The sky was dyed red with blood, looking at this piece of red earth, at this moment Li Hu roared angrily: "Kill, kill me!" ”

Suddenly, the soldiers were like bamboos, Yunlong couldn't help but panic, what is the situation, how can this one of his subordinates be like cabbage, and they were thrown to the ground like being cut by others, Yunlong suddenly looked at the white-clothed man next to him, and said: "Zhang Ziliao, the general situation is uncontrollable, and I hope you will come to your aid, kill that guy for me, and help Wang Meng avenge him." ”

Zhang Ziliao, the man in white, said, "Just leave it to me!" ”

Zhang Ziliao suddenly jumped off the horse, rushed directly to the front of the formation, holding the four-foot-four long sword tightly in his hand, his thumb shook lightly against the sword edge, the hilt of the sword suddenly popped out, making a crisp sound, Zhang Ziliao pulled out the sword with a smack in his left hand, the handle fell to the ground, and several soldiers in front rushed over, Zhang Ziliao didn't say a word, took the sword edge forward, and directly cut off the throat of the other party, several soldiers fell to the ground in an instant, blood flowed all over the ground, blood splashed on Zhang Ziliao's white clothes, and suddenly the white clothes were dyed red, It was as if a demon had descended, killing red eyes, Zhang Ziliao took a step, strode forward, holding a white mouth-swallowing sword tightly in his hand, and suddenly opened his mouth and roared: "Take your life." ”

In an instant, Zhang Ziliao leaped up, and when a sword in the air directly opened the head of a soldier, the soldiers suddenly exclaimed, the morale-boosting generals of Liancheng seemed to have a spirit of seeing death as home, and in an instant the five soldiers saw that their companions were punished by the other party for such cruel punishment, and the five soldiers immediately rushed directly with the weapons in their hands, surrounded Zhang Ziliao face to face, and shouted: "This should be your burial place." ”

Under the siege of five soldiers, two more people appeared behind Zhang Ziliao at this moment, one was the capital soldier who led the army, and the other was the infantry head of the left colonel of the army, and a total of seven people were attacking Zhang Ziliao before and after.

Zhang Ziliao looked at the blood-stained sky, the besieging human heads, a qiē for him, as if there was no rival in this world, Zhang Ziliao's eyes exploded, the green tendons on his head jumped violently, the muscles on the humerus of his arms exploded, the whole person was full of blood, Zhang Ziliao stepped up, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, the long sword turned slightly, a long sword tilted, the speed of rotation became faster and faster, Zhang Ziliao's body style was getting faster and faster, his steps were a few steps in the air, one fell back and turned over, and in an instant there was a long "bang" in his hand, and the long sword immediately exploded and broke, It was broken, and the sword was broken.

The long sword broke, and everyone looked at the long sword flying in the air and separating.

No, this is not broken, it is the sword of the mother and the child, Zhang Ziliao caught the two three-foot-three long swords that were divided into two with both hands, toes a little to the ground, rose into the air, and rushed angrily towards the five soldiers in front, the long swords in their hands flew together, and several soldiers in front of them were cut off their arms before they could react, and then Zhang Ziliao kicked out, and suddenly fell a few people, one spun, turned back to the same place, and killed two people behind him, seven people together, dead and crippled.

Holding two anti-heaven swords in his hands, Bai Yuhu carefully stared at the battlefield not far away, and couldn't help but move the corners of his mouth slightly, and said: "This is the legendary Seven Famous Swords, Zimu Sword, could it be that this person is Xiao Ziying's descendant, or his descendant." ”

The blood on Zhang Ziliao's hands was under the residue, dripping a few drops, wetting the already wet earth, at this moment some soldiers looked at the situation and rushed forward rashly, undoubtedly sending them to death.

Immediately, everyone looked at Zhang Ziliao with admiration, and it was said that Xiao Zhang Liao really didn't blow it, it seemed that he really had some ability.

The morale is finally strong, how can you let this kid be destroyed, the horse's hooves roared, and Li Hu roared angrily: "Shaft, let your grandfather come to meet you." ”

At that moment, the gate of Lianshan City suddenly opened, and a person rushed out riding a good BMW, showing a heroic spirit.

