Chapter five hundred and fifty-eight guns and swords are fighting in the dark
There was a trace of worry in Nangong Xianchen's beautiful eyes, but she still did not stop Ye Yinfeng's decision. The elegant and fairy-like figure stood in the howling wind, the green clothes made a hunting sound, and the dancing and flying
Her hair was like rain of ink falling from the sky, and her face was filled with an intoxicating blush. The blue shadow had already rushed down the mountain and rushed towards the fierce battlefield in an instant.
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Yelvshu's eyes narrowed, and he heard the sky-shaking roar. From the roar, he felt a faint sense of crisis. The roar clearly spread to everyone in the fierce battlefield.
In their ears, the soldiers of the two armies who were fighting fiercely could not help but tremble. A flash of horror flashed in their eyes, and then after the howling disappeared, the fierce sound of killing filled the sky again.
Wanyan Zhantian held a spear in his hand like a dragon out of the sea, and picked up a Zhou soldier. A bloodthirsty red light surged out of his eyes, and the splash of blood aroused the most primitive cruelty in his body.
When he got up, he felt the blood in his body roar, and his whole body was suddenly filled with endless power.
A long roar made his heart tighten, and the spear swept out. A group of Zhou soldiers fell to the ground. He looked towards the person who made the roar. He saw a blue shadow rising from the mountains.
Shooting down, when he saw the young man in blue clearly, there was a bang, and a fierce fighting spirit burst out from his whole body.
Ye Yinfeng's figure shot like an arrow and headed towards the battlefield. His figure flew away from the Khitan wolf cavalry, but what greeted him was the shadow of arrows in the sky. But the Khitan wolf master knew that the coming person was extraordinary.
He ordered the cavalry behind him to raise their bows, and the shadows of arrows in the sky were like a black cloud, heading toward Ye Yinfeng's figure.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and with a "clang" sound, the iron sword without a sharp edge was suddenly in his hand. He held up sword flowers in his hand, and the arrows that shot out like locusts were struck by the iron sword in his hand.
Blocked by the sword, they fell to the ground one after another. But his figure was not affected by anything at all. The figure dragged a series of afterimages in the air and rushed towards the Khitan Wolf Cavalry.
The long sword in his hand fired a stream of cold sword energy towards the charging Khitan wolves. Suddenly, a wail sounded, and the war horse neighed. Ye Yinfeng turned around again, and he jumped onto a
A war horse that had lost its owner, he clamped his legs, and the war horse abruptly reversed its direction and sprinted forward.
Looking at the young man in blue who was flying from the sky, Khitan Wolf Lord Yelushu's face changed slightly. He did not expect that this young man's cultivation was so profound. The arrows fired by his subordinates blocked the young man for a moment.
He couldn't help but feel a faint crisis in his heart, but Yelvshu was not an ordinary person. He suppressed the shocking thoughts in his heart, and he held on to the handle tightly and followed him.
His right hand trembled slightly with the scimitar he had used on the battlefield for many years, and then he waved his right hand.
"Boom", "Hiss?????????"
Immediately behind him, several blood wolf guards with rich blood energy on their bodies rode out. The bodies of these wolf blood guards exuded a strong bloody aura, which was a hundred times more ferocious than those ordinary Khitan wolf riders. They raised the
With a machete covered in blood, he shouted and sprinted towards the young man in blue shirt.
Feeling a fierce aura charging towards him with a terrifying aura, Ye Yinfeng raised his sword eyebrows, and the iron sword in his hand let out a soft groan. He clamped his legs, and the war horse let out a frightened cry.
Hissing, but unable to change at all, he rushed towards the wolf blood guards who were charging towards him.
"Poof", a faint ray of light shot up, a stream of blood sputtered into the sky, and a huge human head separated from the body. However, the momentum of the war horse continued unabated until the handle
The dark iron sword curled up with a rainbow-like light, and the war horse's body and head were separated immediately, and then it fell suddenly.
The long sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand curled up with terrifying blood. His eyes were as emotionless as those of Wanyan Zhantian, and the horse under him let out a tragic scream.
After that, he slumped to the ground. But the figure in blue lifted his feet and landed on another horse that had lost its owner like a breeze.
A splash of blood spattered out, and a huge human head flew up. There were not many of the group of Khitan Blood Wolf Guards left. There was a trace of panic in their eyes, this trace of fear.
Frightened, their sprinting movements began to slow down, and the scimitars raised in their hands began to become heavier. They did not even touch the corner of the young man's clothes, but their colleagues were separated one by one.
Fall to the ground.
When Wanyan Zhantian saw this, his eyes condensed, and a fierce look appeared on his resolute face. He raised the silver gun in his hand, and a violent aura suddenly emerged from his body. And that
The war horse under the seat roared loudly, spread its hooves and rushed towards the Zhou army.
"Boom!" A burst of blood shot out like an explosion in the air. A Zhou cavalryman lowered his head and looked at the trembling spear. His face showed a look of despair, and then he felt as if all his strength was pumping.
As if dry, his eyes slowly lost their luster unwillingly, and his body fell to the ground slumped.
The spear shook, and the war horse let out a scream, but it was the spear that stabbed the head of the war horse, and a stream of fluid horse blood gurgled out. After the war horse fell to the ground, its limbs were still squirming, and the blood gurgled out.
The blood soon turned the ground red, and the still-dead war horse let out a mournful howl.
