Obviously, no one was optimistic about Ling Tianyun and thought his actions were crazy. This included the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty, Chai Rong, who was not optimistic about Ling Tianyun's success. He even believed that it would be difficult for Ling Tianyun to break out from the enemy.
Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain. In addition to the soldiers fighting for the honor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he also felt sad for Ling Tianyun's life or death.
As the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, no matter how broad-minded he was, when he saw those familiar faces falling in front of his eyes, no matter how determined he was, it was difficult for him to control his emotions. Chai Rong
His eyes were unusually calm, but in his heart there were bursts of cramping pain like needles. His hands gripped the edge of the chariot's guardrail hard, and his palms were already stretched too hard.
His nails dug deeply into his flesh, and he seemed unaware of it, while the bright light in his eyes kept flashing.
"Boom, boom, boom???????", I don't know when, the exciting sounds of war drums sounded on the battlefield, and the beating of the war drums was like thunder that penetrated into everyone's hearts.
With every sound of the war drum, the soldiers fighting on the battlefield felt their blood boiling, and layers of screams roared from their mouths. The raised weapons swung more fiercely, splashing into the air.
His blood also became richer.
It is not known whether this war drum came from the Zhou army or the Northern Han army. Everyone knew that this war had reached a critical moment. The soldiers of the two countries who were fighting desperately opened their eyes angrily and waved their weapons.
The weapons pierced the air with a roaring sound, and for a moment, the world was plunged into a roaring noise that shook the wild. The fierce battlefield, the red-stained armor, and the soldiers of the two countries who were killing each other like ferocious beasts.
, all of this is like a majestic and bloody picture scroll of mountains and rivers, all of this is a soul-stirring symphony of life and death.
On the horizon, there is a touch of the setting sun. On the horizon, there is a touch of bloody sunset. On the horizon, a few tired birds are frightened by the war drums and fly past.
On the ground, there are a few wisps of thick smoke, on the ground, there are a few streaks of blood rising into the sky, on the ground, there are thousands of horses neighing on the ground.
A layer of frost formed on Zhong Huangyu's face, and a long sword slipped out from his sleeve. He stared intently at the young guard in armor in front of him. This young man's martial arts strength was stronger than his.
It was higher than expected, and the young man's tricky swordsmanship made him feel even more afraid. His palm skills could no longer put pressure on the opponent, so he had no choice but to draw out the long sword hidden in his right sleeve, even though his right arm had already
Although his strength has not been reduced, his strength has not been reduced.
Feeling the strong killing intent in the opponent's eyes and the majestic aura on his body, Ye Yinfeng raised his eyebrows and held the edgeless iron sword in his hand tighter. He stood with his legs slightly apart, one behind the other.
, his whole body was filled with roaring and frenzied Qi, and he still could not take it lightly towards the old man who abandoned his palm and used his sword.
A sharp shout came out of Zhong Huangyu's mouth, and the long sword in his hand turned into a bit of cold light, and the air in the surrounding area turned into a hurricane that was as powerful as the sky and roared towards Ye Yin.
The wind shrouded it away. The sword light, the sword glow, and the surging sword energy seemed to collapse the surrounding space. The squeezing energy condensed, and a terrifying pressure immediately formed.
The wind surged away the leaves.
Ye Yinfeng's eyebrows were raised, and he waved the iron sword in his hand. His body shape changed, and he bowed slightly. The iron sword just moved straight forward, stabbing into the curled up energy.
He walked away. He didn't use any fancy moves or incomparable footwork. He only used ordinary people's sword-thrusting skills.
"Zheng", there was a metal clang, and the two swords collided together at this moment, and sparks of calcium carbide exploded. Two powerful qi energy shot out from the swords in their hands, as if there were countless shots.
Like arrows, the harsh sound of piercing the air was endless, and the trembling sounds of the two long swords when they struck each other were particularly loud and deafening in this noisy battlefield.
The sound of the war drums gradually weakened, but the intertwined sprints of the soldiers from the two countries set off a higher and higher wild wave on the battlefield. The shouts of killing were louder and louder. The long neighs of the galloping war horses were even more roaring.
Absolutely, the earth seemed to be shaking, and the splashing blood dyed the bloody dusk even more red and dazzling.
Ling Tianyun wiped the blood spattered on his face. His hand holding the knife could not help but tremble slightly, but his firm eyes were as bright as ever. Next to him fell another northern horse that he had taken away.
Han war horses, he himself did not remember how many Northern Han war horses he had captured, nor did he know how many Northern Han war horses were surrounded and killed by the heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty. There was a slight fatigue in his body, and he raised his head,
Zhang Yuanhui was getting closer and closer to him.
He rushed like a leopard, only to see a cold light reappear, and a galloping war horse let out a tragic long neigh, and finally fell to the ground. As the horse fell to the ground, a Northern Han heavy rider rolled heavily on the ground.
On the ground. But Ling Tianyun didn't even look at the Northern Han heavy rider who rolled to the ground. He raised his sword and rushed towards the original slope.
He has ignored everything behind him. In his eyes, he only sees the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty, Zhang Yuanhui, who is riding a horse and unable to stand still. He is getting closer and closer to Zhang Yuanhui. No matter how tragic the battle behind him is, but
He put all his body and mind into rushing towards the original slope.
Zhang Yuanhui's expression finally changed, and he became a little strangely fearful. He did not expect that Ling Tianyun still rushed in from the Northern Han heavy cavalry group around him. He looked at the appearance of the young guard wearing Dazhou armor.
