Andrew stood up and looked up at the young man with a slight smile, his eyes full of gratitude. "What do you call a friend?"

The young man looked down at him, his puzzled face calming down. "Liu Jingchen, the dwarf king Andrew, right? However, you were born much earlier than I did. Liu Jingchen shook his head and sighed softly. "Everything has changed, and a battle like this would not have happened today, but now these cavalry are fighting fiercely. ”

Andrew looked into the distance, and under the shade of a lone crooked neck, a figure of black mist loomed. "Is that with you? Sorcer!"

Liu Jingchen didn't look at him, he raised his slender arm, and his slender thin fingers roamed the hem of the big sleeve. A golden ball of light rose in his palm, and he gently held the ball of light, as if holding a round of bright sun, gorgeous and dazzling. The ball of light rose into the air in an instant, and with a "bang" it burst open, and a golden beam of light quickly spread and spread, forming an arc that enveloped everyone. Sharp golden lightning swam around the arc, drawing awe-inspiring curves in the air. Powerful air currents tumbled and spread across the battlefield, wave after wave.

The cavalry was swept away by the air waves, and suddenly the sand flew away, the smoke and dust were everywhere, and their eyes could not be opened. The sound of the howl of the wind filled his ears, and for a while, the war horses neighed, and the intertwined people stopped fighting, and their bodies seemed to be suppressed and unable to move.

With his memory, Feng Chenyang struggled to push the roaring dragon spear in his hand out. A tiger and leopard rider wails and rolls off his horse. Liu Jingchen fixed his gaze on Feng Chenyang's body, the only young man who could break his forbidden spell, wandering unscrupulously in the magic circle he had laid out.

Liu Jingchen stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, and the dragon chanting spear seemed to be suppressed, letting out a terrible roar. The wind and dust leaned forward, the toes tapped the stirrups, and the people had jumped up, like goshawks fluttering their wings. After landing on the ground, he rolled over, and the figure rose again, showing strength in every tendon on his body. The dragon chanting spear had been clenched, and a few vertical leaps were rapidly advancing towards Liu Jingchen.

Liu Jingchen's shocked expression spread all over his face, and Feng Chenyang could feel his presence even if he closed his eyes. At a distance of three zhang, Feng Chenyang's vigorous figure rose from the ground again, the dragon roared, and the strong explosion of wrist strength showed the weight of Feng Chenyang's body perfectly. The dragon's spear roared forward, and the chilling murderous aura was breathtaking.

Andrew exclaimed: "Wind and dust, your own people, stop!"

Hearing this, Feng Chenyang hurriedly turned sideways to collect the gun, but his body slammed into the air.

Liu Jingchen stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and his dusty body was suddenly lifted up by an invisible force, changed direction, and fell rapidly to the side.

The wind and dust rolled out of the distance before he fixed his figure, and he spat out a mouthful of dirt and got up.

Liu Jingchen picked up the paper fan with one hand and swiped it in the air. The air seemed to stand still, and the tumbling air flow suddenly fell silent. The cavalrymen slowly opened their eyes, looked at everything in front of them suspiciously, and looked at each other. Looking at his comrades and enemies around him, he forgot to attack.

Liu Jingchen gently shook the paper fan and fixed his body in mid-air. "Let's all go back! This battle shouldn't have happened. He turned his head to look at the condensed black smoke, and his sharp gaze was like a bolt of lightning.

The black smoke was blocked by the sharp light waves several times, and it looked extremely lonely when it stopped in the shade of the tree.

Liu Jingchen walked slowly, and his figure just flickered, and he stood in front of the black smoke. "What are you controlling all this for?"

The black smoke slowly transformed into a human form, and a young face appeared in the smoke. "Anything can be calculated, isn't this world boring!"

"Why don't you dare to appear in the real world, do you magicians like to hide behind?" Liu Jingchen stared at his eyes tightly.

The young man, shrouded in black smoke, smiled strangely. "Aren't we the same? Even people as white as snow don't hide and dare not see people. ”

Liu Jingchen stretched out his hand to hold up a blazing ball of light and looked at him coldly. "One day, I will find your true identity. ”

The young face looked at the ball of light in his palm without a trace of fear. "There will be a day, maybe we'll come to you. ”

"Are you a lot of sorcerers like you?"

"You won't believe it. As the young man finished speaking, the figure shrouded in the black mist flashed suddenly. The black smoke instantly condensed into a wisp of black line, winding Liu Jingchen together.

Liu Jingchen stood still, as if unconsciously, the ball of light in his palm suddenly burst, and a sharp beam of light shot up, hitting the black line, and the black line twisted and dissipated into the air.

A sinister laugh rang out in the air. "Bai Ruxue's proud disciple is nothing more than that, we will see you again!"

Liu Jingchen turned to everyone and said, "Let's go back to the camp! A battle that shouldn't have happened has happened, so let's end it this way!"

"If you hurt my friend, how can you let them leave like this!" Feng Chenyang's eyes were cold, like two burning flames. After hearing this, the dragoons quickly raised their guns.

Wu Yue shouted angrily: "Don't think we're afraid of you, just come!" He pointed his spear at Feng Chenyang, with an angry look on his face. The tiger and leopard rider suddenly assumed a defensive posture.

The air seemed to become silent, and the cavalry in the confrontation stared silently at each other, their cold gazes intertwined fiercely.

Liu Jingchen stretched out his hand and summoned, and the dragon chanting spear seemed to be dragged by some force, breaking free from his dusty hands. Liu Jingchen held Long Yin in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully. "Just inspired a rune, is it so domineering?" he seemed to say to himself, and it seemed to say to Feng Chenyang.

Andrew looked at the dust. "They didn't hurt me, they couldn't hurt me, and there will be time to talk about it later. "He didn't want to make things out of control.

"Wind and dust!" Youruo, who had been quiet, finally shouted.

Feng Chenyang heard the voice, trembled suddenly, and looked at the girl beside Andrew in a daze. "Youruo!" he shouted the name of the heartache in his heart with a slight tremble.

The most beautiful side is deeply imprinted in my heart. The blazing meeting, the perfect moment, the four eyes intertwined, calling softly, they finally looked at each other again in the red dust.

The blazing sun and the fine dust that drifted away all gave you a reason to shed tears. Feng Chenyang slowly walked towards Youruo, he took Youruo's hand, ran to an ownerless war horse, stepped on the war horse, pulled Youruo up, and galloped wildly.

The horses galloped wildly across the plains, their shiny fur roaming like waves, and every muscle showed its strength.

The two of them galloped between the world and the world, as if everything between the world was no longer worthy of their attention. Youruo hugged Fengchen tightly, leaned her head on his broad back, closed her eyes, and felt the man's fiery heartbeat with her heart.