295 The three sons went into battle together, and the situation turned around in an instant

His life is his own!

It was only at this moment that his heart was freed, and he did not have to choose between two countries, nor did he have to struggle for loyalty in countless dark nights......

On a cold winter night, who gave him warmth with a faint candlelight, that love is worth remembering for his whole life-

Pang Tie died, and Han Zhen also died.

Xiong Beitian gradually became red-eyed, one by one, and the dead soldiers of the Feng family died one after another under his palm. Some of them died forever underground before they could emerge from the ground, and this kind of fierce fighting style shocked everyone.

In the violent roar, there was his unspeakable grief and indignation. Pang Tie's blood is not cold yet, and this war has taken away too many people-

An endless stream of dead soldiers from the Feng family emerged from the ground and surrounded Zhan Yang. Some people rush to attack, and some people play with a desperate style, just to be able to break him and Feng Yan. Under the repeated attacks and dense raindrops, a thin layer of sweat slowly appeared on Zhan Yang's forehead, and the movements in his hands gradually slowed down.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation among the soldiers, and several lightning-fast figures moved to the field, and the momentum like the arrival of a god turned the situation in the field in an instant.

"Smell good!" Xiong Beitian, who was struggling to fight, turned around and shouted excitedly to Chu Qianxiang, who was holding the jade flute and was killed as soon as he appeared.

"General-" Chu Qianxiang quickly cleared several obstacles next to him and walked around to Xiong Beitian's body.

"How's it going?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't bring back reinforcements, the situation is urgent, I can only ask a few friends to help you." As he spoke, he opened a sharp knife path from a dead man.

Xiong Beitian looked at the friends in Chu Qianxiang's mouth, only glanced at them, and was stunned.

is fighting with the three dead soldiers of the Feng family is a young man, dressed in white, with a face like a crown of jade, and he is dashing. The waterfall-like green silk was loosely bound by only a white hairband, and the long hair fluttered in the gale. The white clothes that were as white as snow were brighter than the bright moon on the horizon.

He held a white practice in his hand, which was woven with heavenly silk and was invulnerable. As his right hand danced, Bai Lian brushed over, and the sharp knives fell to the ground one after another.

Many people, before they had time to see the appearance of the person in front of them, were tightly wrapped by Bai Lian and thrown into the distance.

This person is the world-famous, the peerless son of the sword who is as famous as the son of the remnant sword of the Taidian Wanxue Peak, and the son of the jade flute, Zhang Cassia Ming-Miao Ding Yang Luo!

According to legend, this peerless boy is a romantic man, with a group of servants, flowers pave the way everywhere he goes, and beautiful women carry sedan chairs. Now living in the Absolute Dust, unless something major happens to the martial arts, he rarely walks out of the Absolute Dust Palace all year round.

This time, he abandoned the flowers, lacked beautiful women, and stepped out of the Absolute Dust Palace, which must be the relationship of Wan Xuefeng. The three of them are friends, and how can they ignore their friends' requests for help?

The other, a jade flute, swept across a large area, and the man who did not dare to get close to him in a few feet around must be Zhang Cassia Ming, the jade flute son who used martial arts.

He has a handsome face, elegant appearance, and facial features like a knife and an axe, and is incredibly handsome. It's just that this handsome face is dyed with a sickly paleness.

After making a move, he stood in place, and sometimes couldn't help coughing twice. But if you think he's an easy master to deal with, a sick man who can hang up at any moment, then you're wrong.

A few dead soldiers sneered, laughing that all the men of Bian Guo were dead, and it was a joke to send such a sick man who could die at any time to fight. But before their laughter fell, they froze at the corners of their mouths, and they never laughed again.

Xiong Beitian looked at the two people in the field in astonishment, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Chu Qianxiang. Chu Qianxiang, that is, Wan Xuefeng, the son of the remnant sword, just looked at his two friends and smiled. There was pride and pride in this smile.

To be on the same level as them, and to have these two good friends who take care of each other and stick a knife in the ribs for their friends, is the proudest thing in his life!

Seeing that hundreds of dead soldiers died at the hands of Bian Guo, and there were frequent fierce generals here, Feng Yao couldn't sit still. With a wave of his hand, the soldier sacrificed the black sè eagle flag, which symbolized the family crest of the Feng family, and shook it twice in the wind. Then the flag was planted in front of the chariot, and with another wave of his hand, the trumpeter blew the horn of attack.

Seeing the eagle flag swinging, the rest of the Feng family's dead soldiers approached Feng Yan's place, Feng Yan's face rose like purple, and he was rushing to the critical moment.

More than 20 dead soldiers entangled Zhan Yang, Zhang Cianming, and Yang Luo respectively, and the two dead soldiers dragged Feng Yan back to their camp quickly.

Xiong Beitian saw that Feng Yan was rescued, a few ups and downs, luck was true, kicked a silver gun on the field, and stabbed Feng Yan's body-

Feng Yan felt the gale howling on his back, but his xué path had not yet broken away, and the two people next to him only took him to escape back to their camp, and they had not yet discovered the danger coming from behind.