I don't know how much blood was stained on the brocade robe, but the fierce face did not change at all. The spear like a poisonous dragon stirred up with spear flowers, and a famous Zhou cavalry was behind the spear.
They screamed and fell to the ground one after another.
Ye Yinfeng's eyes shrank slightly. He looked at the extremely ferocious Wanyan Zhantian, and then the iron sword in his hand curled up with a splash of blood. In front of him, several Khitan
The Blood Wolf Guard had completely lost all vitality, and the war horses were running around.
Looking at Yelv Shu, who was sitting firmly in the center of the Khitan wolf cavalry, Ye Yinfeng's eyes were filled with light. He had already replaced three or four war horses. Under him, several horses had fallen with their limbs in disarray.
The trembling war horse and the blood wolf guard whose head and body were separated. A bold decision came into his heart, and he pointed the iron sword at the long-bearded Khitan Wolf Lord.
"Fire the arrow." A loud shout came from the mouth of Yelvshu, who had a arrogant expression. He looked at the slightly childish face, as if he was seeing the most terrifying ghost in the world. The young man gave
He felt an invisible pressure. The iron sword in the young man's hand was like a magic weapon. He felt his body trembling constantly. This young man was like the prison Shura, full of blood.
It was thick and frightening, sending chills all over his body.
"Whoa???????", the overwhelming shadow of arrows came towards Ye Yinfeng, countless arrows with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, this array of arrows was far more powerful than the arrows shot in the first round.
The arrows were much more fierce and domineering. The sound of piercing the air resounded throughout the battlefield, and each long arrow was shot with a bloodthirsty aura.
Ye Yinfeng's eyes narrowed, and a majestic aura surged from his body, and then his body soared into the sky and attacked the overwhelming arrows. The true energy in his body was like a rushing river.
Rushing towards the iron sword, a faint halo appeared from the sword body, and his body instantly transformed from an elegant and wind-like figure into a giant sword.
Traveling through the shadows of swords all over the sky, Ye Yinfeng's body was filled with surging true energy as if it were endless, and the iron sword stirred up an imperceptible halo. This was his breakthrough to
The first battle since the Three Flowers Realm. But he never expected that in his first battle since the Three Flowers Realm, he would encounter the Khitan Wolf Rider, who is known as the most powerful in the world.
The three dim star flowers in his Dantian gushed out with endless infuriating energy, which was flowing wildly around him. The majestic infuriating energy stirred up the air everywhere. He could clearly feel the energy contained in the air around him.
A pure aura, this is what is special about the Three Flowers Realm. He can feel the aura outside his body. Although he cannot use it, it makes his perception extremely sharp and fast.
Wanyan Zhantian's face changed. He looked at Ye Yinfeng who was flying through the rain of arrows. He felt an unprecedented pressure. This made a strong fighting spirit rise in his heart. He shot
With the horse under his seat, his body rose into the air, holding a gun in both hands, and headed towards the center of the Zhou army like a meteor.
But it was Fu Heng, the coach of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who was riding a horse firmly in the center of the Great Zhou Army. His face became extremely solemn. He did not expect that the two young men had already started to fight. Although the two were not in a head-on confrontation,
But this indirect confrontation has covered up the fierce battlefield.
Seeing the body flying towards him like a meteor, Fu Heng's slender palm trembled slightly, and a sharp long knife suddenly appeared in his hand. As the first sect in the Central Plains, the Shengyang Sect
The master of the sect, his cultivation must be extraordinary, and he is not afraid of the Khitan boy who is charging towards him. At this time, it happened to be what he wanted. If the boy chooses to attack him head-on, then he will not hesitate
Take action hesitantly.
After a shower of arrows, Ye Yinfeng's figure landed on another war horse, and not far from him, several war horses were already like hedgehogs, with their bodies covered with arrows. He
With both feet standing on a war horse, the long sword curled up and swept out a stream of sword energy, sweeping a Khitan wolf rider to the ground. He was already less than a mile away from the Khitan wolf master Yelvshu.
There was a touch of determination and perseverance in that soft face, but the elegant blue shirt was stained with blood, and the black iron sword was covered with drops of dazzling blood. Ye Yinfeng
Both feet were secretly filled with true energy, and they headed towards the horse, causing the war horse to only move forward, regardless of the countless similar people blocking it in front of it.
"Protect my lord." Several deep shouts sounded at the same time, but several blood wolf guards with rich blood on their bodies rode forward one after another, surrounding the Khitan Wolf Lord Yelvshu and protecting him in the middle.
.There was an unprecedented solemn look in their eyes. The young man looked harmless, but he gave them an extremely shocking surprise. The young man only had an iron sword without an edge in his hand, but the iron sword without an edge
In the hands of that young man, it was like a peerless magic weapon, which gave them a feeling of powerlessness and coldness in their hearts.
"Whoosh", there was another sound of piercing the sky, and the Khitan army once again shot out a shower of arrows, trying to block Ye Yinfeng's figure. But the elegant but ghost-like figure once again escaped from the rain of arrows.
Weaving through it, he got closer to the Khitan Wolf Lord intact.
Wanyan Zhantian's meteor-like figure rolled up a swirling dragon-like aura, and he was getting closer and closer to Fu Heng. A face as tough as steel was reflected on the spear, and the spear was swaying.
There were drops of extremely bright blood. The young man in brocade robe suddenly accelerated with bloodthirsty fear, which made the Zhou soldiers standing in front of Fu Heng feel tense. Then they only saw a faint red streak.