On the battlefield, not only did Murong Tu know that he was defeated or invincible, but many masters watching the battle already knew what the outcome would be. However, as an elder of the Murong family, how could Murong Tu easily admit defeat?

For many people, when his status reaches a certain level, he will take face very seriously. Even if you lose huge benefits, you have to fight for face. Their mantra is often "we can't afford to lose that person", but they don't know that the more people who have no background and no self-confidence, similar to the nouveau riche, the more eager they are to get the approval of others! The so-called face is just a momentary battle of will, and time has passed, and even they will feel that the people who can't afford to lose at that time can't let go of the face they can't let go, how ridiculous and how unworthy they are!

And the five elders of the Murong family couldn't let go at this time, and they held on on to the battlefield. It stands to reason that if the cultivator has reached the level of the Martial Sect and above, it is easy to divide the victory and defeat in the battle of the same rank, but it is very difficult to decide whether he is dead or dead! However, if Murong Tujue admits defeat, he will not only lose his face, but also bring shame to the Murong family. Knowing that he was not Feng Zhenkun's opponent, he still tried his best to resist Feng Zhenkun's offensive.

Feng Zhenkun's saber slashed out one after another, sometimes even in the air, giving Murong Tu a brief respite. This strengthened Murong Tu's determination to persevere, and the longer he felt that the longer he persisted, even if he was defeated in the end, he would end up with a good conversation with the generals of the Heavenly Thorn Battalion for three hundred rounds, which would increase his reputation even though he was defeated!

"It's not good! General Fang, quickly order Murong Tu to retreat!" Wu Haoren, as a super master of the Martial Emperor Rank, was afraid that there were also masters of the Martial Emperor Rank in the Pingcheng Army, and it would be inconvenient for him to appear in front of the two armies, and it would be unfavorable for him to be caught by others, so he hid in the camp and secretly observed the battle between the two sides. Wu Haoren suddenly discovered Feng Zhenkun's abnormal behavior, and hurriedly secretly transmitted the message to General Fang.

Although General Fang didn't see anything wrong, he still meticulously carried out Wu Haoren's order.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

There was a rapid sound of gold in the rebel array, and Murong Tu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it, as long as he retreated according to the order, not only would his reputation be damaged, but also the gold content of the "Wind Sword" would be increased!

"Feng Zhenkun, today you and I are fighting no equally, if it weren't for the order in the army, I would have been able to turn back, you would definitely not see the sun tomorrow!" Murong Tu took a few steps back and said very stiffly.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed! Do you think you can go back?" Feng Zhenkun replied with a sneer.

Murong Tu patted his horse, but found that he seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage and couldn't get out.

Murong Tu's face suddenly changed greatly, and he shouted in horror: "Feng Zhenkun, what did you do to me?"

"Hey, hey, Murong Tu, you are the fifth elder of the Murong family, why is your knowledge so shallow?

"You used the Heavenly Thorn Lock Dragon Knife on me?" Murong Tu asked in surprise.

Feng Zhenkun didn't answer directly, he raised his saber with both hands, and the majestic spiritual power poured out of the blade and slashed down towards Murong Tuli!

The spiritual power of heaven and earth around Feng Zhenkun instantly converged on the saber, and the edge on the saber shone brightly, flashing Dao spiritual light towards Murong Tu. Murong Tu desperately mobilized his spiritual power and tried to block the blow, but he helplessly found that his connection with heaven and earth had been severed, and he could only rely on his spiritual power to fight against Feng Zhenkun.

"Kill!"

Feng Zhenkun roared, and the saber slashed through the sky like a bolt of lightning, and under the traction of the sword light, the trajectory he had previously slashed in the empty space instantly burst into a shining light, weaving into a big net, trapping Murong Tu in the net!

In order to protect himself, Murong Tu danced the sword as fast as the wind, and the sword shadow was heavy, forming a pagoda-like shield around him, from the perspective of defense, it was really invulnerable!

In the blink of an eye, the sound of dense sword strikes came, and the large net formed by the sword light embedded in the tower-shaped shield at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the shield was unexpectedly unloaded into pieces one after another, and finally approached Murong Tu.

