Chapter six hundred and seventy-ninth sword wind sword light shock Yanzhou six
Zhong Jianying and a group of Zhong family's well-dressed warriors also hid in the dark and watched all this silently. They perfectly blended their figures into the shadows of the night. Zhong Jianying is originally a shadow, and shadows can blend into any shadow.
Among them, most of the people traveling with him are the elites of the Zhong family who live and die with him. They are not afraid of the hundreds or thousands of Khitan soldiers. With their strength, even if they cannot defeat them, as long as they are not surrounded,
They can escape easily.
"Second Young Master, should we go forward and help those two boys? The Yelu Blood Wolf looks like it should not be underestimated, not to mention there are so many Khitan soldiers, I'm afraid they are more likely to be in trouble." A Zhong family warrior asked.
Zhong Jianying whispered, but Zhong Jianying shook his head gently and said: "Without a real master, it would be impossible to trap the two of them. Even though Yelu Blood Wolf has extraordinary strength, compared with them, it is still
It’s not enough. Let’s just watch the fun here. By the way, have you found out what is in that carriage?”
"Second Young Master, not yet. The people of the Yang family are very cautious. The carriage went missing when it arrived at the Yang family. There is no way to find out what was in the carriage. However, there are many people in Yanzhou City looking for the carriage.
, it seems that the things in that carriage are very important." Another warrior replied to Zhong Jianying.
When Zhong Jianying heard the report from his subordinates, he couldn't help but frowned. He vaguely felt that the things in the carriage gave him a very dangerous feeling. The reason why he wanted to find out what was in the carriage was because
It was just a curiosity, and since the carriage was missing, he couldn't punish his subordinates. He just said lightly: "Forget it, stay away from that carriage in the future. That thing always feels like a dangerous thing."
A cruel smile appeared on Yelu Xuelang's face, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The scimitar in his hand trembled slightly, and a cold light reflected from the scimitar.
He came out. He pointed his scimitar, pointed at Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng from a distance, and said ferociously: "With tonight's black light, transformed into the power of the wolf god, I will take your two lives, this general."
Then, like a vicious wolf, he rushed towards Ling Tianyun with streaks of cold light. A fierce and fierce aura circulated around him, and his eyes shot green light like arrows. The scimitar struck out
Yang, like sword shadows cutting through the night sky, the billowing wind of swords arrived at Ling Tianyun's side in an instant. A trace of ferocious light appeared from his eyes, and from his one after another,
There was a strong killing intent in the sword wind.
Ling Tianyun drew his sword straight to meet him, and the sword in his hand curled up with fierce sword light. He danced the sword wildly with his strong and powerful arms. He took a slight step forward, and a layer of light appeared on the sword.
There was a faint luster, and the sword in his hand was flowing with a faint light that was getting stronger and stronger. There were a few sounds of metal, a few flashes of lightning, and the two figures had already begun to intertwine.
The scimitar in Yelu Xuelang's hand is mainly used for chopping. The curved blade is more labor-saving and concise for chopping. The sword in Ling Tianyun's hand is also swung without any rules. Each sword move is powerful and powerful, and the aura in the whole body is majestic.
It rolled out like a tide, and Yelu Xuelang's sword skills were not only chopping, but also had hooks and strips. All kinds of tricky sword skills were also vividly displayed. Each of the two relied on their true strength without any fancy moves.
They faced each other head-on, and after a series of lightning flashes, the two of them passed by each other, with solemn looks in their eyes.
Ling Tianyun gently shook the Xingze sword in his hand. He knew that the sword in his hand was extremely sharp. No matter what kind of weapon it was, it would be cut off by it. Even if it couldn't be cut, it would still create a series of breaks.
However, looking at the scimitar in Yelu Xuelang's hand, it was not injured at all. Obviously, the scimitar in the opponent's hand must also be a peerless weapon, and its sharpness is no less sharp than the Xingze sword in his own hand.
Yelu Xuelang had also heard a little bit about the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand, but he was still a little surprised. There really weren't many swords in the world that could compare with the scimitar in his hand. At first, he didn't have it in Ling Tianyun's hand.
His sword was not comparable to the scimitar in his own hand, but after a series of collisions, he found that the sword in his opponent's hand was still not damaged at all, which made him start to pay more attention to Ling Tianyun.
The two of them had to re-evaluate each other. It was just a warm-up exchange. They both knew that neither of them used their full strength, but their strength and sword skills were equally matched. They condensed.
The majestic energy flowing around them was aroused, and the billowing energy surged out like a wave, and their eyes condensed with terrifying lights. The weapons in their hands were raised again, and two blasts of energy surged out.
The figures were swept up by a burst of wind that shot like an arrow, and they were intertwined again.
Several Khitan soldiers raised their scimitars and surrounded Ye Yinfeng. The scimitars in their hands weaved into a shrouded net of knives, trapping Ye Yinfeng tightly in it. And Ye Yinfeng was trapped in it.
The edgeless iron sword in Feng's hand suddenly came into his hand. He turned slightly, and a breeze blew through the shadows of the swords. The flowing aura bloomed brilliantly on the edgeless iron sword, and the iron sword was like a
Like a sword that shot out brilliant brilliance, it swept across all directions and blocked the group of besieging Khitan soldiers from a distance of ten feet.
There were constant sounds of metal breaking, and the true energy in Ye Yinfeng's body poured directly into the iron sword. The edgeless iron sword was a bit sharper than the peerless sword. Wherever it went, there were several Khitan soldiers holding it.
The scimitar was cut off. But his figure was extremely light. The blue shadow dragged countless afterimages, and his elegant figure showed calmness. Ye Yinfeng, who was as light as the clouds, did not feel any pressure.
