Chapter five hundred and fiftieth IX spears and swords are fighting against each other
"Protect the sect master," loud shouts rang out from Fu Heng's side, but it was the masters of the Shengyang Sect who rode out on horseback to greet Wanyan Wudi who turned into a ball of spear light. Several Shengyang sects
The masters of the sect wore the armor of Zhou soldiers and hid themselves among the Zhou army. A trace of anger surged on their faces, and they drew their swords and attacked the gun shadow coming towards them.
Wanyan Zhantian's figure as he shot away only paused for a breath. His eyes condensed, and an extremely brilliant light burst out from his eyes. The spear made a trembling sound.
, then there was a sound of tearing through the air and rushing towards the surroundings.
The shadow of the gun turned into dots of light all over the sky. The figure flying down from the sky was like a peerless god of war, with such wild and cold fighting spirit pouring out of him. The spear in his hand turned into
One after another, the roaring dragons headed towards the group of Shengyang Clan masters who came on horseback.
"Puff, puff, puff." Several dull sounds of gun tips penetrating into flesh rang out, and several masters of the Shengyang Sect slumped to the ground. An incredible look appeared in their eyes, which were full of disbelief. They didn't
Thinking that in just one round, they had already been pierced by the silver spear in the chest. The blood shot up like blood flowers, blooming under the scorching sun, and the smell of blood rising from the sky filled the tip of their noses.
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Wanyan Zhantian's figure was like an angry dragon that crisscrossed the sky and the earth. His spear was emitting an awe-inspiring chill, and a maniacal and terrifying aura surged from his body. His figure was astonishing.
Turning around, the castration has weakened. His feet are standing on a horse that is neighing wildly. An arrogant and domineering gaze is shot from his eyes. He is like the master of this battlefield, covering everything with one hand.
The awe-inspiring domineering force came out overwhelmingly.
When Fu Heng saw this, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Wanyan Zhantian's powerful strength was beyond his expectation. As the leader of the first sect in the Central Plains, he certainly has unique vision. From then on
The majestic aura emanating from the young man in brocade robes holding the silver spear, he already knew the martial arts level of that young man. He was worthy of being the most talented and invincible disciple in the world. He couldn't help but think to himself, with such talent
Outstanding martial arts wizards are rare even in the Great Zhou Kingdom.
Seeing all the Shengyang Clan masters rushing out beside him being knocked over by their spears and falling to the ground, Fu Heng's slightly narrowed eyes began to condense with a terrifying light. He stretched out his hand to stop him from rushing out.
Some other Shengyang Sect masters, the long swords in their hands raised a bright light. He sat firmly on the horse, just waiting for the young man holding the silver gun to sprint over.
"Hiss?????????", Wanyan Zhantian exerted a slight force on his feet. The horse under his feet was exhausted, and then it fell to the ground with a long roar. Wanyan Zhantian's body shape changed from
The horse flew up on its back, and he held the spear with both hands. The howling air force exploded around him, and the surging energy swept out directly in all directions. His eyes that were condensed with cold light blinked.
He stared at Fu Heng without blinking.
A figure that shot like an arrow came to Fu Heng's eyes in an instant, and then a spinning gun shadow rolled up all the air around him, and a momentum like a dragon coming out of the sea attacked Fu Heng's body. The young man in brocade robes had both hands.
His eyes showed firm eyes, and his strong body contained an aura that was as loud as the sky.
The shadow of the gun flashed, and a sharp sound broke through the air like a sound falling from the sky, ringing in the ears of everyone in the Zhou army. The gun light began to grow slowly, but in Fu Heng's pupils it became as thin as
It was like a needle light. It was a strange spear power. The domineering and sharp spear intention had already been formed. Under the stimulation of the young man in brocade robe, it flashed with a horrifying momentum, and the spear light pierced the air and rolled up the spear.
The shadow disappeared in that moment.
Fu Heng's whole body trembled. He did not expect that the spear spirit emitted by this young man in brocade robes was so domineering, so fierce and fierce. But as a martial arts cultivator, he was not an ordinary martial arts cultivator. With a slight stroke of luck, his whole body was filled with spear light.
The enveloping feeling disappeared, and the crisis guarded by the spear disappeared.
As if a bolt of lightning tore open the clear sky under the scorching sun, Fu Heng suddenly drew his knife and swung it towards the spear shadow.
Ye Yinfeng's heart was still. He could only see the Khitan Wolf Lord Yelv Shu who was sitting firmly on the war horse. His figure was flying, and the iron sword in his hand had already swung out a few drops of unknown Khitan Wolf Rider.
The blood was the blood of the Khitan war horses. Drops of blood spattered from the ancient iron sword, forming exploding blood flowers that filled the air under the scorching sun.
Khitan Wolf Lord Yelvshu's eyes were focused, looking at the elegant blue-shirted figure coming on horseback, but he didn't make any movement at all. The dozens of blood wolf guards behind him with the blood-evil aura had solemn expressions.
Incomparably, they tensed up their nerves as if they were facing a powerful enemy. They watched the elegant figure getting closer and closer, but they did not receive any instructions from Yelvshu, and they could not do anything strange.
The long sword was as dark as the dark, and the figure was elegant and elegant. Ye Yinfeng's face showed a trace of solemnity. Because he felt a strong sea-like aura condensing from the body of the Khitan Wolf Lord, but he
He still raised the iron sword in his hand without hesitation, and stabbed towards the Khitan Wolf Lord who was sitting firmly on the horse with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Yelvshu's face changed slightly, and he felt a strong crisis from the quiet and simple iron sword. The iron sword turned into a dazzling sword light and shot out like a flying fairy from the sky. In front of him,
In his eyes, the only thing left between the sky and the earth was the sword light that was getting closer and closer. The roaring sword energy ripped through the air and made his clothes ring. And the horse under his seat also made a sound.