"Careless! Since I fell for Feng Zhenkun's calculations!" Murong Tu finally understood why Feng Zhenkun gave himself a chance to breathe in the previous battle, and now he realized that he was playing a trick on himself! If Murong Tu immediately retreated when he felt that the momentum was not right, he could advance and retreat freely, and it was because of his unwillingness to admit defeat that he fell into the trap set by Feng Zhenkun step by step, and he fell deeper and deeper.

Now that Feng Zhenkun's trick has been used, Murong Tu has also exerted his swordsmanship to the extreme, at this time, Murong Tu no longer intends to take care of the so-called face, as long as he can resist this move, he will immediately fight!

In this life of a martial artist, it is not easy to cultivate to the level of the Martial Sect, and it is even more fortunate to be able to become an elder in a big family like the Murong family, it doesn't matter if he loses in the hands of Feng Zhenkun, if he dies on the battlefield, then the gain outweighs the loss!

Murong Tu quickly figured out the joints, and immediately raised the spirit of twelve points to fight against Feng Zhenkun, but unfortunately, how could the stunts of the Heavenly Thorn Camp be so easy to deal with? No matter how well Murong Tu brought the swordsmanship of the Murong family into full play, he still couldn't completely resist the Heavenly Thorn Camp's "Heavenly Thorn Lock Dragon Knife" that had been tempered thousands of times!

The sword light and sword shadow gradually dispersed, Feng Zhenkun rode his horse and Murong Tu by mistake, turned the horse's head after running out of the five zhang, no longer looked at Murong Tu, and ran towards the camp of the Pingcheng army.

Murong Tu stayed on the spot alone, and just as people were speculating about the outcome of the two, a blood line slowly appeared on his forehead, and his eyes gradually lost their lustre. Suddenly, the war horse under Murong Tu burst out with a blood mist, and his body broke into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground. Losing the support of the war horse, Murong Tu's body fell straight to the ground, and with a shock on the ground, it was actually divided into two halves, and he was killed on the spot!

"Wow!"

The Pingcheng army erupted into cheers that resounded through the sky, and suddenly Jin Ge waved, and the morale was high!

Murong Tu, who was also a martial sect rank, was killed by Feng Zhenkun with a knife under the desperate resistance, and Murong Tu couldn't care about the war horse under him, which shows how powerful Feng Zhenkun's combat power is! The generals of his own side are so powerful, the soldiers are naturally full of confidence and high morale!

"General Feng is really powerful, the power of one move is so strong!" Duan Rongzu was born in the Heavenly Thorn Camp, so he naturally understood the power of "Heavenly Thorn Lock Dragon Knife", but to be able to practice this sword technique to such a level, Duan Rongzu had never seen a few people before, and he knew that he was not Feng Zhenkun's opponent, so he was even more impressed in his heart.

The rebels in Chen Shuizhou were silent!

"A Martial Sect-level super powerhouse died in battle like this?" Many people looked at Murong Tu's corpse in disbelief. You must know that Murong Tu is not an ordinary martial sect-level powerhouse, he is the fifth elder of the Murong family!

The Murong family is a super force on the list of the Dragon Gate, which has lasted for several generations and has a profound heritage! The masters cultivated by their family are naturally much stronger than those ordinary forces in the rivers and lakes and even scattered cultivators in the same rank, such masters have been easily taken down, who else has the ability to turn the tide? Just when Chen Shuijun was at a loss, Pingcheng Jun was eager to try!

"Regiment Leader, let me fight in the next battle, right?" Lin Xiuran saw Feng Zhenkun coming back, and immediately stepped forward to ask for battle.

"Go ahead, let the rebels see the strength of our Pingcheng cavalry!" Ye Heng agreed.

Lin Xiuran roared excitedly, and rushed out of the camp with the horse lance that Ye Heng had snatched from Han Bin.

"Pingcheng cavalry Lin Xiuran came to challenge, who dares to fight with me?" Lin Xiuran came to the front of the two armies and called out to Chen Shuijun.

Chen Shuizhou's side fell silent for a while, and many people couldn't help but look left and right, wanting to see if anyone was willing to take the initiative to ask for help.

