun couldn't get close to Zhang Yuanhui, even thousands of Northern Han heavy cavalry would tire him to death. He approached Zhang Yuanhui and waited for him. The most important general is the giant iron sword of the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty.
Zhang Yuanhui's face trembled slightly. He had nothing but admiration for Ling Tianyun's reckless idea. He was impressed by the young guard's ability to do this. If the young man could really get close to him, he would be surprised.
I thought about meeting that young man for a while, so that Ling Tianyun could completely despair.
Ling Tianyun doesn't know what others think, he only knows his own thoughts. The Northern Han general Zhang Yuanhui on the original slope is the flaw in this war. He must open this flaw as soon as possible, and the dilemma of the Zhou army will be solved.
, as for the situation of the Emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty, he didn't take it to heart.
Raising the sword in his hand, Ling Tianyun galloped on his horse. Hundreds of heavy cavalrymen from the Northern Han Dynasty formed defensive fronts one after another. The horses neighed. But the horse Ling Tianyun sat on was as lonely as a sailing boat.
, flickering in and out of the group of war horses. He did not have any advantage. He could only ride his horse to hide and avoid, avoiding the Northern Han heavy riders one by one. Even though his equestrian skills were extremely superb, even if he sat down
His horses were fierce and brave, but facing the endless heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty and the galloping horses surrounding him, he was extremely nervous.
Ye Yinfeng didn't have so much energy to care about Ling Tianyun's situation, because Zhong Huangyu had already gathered a burst of energy, and rolled up a storm of momentum with his left palm to attack him. The old man was like an eagle.
, but the movements were extremely fast, and the palm energy that burst out from his left palm turned into countless long arrows, shooting towards Ye Yinfeng's vitals.
Sure enough, he is worthy of being the second-largest person in the Zhong family in Jinyang. His palm strength and momentum are extraordinary. But Ye Yinfeng is no longer the young boy he was when he first came out of the world. The experiences along the way have taught him a lot, and he has also learned a lot.
Let his martial arts realm rise steadily, which is different from ordinary people.
The torn air was like an explosion, turning into wind blades all over Ye Yinfeng's body, and the skinny palm shadow was like a sharp sword. Although Ye Yinfeng felt that the palm shadow was not a sword,
The strong wind that shot out from the palm of his hand was even sharper than an ordinary sword.
Ye Yin's feet were hurriedly stepping on his feet. He had no intention of confronting the opponent head-on. He raised the iron sword in his hand, picked up the sword flowers, and slashed towards the palm shadows. The purity in his whole body was
The energy was like a pool of autumn water, the sword light and the palm shadow shattered at the touch, and Ye Yinfeng's figure had changed several times.
Zhong Huangyu's condensed palm shadow rose across the sky. After he patted the air several times, a huge wave-like aura suddenly formed around Ye Yinfeng. The palm prints were filled with a feeling as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering.
The momentum in the huge waves rolled up a column of water-like force and struck towards Ye Yinfeng. Even the old man who lost his right arm had such a deep inner strength that no one dared to underestimate him.
Especially his exquisite palm skills made it difficult for Ye Yinfeng to get rid of him for a while.
"Buzz", a palm shadow hit the blade of the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand hard, and a fierce force came from the iron sword, causing the iron sword to let out a trembling groan.
Sound. A feeling like burning pain came from his wrist and went straight to his chest. The burning pain made Ye Yinfeng's face sink, and a touch of spicy blood on his chest was about to hit him.
It turns up and pours out.
That palm print struck the blade of the edgeless sword, causing Ye Yinfeng's steps to become chaotic, and his figure to pause. When Ye Yinfeng's figure paused, the old
There was a ferocious look on the face of the figure. He swayed, and his right palm brought up a series of afterimages and suddenly slapped Ye Yinfeng on the head. It is considered good for this young man to last for dozens of rounds.
, but, no matter what, he must die, Zhong Huangyu thought fiercely in his heart.