I felt waves of terror, and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
The sword light transformed from the iron sword came to Yelvshu's eyes in an instant, and the world-famous wolf master stretched out his fists that were larger than ordinary people. From under his thick eyebrows, there were a pair of ferocious and wild eyes.
The fierce eyes like wolf eyes shot out terrifying light from the fierce eyes.
A powerful fist blast blasted away from the iron fist, and layers of ripple-like fist light began to ripple from all four sides of the fist. The imperceptible fist light turned into circles of strength,
There was a surge outside the huge fist, and a powerful aura burst out from the majestic body.
"Hey", the sword light that shot out from the iron sword collided with the fist light that rippled from the fist, making a slight sound of breaking through the air. The fist and the iron sword were getting closer and closer.
The closer you get, the Youran's iron sword moves forward like a broken bamboo, and the fierce fist strikes forward like a thunderous force.
"Boom", the iron fist finally collided with the iron sword, and the two powerful forces collided and whipped up a burst of wind. The destructive energy shot out in all directions, and the world suddenly became dark.
The color faded, and all I could see was the rippling strength surging out in all directions like ripples.
Ye Yinfeng only felt a blast of Shen Xiong's brazen strength coming from the iron sword. He was shocked to find that the brutal and domineering strength made the tiger's mouth where he was holding the sword numb. The remaining strength instantly disappeared from his body.
His right hand went up to his right shoulder and only went to his chest.
With a "Wow" sound, his chest felt like a lightning strike, and the blood in his body surged, making his throat feel sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. But it was not over yet, that arrogant strength surged through his body.
His body was rushing wildly, causing the true energy in his body to become chaotic.
With that punch, Ye Yinfeng's body was blown away by the extremely domineering Qi that surged out, causing him to use his extremely pure Qi to suppress the injury. He staggered with a stagger under his feet.
, and then he managed to stabilize his body. His figure once again landed on a war horse, but he was already several feet away from Yelvshu.
Yelvshu also felt uncomfortable. After the impact, his face suddenly turned red. The true energy coming from the iron sword rushed straight towards the extremely domineering true energy in his body, like a broken bamboo.
It was rushing through his body, rushing all the energy in his body to pieces. And a trace of extremely dazzling blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a shocking fist appeared in a moment like a thunderous explosion.
of wounds.
Unable to hide the shock in his heart, Ye Yinfeng stood on a war horse, and his eyes were even more shocked. He did not expect that the inner strength of this world-shaking wolf lord would be so deep.
Even though he broke through to the realm of three flowers, he still didn't get any benefits, and instead fell into a disadvantage.
There was a solemn look in his eyes, and the right hand holding the sword could not help but tremble. Yelvshu's remaining domineering energy in his body was gradually resolved by him, and he felt a little relaxed. The iron in his hand
The sword once again stirred up a fierce sword energy, because several Blood Wolf Guards with a violent and bloody aura rushed out from Yelvshu's side and rushed straight towards him.
"Dang!" a crisp metallic chime sounded, and a roaring breath burst out from Fu Heng's body and surged towards Wanyan Zhantian's body like a mountain. He sat firmly on the horse's back, facing the surging handle.
The spear gleamed with a sharp sound that broke through the air, and the sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, exploding in the ears of the surrounding Zhou army officers and soldiers.
A huge pain like a hammer suddenly tore through Wanyan Zhantian's chest. He felt as if the hands holding the spear were being burned, and the stinging pain came from his tiger's mouth. It made him
He couldn't help but make a dull sound, but his eyes were determined and he quickly pulled out the spear and twirled it around his waist. The spear roared and stabbed towards Fu Heng again.
Fu Heng's eyes narrowed. The young man's tenacity and perseverance exceeded his expectations, but he was very human after all. The long knife in his hand rolled and turned, and a brilliant light burst out from the long knife. Only
I saw a brilliant ray of light passing under the scorching sun, and struck the spear with incomparable accuracy like a dragon coming out of the sea.
Wanyan Zhantian once again let out a dull sound, and the tearing cramping pain in his chest spread throughout his body, letting a trace of ferocious evil appear on his resolute face. The powerful counterattack momentum shook his body
He retreated continuously, spinning his body in the air. After turning over several times, he finally landed and stood on a war horse.
The same look of shock appeared in Wanyan Zhantian's eyes. He did not expect that the internal strength of this Great Zhou general was so high. Although he had some information about Yi Fu Heng, he had always been arrogant.
Of course he would not take this number one sect in the Central Plains seriously, but this time he suffered a big loss.
Fu Heng's body was as steady as Mount Tai, but his heart was already filled with turmoil. The young man in front of him, who was yet to reach the age of a weak man, had such extraordinary cultivation, which surprised him. His eyes dropped again.
Looking at the blue figure with its feet standing on a war horse, Xingxi's growth is equally surprising.
More and more Khitan Blood Wolf Guards came like a tide, and Ye Yinfeng began to feel a little pressure. He kept waving the iron sword in his hand, and he felt that the iron sword began to become heavier and heavier.
He knew that it was impossible to hurt the Khitan Wolf Lord this time, so he made a decision immediately, and flew towards the Zhou army.
Wanyan Zhantian's heart moved. He also knew that he could not take down the commander of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he had no choice but to put away his spear and go towards the Khitan army.
Two figures passed over the fighting battlefield, and when they crossed paths, they both saw the strong fighting spirit between them in each other's eyes.