Fei got up from the ground, with a hint of paleness in his expression, looking at the warriors who were constantly being smashed by the iron fist, his expression revealed a trace of fear, and suddenly, he coughed violently, and a large mouthful of blood was constantly coughed out, and at the same time, it was also mixed with the debris of the five internal organs.

Fei's eyes couldn't help but darken, and his face was like dead ashes.

For a martial artist, the dantian is even more important than life, but in the collision just now, the **** flying dantian has been completely destroyed, and at this moment he can't even run the slightest internal force, and even the iron spear in the dozens of catties can't be picked up, and he has completely become a waste.

Fei's body collapsed to the ground again, his heart seemed to have fallen into the endless abyss, his mind was very chaotic, and his thoughts were flying.

……

……

The body slammed into each other.

The warrior, who had always been good at close combat, became fragile at this time, and every time he threw his fist out, he smashed a person, and that person pushed sideways as if no one was in a no-man's land.

A general.

Three thousand Bi fell army.

Eight thousand soldiers couldn't trap just one person.

Finally, with a pair of fierce fists, the man finally broke out of the trap.

The man was standing.

His eyes looked at the convoy that formed a defensive formation, and there was a hint of a smile in his expression, and with a movement of his hands, the flint and steel rubbed out, and a wisp of fire jumped out, and in an instant the flames turned into raging fire.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

Hands were pushed out, and the fire flew towards the cart laden with grain.

Grain and grass are dry and flammable.

As the fire fell, the grain and grass on the cart began to burn.

The driver's face became extremely panicked, and he soaked his clothes with the water he carried, and beat the fire like crazy.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

——

The soldiers formed a formation again, the heavy shield was in front of him, the spear was stabbed, and he slowly advanced, gradually forming a closing trend, trying to surround and kill the incoming people again.

On the grassland, the intention of killing is even worse.

A shout of rage rang out.

At least fifty spears were used to assassinate the people from different directions.

A howling sound was heard.

The person who came flew with both hands, burst out with terrifying might, stretched out his hand to grab the moon, and gathered all the spears that stabbed him together, and blatantly forced, more than fifty spears were all taken into his arms.

Boom –

The spear turned into a furious arrow and flew out, with amazing power, shooting in all directions, and a scream suddenly came out.

The body stepped forward.

He picked up a spear in his hand, and then smashed it down with great speed, and a piercing whimper sound was heard in the air with terrifying force, like the wailing sound of hell.

Shield crack.

People die.

The spear picked a line and ran straight forward, and the violent power pressed forward, directly destroying the formation formed by the soldiers and scattering it.

The wails kept coming.

It was a one-sided massacre.

The brave and warlike warriors really didn't have much to do in the face of the comers.

The Biluo army rushed to kill again.

The spear pointed forward.

A great river of internal force swept out, and the Biluo army lost the momentum of the charge before it got close.

……

……

The cart full of grain and grass burned a raging fire, and the breeze blowing from the grassland made the fire more rapid, and the huge tongue of fire continued to roll up, like a vicious poisonous snake, constantly killing the handles of the driver.

The continuous heavy losses made the morale of the Biluo army and the soldiers extremely low.

However, no one gave up.

The commander of the warriors and the commander of the Biluo Army are all actively encouraging, preparing to launch the next round of rushing against Lairan.

Stand still.

Lance on the ground.

Blood continued to flow down the barrel of the gun, turning the green grass red, and then seeping into the soil.

The look of the visitor became more and more satisfied.

It all seemed to be under his control.

A smile slowly revealed.

Just as he was smiling very completely, his expression suddenly tightened, and his smile stopped abruptly, replaced by a cautious face.

He clearly felt a faint but real killing intent.

His eyes scanned in all directions.

Nothing.

Just as he doubted his intuition, the killing intent became even stronger.

A chill pierced the void.

A vague sword slashed down with an indomitable momentum, as heavy as a mountain, like Mount Tai crumbling, and the strong wind swept in the face, enveloping it in an instant.

In the blink of an eye.

Hands combined.

The sword that slashed down suddenly froze, and the endless sword qi surged, but it couldn't be stored in the slightest.

On closer inspection, they are a pair of hands that are shocking, the backs of the hands protruding high, and the skin on them is like tortoise shells, covered with thin cracks.

The body took a step forward.

Both palms are blatantly forced.

- Capture the sword.

In an instant, the sword qi skyrocketed, as if it was a storm crashing on the shore.

Both bodies retreated towards the rear at the same time.

"Who are you?"

The visitor frowned, stared at the person standing in front of him, and asked aloud.

At the same time—

was preparing to rush to kill Biluo Jun and the soldiers for the third time, and their expressions were shocked, and finally someone could stop them.

I suddenly had a hint of confidence in my heart.

The formation quickly dispersed.

The Biluo army and the soldiers began to build an encirclement strong enough to try to prevent the incoming people from escaping.

……

……

A head of sparse and withered yellow hair, a withered look, fine [red] feet, a coarse linen dress, and a sword twisted in his hand, which was a half-broken sword, but it was covered with the color of bronze light, giving people a feeling of age.

The withered look was neither happy nor angry.

Facing the questioning of the visitor, he slowly said in a loud voice: "Taiqian Zhou Wulong." ”

——This former Taiqian No. 1 general once again stepped onto the battlefield.

"Now it's time for you to tell me your name. ”

Zhou Wulong said expressionlessly.

"Immortal Sect Ling Xuanlang. ”

The person who came said softly.

Zhou Wulong nodded lightly and said, "No one has ever died under my sword. ”

Ling Xuanlang couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, his expression was full of contempt, looking at Zhou Wulong, his eyes looked up and down, as if he was looking at a monster, "The times are changing, do you still think that you are still the first general of Taiqian who has been from the battlefield and has amazing combat power? It's really ridiculous, you are just an old man in his last years, half of your body is buried in the loess, why do you want to lie in this troubled water?"

Zhou Wulong's expression was still very calm, but there was an endless chill in his eyes, and the half-broken sword in his hand slowly twisted in front of him, and he said slowly: "Do you know...... The sword was once covered with rust. ”

Ling Xuanlang's gaze froze, his gaze swept over the remnant sword, and said, "It looks sharp now." ”

Zhou Wulong finally showed a smile and said slowly: "That's because it's stained with enough blood." ”