"Be careful! - Before the word "heart could be spoken, a ferocious pain struck, and a mouthful of blood spat out of Feng Yan's mouth. The blood was like an infusion, and the blood that rushed to the sky reflected Feng Yao's eyes red!

This veteran, who has been tough all his life, sat on the chariot and shook his body a few times, almost falling off the chariot. His two sons, one dead and one seriously injured, don't know if they can be saved. No matter who that person is, no matter how iron-blooded his heart is, no one can bear it when he sees this scene with his own eyes.

Zhang Cassia Ming, the son of the jade flute, and Yang Luo, the son of the Absolute Dust, gave a look, and the two of them used the supreme light skill method to evade the enemy's attack at a staggering speed, one left and one right, and shot towards the enemy's camp.

Feng Yao was worried about his beloved son, and before he had time to return to defense, he asked the archers to prepare, and in an instant, Zhang Cianming and Yang Luo had already arrived in front of the Cangdi array.

The two of them walked one on the left and one on the right, crossing forward, and they cooperated seamlessly. Among the tens of thousands of troops, it is as free as walking through the empty snow-capped mountains, and even if you have thousands of people to stop you, you can't resist them at all!

The next moment, Zhang Cianming stepped on the chariot with one foot, hooked horizontally with his left hand, knocked down the eagle flag that symbolized the family emblem in front of the chariot, and kicked again with his right foot, and he had already landed firmly on the chariot.

This series of actions was simply hearty, and the moment the Feng family's eagle flag fell, they heard the excited cheers of the soldiers in the Bian camp.

Zhang Cianming wants to take Feng Yao in one fell swoop, as long as he takes down the backbone of the Feng family, Feng Yao, the general of Cangdi, then the Feng family's army will naturally be self-defeating.

Feng Yao was worried, but at this moment, he had to gather his mind and concentrate on facing the enemy.

Feng Yao has been on the battlefield for decades and has experienced more than 100 battles, in addition to the ability to lead troops to fight, kung fu is naturally not a problem. What's more, he is the helmsman of the Feng family, and he is more proficient in the family heirloom secret skills of the Feng family than anyone else. He dared to say that as long as he wanted to, he could pick out a dozen kinds of kung fu at random, and these little dolls had never seen it.

Feng Yan is his son, and his martial arts are quite his true inheritance. It's just that Feng Yan fell into the hands of Li Banxia at the beginning, and he was controlled by gold and silver, and from a certain point, he had already lost.

Even such a ruthless horn sè, in this war, made a small horn sè who was repeatedly cannon fodder. This has to be said to be the biggest shame in Feng Yan's life. And this shame, he has always been haunted by -

And the scar on his mouth, the day he lives will remind him of the shame he has suffered today. A general, this kind of shame is even more unbearable for him than killing him.

Feng Yao's fierce kung fu is really powerful. With a palm on him, the whole cavity was roaring and stirring. The Jade Flute Boy didn't even make a special move, but he couldn't take him down, he hadn't met such a powerful opponent for many years.

Feng Yao didn't expect that this sick young man would be so good at his work. Cangdi's top master, under his men, will never be able to make fifty moves, and the two of them have already made more than one hundred and fifty moves in a short period of time, not only did he fail to let him die under his own hands as he wished, but he didn't even have the upper hand at all.

This mysterious young man, his martial arts attainments surprised even him, an old-timer.

Feng Yao quickly thought about the countermeasures, only Zhang Cianming was alone, he couldn't fight for a long time, if there was another son with Bai Lian in his hand, his situation today would be really dangerous.

In the time when they were dismantling, the two armies had officially handed over. Yang Luo was entangled by the Feng family army, and the invulnerable Bai Lian shook out a flying arc in the air, not letting anyone get close, nor letting anyone attack Zhang Cassia Ming.

Wan Xuefeng quickly got rid of the surrounding Feng family army and came to support. One up and one down, one after the other, Wan Xuefeng and Zhang Cianming have a good tacit understanding, as well as a superb martial arts body, which makes Feng Yao difficult to parry, and he is dizzying. In addition, he is old after all, and his physical strength is not as good as that of young people, and he rolled with the flute of the jade flute, and he got rid of Wan Xuefeng's big hand stretched out to him.

He would rather be a flute from the Jade Flute Gongzi than be captured alive by Wan Xuefeng!

He would rather die than endure such a disgrace.

It's just that the roll just now is tantamount to killing him. is really old, people can't accept old age, and this kind of falling up and down action can no longer be done. He also planned to hand over everything in the Feng family to Feng Yan to take care of, so that he could enjoy his old age in peace and really take a break, but he didn't know that Yan'er was ......

Maybe it was because the victory and defeat had been divided, maybe it was because he saw with his own eyes that the blood of his son and soldiers had soaked this northern cold land, or maybe it was because he hadn't suffered such a fiasco for a long time, Feng Yao couldn't help but feel a little heroic at the end of the road.

Looking back at the time he came, he thought for the first time that he had spent so much effort and cost to plan this "holy war" for a lifetime, sealing their families, and Cangdi, what did he bring? ――

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