Feeling a destructive energy pressing down on his head, Ye Yinfeng's face turned a little pale. He resisted the surge of blood in his chest and stepped slightly. He
His figure has already taken two steps back, but the distance between these two steps is still far from enough, because Zhong Huangyu's palm shadow falling from the sky has already blocked all his escape routes, unless he has an escape route.
The ability to enter the ground.
Ye Yinfeng did not panic because the palm shadows in the sky were hitting his head. He wanted to pull out the soft sword from his waist, but he was wearing armor at this time, and the soft sword could not penetrate the armor.
He had no choice but to take a deep breath, and his mind suddenly fell into a state of emptiness. He raised his head, and the iron sword in his right hand rose from bottom to top, and a faint luster came from the sword in his hand.
spread out.
The sky-wide palm shadows taken by Zhong Huangyu paused at the moment when Ye Yinfeng swung the iron sword. The countless palm shadows immediately turned into a skinny palm. Because the tip of the iron sword pointed exactly at
Somewhere in his palm, the wind from his palm disappeared in an instant.
Zhong Huangyu was suddenly horrified. He didn't expect that this young man could find out the weakness in his palm in just an instant. It was a certain acupuncture point in his palm. When all the zhenqi from his whole body was poured into his palm,
At that time, the acupuncture point on his palm was the center point of the palm force. In other words, like the eye in the storm, this eye was actually the safest. And this young man saw through this.
Only then would he risk his life and raise his sword to point at a certain acupuncture point in his palm.
With one sword, his palm shadows that were all over the sky were destroyed. Even though Zhong Huangyu was extremely unhappy in his heart, he could not continue to slap him. He could only close his palms, and then he made a mistake and walked away from Ye Yinfeng.
Running past, he just stood up when he saw the faint iron sword stabbing his chest in a strange arc.
Zhong Huang's face was shocked, and his heart was even more horrified. He could only retreat and retreat again. After he retreated for more than ten steps, the sword shadow like a maggot attached to the bone stopped. His expression changed.
There must be some blushing. He didn't understand why the young man who was at a disadvantage just now could see through his body skills and his palm skills. Even as a senior, he couldn't feel a burning feeling on his face.
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Ye Yinfeng naturally entered the empty state of the spiritual platform. After he put away his sword, he did not take the opportunity to attack again. He held the iron sword across his chest and raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.
I'm not mocking this old man, but I feel the change in my mood.
"Hiss?????????", a war horse screamed. The war horse under Ling Tianyun had been collided by dozens of Northern Han war horses and fell to the ground. Ling Tianyun, who was on the horse's back,
But he rose up in the air, waved the sword in his hand, and splashes of blood fell in all directions like rain.
He secretly said it was a pity, Ling Tianyun's leaping figure once again kicked a Northern Han heavy horse to the ground. He landed with his feet and sat firmly on another war horse. However, when his body
Just as he was sitting firmly, the war horse staggered forward. He had to rise into the air again. When his eyes fell on the war horse that fell forward, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
, because those heavy horses of the Northern Han Dynasty that were not dead after landing stood up and stabbed all the horses that had lost their owners to death.
Raising his eyebrows, Ling Tianyun looked in the direction of Zhang Yuanhui in the air. Although he was getting closer and closer to Zhang Yuanhui, there were more Northern Han heavy cavalry between him and Zhang Yuanhui. Turning around, he raised
Qi Ruyan shot towards Zhang Yuanhui with the momentum of throwing himself into the forest. His feet stepped on the shoulders of many Northern Han heavy riders, and his sword crossed the necks of many Northern Han heavy riders.
Above the actual situation.
Finally, his body fell. In addition to the impenetrable defense line in front of him, in the center was Zhang Yuanhui, the first general of the Northern Han Dynasty. At his feet was still an unknown heavy rider of the Northern Han Dynasty, and the blood pouring out of him
The soles of his feet were dyed extremely red, and only the simple sword was dripping with blood.
Zhang Yuanhui was shocked. From a tactical point of view, he and Ling Tianyun were not wrong. Both sides were competing for time. The tactics of both sides were the same. It depends on which side gets the upper hand first. As long as it gets the upper hand, then this
The Lord will win, and the final outcome of the war will be determined.