The edgeless sword in his hand sometimes sweeps out like a divine dragon swinging its tail, and sometimes appears like a dazzling cold light shooting out of the void, and his figure is endlessly calm and elegant, with the edgeless iron sword in his hand.
It's as if it's not a sword, but an immortal weapon.
The light of the sword condensed the tranquility of the night, and the wind of the sword stirred up the chilling coldness. Two young men with extraordinary bearing faced thousands of troops and horses, as well as the ferocious killer. One sword pierced the darkness.
Under the dark curtain of the night, a knife tumbled through the ferocious beasts, and a wonderful battle began. Under the cold and ice-like night, the sharp and harsh sound of breaking through the air echoed, and the flying
Blood was flowing freely, with two intertwined figures, a wandering blue shadow, and countless Khitan soldiers holding torches surrounding them. The chilling atmosphere and ferocious blood surged in like a tide.
Yelv Blood Wolf's scimitar was raised high. He leaned down and stepped forward. He saw the scimitar slashing and slashing, affecting the energy around him. The cold night seemed to appear on his beastly face.
Eclipsed. And the light flowing from the scimitar in his hand turned into the ferocious wolf with claws and fangs, all of them rushed towards Ling Tianyun. The light of the sword was cold and cold. At this time, he was a wolf king filled with endless fighting spirit.
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With a wave of the sword, a stream of light passed through Ling Tianyun's chest on the side of Ling Tianyun's body. The stream of light fell directly on the ground at his feet. The stream of light submerged into the street, like a deep ravine.
The scratches suddenly appeared. The cold wind condensing at the tip of his nose was like a knife, hitting his cheek painfully. Then he turned to one side, spun around, and the sword was raised from behind him, a powerful streak
The wind of the sword condensed, and it swung towards the Yelu Blood Wolf who had just sheathed the sword with a biting horror.
A flash of scarlet flashed out of the scimitar, and the beastly expression on Yelu Xuelang's face rose again and again. His body seemed to become stronger with his beastly expression. The long arms were
At that moment, there was a sudden surge, and layers of knife shadows rose and fell from under his scimitar, like a wave. The light of the knife was condensed with a cold light, and the shadow of the knife was filled with bloodthirsty madness, and
His endless killing intent was condensed in the sword curtain.
Layers of sword curtains pressed against Ling Tianyun like a wave, causing Ling Tianyun's spinning body to stop abruptly. He gently lifted up the sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword to the sky, and patted the back of the sword lightly with his left hand.
Suddenly, an incomparable stream of true energy from his right hand rushed towards the sword like a rushing river. With a "snap" sound, the Xingze sword suddenly rose in brilliance, and a Buddha statue with supreme majesty appeared in it.
Behind him slowly took shape.
When Yelu Xuelang saw this, his face condensed, and bright light shot out from his eyes, and the scimitar in his hand turned into layers of sword shadows and pressed towards Ling Tianyun at that moment, but he
The scimitar turned into a sword screen, and all of them disappeared under the brilliance of the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand. A determined look appeared on his face. His body did not retreat but moved forward. He held the sword with one hand instead.
Holding the knife in both hands, a strong gust of wind blew towards him, but it was the brilliance of the sword in Ling Tianyun's hand that surged forward, and the remaining sword power was rushing towards him.
Yelu Xuelang's face was solemn, and he stood tall with the sword in both hands. The sword wind surged towards him, but he was unaware of it. He raised his head and let the force shot out from Ling Tianyun's sword
The wind blew in his face. A bloodthirsty and arrogant expression appeared on his face, and an even more amazing momentum suddenly surged from his body. He was furious, like a beast king, facing each other.
Like a peerless god of war.
"Ouch?????????", another louder and louder wolf howl roared from his mouth, and faintly, his back began to transform into a wolf king looking down at the world,
It was a snow-white wolf king, and the snow-white wolf king's eyes were full of endless ferocity. It was just like the beast king who commanded the beasts, "Aw??????????", the snow-white wolf king was empty.
The shadow is also like a Yelu blood wolf, looking up to the sky and roaring.
Many people's eardrums were buzzing, and the wolf howl that filled the sky and earth made many people enter a brief hallucination. They seemed to have entered a battlefield of ferocious beasts. They seemed to have entered
Surrounded by wolf smoke everywhere, wolves galloping between heaven and earth, with scarlet wolf eyes and sharp wolf fangs, filled their minds. Soon, everyone turned pale, and when they emerged from the illusion,
When they woke up, they found that their backs were already wet.
This wolf howl that resounded through the night sky was not only aimed at Ling Tianyun alone, but also brought the onlookers standing on Youyue Tower into the illusion. But the Khitan soldiers who had laid a heavy encirclement were the most serious. They stopped
They controlled their actions, and when they woke up from the illusion, there was a blazing light in their eyes. The Khitan people have always regarded wolves as their totems, and the general who defended the city in front of them looked like a wolf god.
Yelu Blood Wolf can transform into a phantom of a snow-white wolf king, but the pressure brought by the phantom of the wolf king howling up has no effect on Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng. Ling Tianyun himself has already transformed into a phantom.
There was a shadow of a solemn Buddha statue that pitied the world's treasures. Ye Yinfeng himself was a Taoist Supreme Kung Fu. With just a little movement of Kung Fu, the three star flowers that turned into green lotuses immediately poured out from his Dantian.
He used the pure Taiqing Qi to protect him.
Ling Tianyun raised his sword, and the other party had transformed into the shadow of a snow wolf, which meant that the other party had shown his true strength just like him. Condensed brilliance rose up wantonly. He raised his body and transformed the sword into a phantom.
He made a stream of light and struck hard at the Yelu Blood Wolf and the phantom of the Snow Wolf. Yelu Blood Wolf shot out a bloodthirsty scarlet light from his eyes, and his cruel smile followed.