It was no one else who was riding on the horse, it was Fu Yuan who was in charge, Fu Yuan also used a sword, and it was also a good sword, but as for how good it was, no one knew, because few people saw him use a sword, and it was estimated that this time was also an exception in the exception, Fu Yuan rode a good BMW into the battlefield, looked at Zhang Ziliao not far away, and said, "Let me meet you." ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure galloping down from a horse, holding a sword tightly in his right hand, a move "Pingsha Feiyan", his toes were on the ground, and the posture of landing was very stable, it was obvious that this was a master of the house.

Fu Yuan stretched out his right hand, put the sword horizontally, and said to Zhang Ziliao: "Obediently send the head over." ”

Zhang Ziliao smiled coldly and said angrily: "There is no forgiveness for killing." ”

Zhang Ziliao rushed up, holding the twin swords of the son and mother in both hands, Fu Yuan pulled out his sword unhurriedly, at this moment Zhang Ziliao was facing Fu Yuan with a sword volley, straight to the left hand bone pin, this move is really ruthless, isn't it clear that you want to abolish the other party's arm with one move, for a swordsman, this hand is the root of holding the sword, if the hand is abolished, how can this sword be killed, what is it called.

Fu Yuan's eyes blinked, and he unhurriedly used his sword to resist, slashed it flatly, and faced the sword that Zhang Ziliao sold, just one move, and he turned the danger into a disaster.

The white jade fox standing at the city gate at this moment, the white jade fox couldn't help but be shocked, and said, "That's, that's ・・・・・・." ”

For a while, Bai Yuhu couldn't speak, Bai Yuhu panicked for a moment, then secretly calmed down, and thought in his heart: "Is this fate or destined, the best famous sword that has been famous for hundreds of years in history actually appeared on this battlefield at the same time, this Fu Yuan is actually holding the dragon soul sword in the hand of the seven famous swords, this is rumored to have seven famous swords in the world, all of which are the treasures of the seven major families, some families have declined, and I have heard that each family has a mission, and behind each mission there is an earth-shaking conspiracy, When the Tang Dynasty was just established, these seven families could be said to be in full swing, but now I don't know how many families have declined, maybe none of them have declined, but everyone's way of life is different, and everyone chooses a different life.

Zhang Ziliao saw that his sword was blocked alive by the other party, and what sword in the world could resist the sharpness of the sword of Zimu.

Fu Yuan held the sword of the dragon soul in his hand, and suddenly a breath of gas began to condense on the sword, the reason why it is called the dragon soul is that it is rumored that there was a woodcutter who went up the mountain to cut wood, and saw a giant python, who knew that the giant python was spiritualized, at this moment the frightened woodcutter picked up the stone on the ground, and smashed a huge stone on the snake's head, and beat a giant python that was turning into a dragon alive, and the blood was splashed on the stone, and the stone suddenly turned into a thing as solid as cold iron, I heard that the soul of the dragon snake was attached to the stone, so it was so strong, the woodcutter took the stone to the market to sell, was favored by a swordsmith, and then cast the dragon soul sword, and it is also rumored that the sword is supported by a breath called dragon qi, which will absorb the surrounding aura.

Zhang Ziliao looked at the Dragon Soul Sword in Fu Yuan's hand, and couldn't help but be shocked: "You, you are the descendant of Fu Ziwen, you are actually the descendant of the Fu family." ”

Fu Yuan didn't speak, just looked at Zhang Ziliao coldly.

Zhang Ziliao held the sword tightly in his hand, looking at Fu Yuan, the two were in a stalemate for a long time, but at this time, a horn broke the deadlock.

Suddenly, Yunlong sent people to blow the horn, and the horn meant retreat.

Zhang Ziliao saw that the army began to retreat, and at this moment he had to leave quickly, holding the sword tightly in his hand, he made a leap, and quickly evacuated the scene, and time passed in a hurry.

There is only one side left in the huge battlefield, and the generals in the city, the generals began to cheer at this moment, Fu Yuan recalled the previous sword, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, as if there was a big problem lingering in his mind.

Li Hu led the soldiers back into the city, and Fu Yuan also returned to the city.

At this moment, only corpses were left on the battlefield, and the ground was bright red.

The white jade fox got down the city ladder and began to comfort the soldiers, and at this moment the people also began to cheer for the victory and began to scramble to distribute food to the soldiers.

At this moment, Fu Yuan returned to his room full of concerns, closed the door, and sat alone.