"Hahahaha, it's just a hairy boy, he dares to come out and go wild before he grows up, what's there to be afraid of? Since everyone is so humble, then we Lingyunmen will take over this field!" An arrogant laugh came, which immediately attracted Chen Shuijun's attention. Everyone looked over and saw that the person who spoke was a majestic man in the prime of life, who was none other than Ling Ying, the master of Lingyun Gate.

This Lingyun Gate was founded by Ling Ying, in the case of the dominance of the Taiyin Sect in Chen Shuizhou, Lingyun Gate is one of the few gangs that has successfully survived, it is not difficult to imagine that first, their friendship with the Taiyin Sect must be not shallow, and secondly, the strength of this Ling Ying must not be weak; at this time, Ling Ying came out to face the enemy, not only to show his strength, but also to show loyalty to the Taiyin Sect.

General Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Then there is the master of the Lao Ling Sect, I wish the Lord of the Ling Sect a victory and return victorious!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, little ones, bring me my weapons!" Ling Ying said with a smile and a smile as the disciples under Ling Yun's sect immediately sent a silver crescent halberd to Ling Ying.

"Boy, Hugh is rampant, I'm Ling Ying here to meet you!" Ling Ying shouted, raised his crescent halberd and urged the horse to kill Lin Xiuran.

The drummers on both sides immediately beat the war drums, and the drums rumbled, shocking the eardrums and inspiring people!

Lin Xiuran raised his horse lance and faced Ling Ying. Ling Ying's halberd stabbed straight and stabbed at Lin Xiuran's front door. The two of them adopted the strategy of attacking instead of defending, and they were both indomitable and left no way out, which made people feel agitated and enthusiastic!

Lin Xiuran was originally the leader of the Lin family in Jiangnan, and during this period of time, he was tempered by the war, don't look at his age, but he is bold and resolute, and his moves are calm, not at all like the young appearance of a fledgling.

On cultivation for Ling Ying is still above Lin Xiuran, but after becoming the master of the door, Ling Ying rarely takes action in person, no matter how brave and powerful he used to be, if the comfortable days are too long, he will inevitably be depressed, whether it is fighting spirit or shooting, it will decline. Especially the speed of the shot, it doesn't feel very obvious that there is no battle of life and death in normal times, but now as soon as he shoots, he is fighting for his life, Ling Ying obviously feels that the speed of the shot can't keep up with the change in consciousness!

Both of them stabbed straight at their opponents, and Ling Ying felt that the speed of his shot was half a beat faster than he thought, which would cause his halberd to be hit before he stabbed his opponent!

After perceiving that there would be such an ending, Ling Ying preemptively changed his move, and the halberd crashed into Lin Xiuran's horse lance. Lin Xiuran's eyes were sharp, and the castration remained the same, but his hands held the horse lance tighter!

"Dang!"

A loud bang came, and the crescent halberd slammed heavily on the horse's lance! Ling Ying's mouth ached, his arms trembled a little, and a huge amount of power surged, Ling Ying's upper body involuntarily leaned slightly on the horse's back, which dissipated the dark energy transmitted to his body.

Lin Xiuran was also uncomfortable, the strength after the collision of the weapons was transmitted to his arm, and even his chest was in a shocking pain, but the horse lance in his hand was castrated unabated, and he continued to stab forward in pain!

Ling Ying had just stabilized his body, where did he come from and had time to counterattack, so he had to dodge sideways.

Seeing that Lin Xiuran had taken the lead, the war drums in the Pingcheng army beat even louder, and the whole army shouted to the rhythm of the war drums: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Lin Xiuran made a move, and immediately made a move, and the whirring sound of the horse lance dance did not give Ling Ying a chance to breathe.

Ling Ying's moves are slow, his moves are slow, he can't play his own rhythm at all, and the more he fights, the stronger the feeling is, obviously he found the flaw when Lin Xiuran made a move, but when the crescent halberd in his hand attacked the flaw, the other party had already changed his move, and the flaw became a dangerous trap!

"Ling Ying, this waste, since he became the sect master, why hasn't he grown at all? If he continues like this, he will ruin the big thing of this sect master!" Wu Haoren hid in the shadows and observed the battle in the field, and said very dissatisfied.