Ling Tianyun looked at him, and he felt a sense of fear for no reason. This was something he had never felt before. The young man's persistent heart and his fearless aura made him feel fearful.
This feeling made him very angry. As the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty, he felt fearful and timid at this very moment. He felt that this was a shame and the greatest shame to him.
Ling Tianyun seemed to be walking from a blood prison, with blood all over his body flowing from his armor. The sword in his hand had also lost its original simplicity, and even the slightest trace of blood had not yet had time to slip off. And he raised his hand.
The pair of bright and bright eyes on his face glowed with a terrifying red light.
Behind them were all the heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty who fell to the ground, as well as war horses that were neighing. Broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere. It was like a hell on earth. The gurgling blood flowed wildly, and there were wailing and moaning sounds.
There are also mountains of corpses on the original slope, all of which are the work of Ling Tianyun alone.
Zhang Yuanhui looked at the young guard walking towards him as if from a bloody prison. He couldn't help but feel a panic in his heart. He also crawled out from the pile of dead people, and the iron sword in his hand beheaded countless enemies.
, but today, he felt afraid, and he wanted to retreat, but from his heart he told himself that retreating would be the greatest shame in his life, so he still stayed.
With a move of his horse, Zhang Yuanhui raised his giant sword and rushed towards the young guard. The clanging iron sword slashed down on Ling Tianyun's head with overwhelming momentum. The fear in his heart also followed the slashing sword.
The giant sword slowly dissipated. He did not believe that Ling Tianyun, who had been torn apart for such a long time, could still receive the huge sword in his hand that was as powerful as a ton of weight.
Ling Tianyun's eyes glowed with a strange red light. There was only the shadow of the red thorn in front of his eyes. He clearly felt a giant iron sword slashing towards him. But he didn't
He didn't feel any fear. On the contrary, his heart was filled with a joyful excitement, and he finally rushed in front of Zhang Yuanhui.
The giant iron sword slashed down towards him with the force of splitting mountains and cracking the ground. Ling Tianyun's eyes flashed with a horrifying red light, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the muscles on his face became obviously...
He came to life. A loud shout burst out from his mouth, and he raised his sword to meet the giant sword that fell rapidly.
With a "crunch", Zhang Yuanhui, who was sitting firmly on the war horse, couldn't help but change his expression. His condescending swing used all his strength. No matter it was an ordinary general or a martial artist, no one could catch it.
He slashed hard and condescendingly.
However, he did not expect that the giant sword in his hand fell on the opponent's bloody sword, but there was a sound of metal breaking. The giant sword in his hand had been divided into two, and he was holding it in his hand.
What he got was a broken sword. This outcome frightened him out of his wits. He raised the reins and tried to turn the war horse.
Ling Tianyun met the opponent with a sword and cut off the opponent's giant sword. He saw the frightened expression on the face of the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty. He also saw clearly the opponent's movement of lifting the reins. After all the hard work, he came
How could he let the other party leave so easily? He couldn't care so much, and slid under the horse's belly. The sword in his hand swept away four astonishing cold rays, which fell on the limbs of the war horse.
"Hiss??????????", the war horse immediately let out a miserable hiss, and Zhang Yuanhui on its back was violently thrown to the ground.
Zhang Yuanhui's body was thrown up. In the air, he couldn't help but feel a blur in front of his eyes. He didn't know if it was for himself or for the horse with broken limbs. When a sharp pain came from his body, he opened his eyes.
Opening his eyes, he saw a young man covered in blood, his eyes glowing red looking at him steadily.
Zhang Yuanhui struggled to stand up, but the broken sword in his hand had fallen off and flew away, and he didn't know where it landed. No matter how embarrassed he was, he felt that he should still have the demeanor of a general, so he used all his strength
He had the strength to stand up.
When he stood in a proud posture, he saw a dazzling light coming towards his neck. For some reason, when he felt the breath of death, all the fear in his heart disappeared. He knew that it was
A kind of relief. He closed his eyes, but many past events came to mind in his mind.
At that time, he was still a beggar who was about to starve to death. His Majesty the Emperor was also very young at that time. When he was still in the Han Dynasty, he thought of the scene when he met His Majesty the Emperor. He thought of the scene of life and death with His Majesty the Emperor.
He thought of the scene when he was galloping on the battlefield and beheading the enemy. All of this passed through his mind over and over again, until he felt a chill on his neck and his mind became pitch black.
, the scenes flashing through his mind became blurry, and finally he completely lost consciousness.
"Zhang Yuanwei's head is here. We'll capture it if we don't stop." Ling Tianyun held up the bloody head and shouted at the group of heavy cavalry in the Northern Han Dynasty. He held a knife in his right hand and held the head in his left hand, standing covered in blood.
, he is like a bloody Shura, he is like the messenger coming out of the blood prison, his voice resounds across the entire battlefield, but his figure is deeply imprinted in the minds of every soldier on the battlefield.
, whether they are the soldiers of the Great Zhou Kingdom or the soldiers of the Northern Han Kingdom.
"Kill????????", a roar like a wild beast coming out of a cage, but it was the roar of the imperial guards beside Chai Rong. They saw the human head held high by Ling Tianyun, and the head was furious.
Their crazy fighting spirit was aroused, and the heat in their bodies was boiling. They raised their weapons and rushed towards the bewildered heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty.