As soon as Yan Hong blocked the combined attack of the six people, a little cold light suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Yunhu who seized the gap, the man and the gun were one, the gun was like a dragon, and the hole was pierced.

Yan Hong was not in a hurry, and pointed out with a sword leisurely.

In an instant, the tip of the sword and the tip of the spear were together.

Bite......

The sound was far away, a few sparks splashed out, and an invisible shock wave spread, setting off air waves and rolling up dust and dust.

For a moment, the two were at a stalemate with each other, as if frozen.

The next moment, the cloud tiger was rapidly approaching, and the power of the combination of man and gun completely exploded, although Yan Hong's figure was still standing like a mountain, not shaking, the sword body of the Asking Immortal Sword in his hand was slightly curved, and gradually twisted and turned.

Seeing this, he snorted coldly, his wrist shook slightly, and the curved sword body suddenly straightened.

Boom!

The air exploded, the spear was shaken away, and Yun Hu only felt an incomparable force surging like a mountain and a sea, exploding, and couldn't help but crack the tiger's mouth, leaning back, and almost overturning.

One of them, with the blood vessels on his neck prominent, retreated again and again, stepping down with many steps, smashing fragments of bricks and stones.

Yan Hong took half a step forward, and was about to hand out the long sword, taking advantage of the opportunity to chase the opportunity, but saw the afterimage flashing, and the fox, wolf fist, jackal, badger, python, and turtle jie turned around and rushed back, and once again divided into six sides to besiege it.

The cold light in his eyes moved slightly, and with a twist of his wrist, he changed his moves like a cloud, and the long sword circle slashed out.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

The arc flashed, the air was shattered, the earth was torn apart, the wind swept wildly, and the rubble flew away.

The furious and sharp sword qi burst into the sky, cutting sharply, like a circle of sword walls surrounding Yan Hong in the middle, and exploded outward.

The four people who had just rushed over saw a dense sword qi surging and sputtering, sneering through the air, hitting like a tide, their faces changed greatly, and the horizontal sword was blocked, but they were still blasted out one by one. Countless fragments of sword qi exploded, bypassing the sword shield and tearing through the skin, leaving slender scars on the body.

Among them, he jumped high in the air, and it was difficult to use the strength of the two assassins, Jackal Ze and Hedgehog Zhu, and he was almost scraped into pieces of flesh by the fierce sword qi, and his whole body was bleeding.

The Yunhu in the back just stopped the retreat and tried to attack again, seeing this, he also had to stop the war horse and stop moving.

A moment later. A qiē calmed down.

A circular crack appeared on the ground under Yan Hong's feet, which was nearly six feet in diameter and nearly four or five inches deep, and the surrounding floor was broken, and the hideous cracks were all over it, but there was no gravel and dust, and it looked clean and abnormal.

The leading eldest brother Long Feng didn't expect Yan Hong to be so strong, and he blocked all the attacks of the seven by himself, and the Fox Fox, Wolf Fist, Jackal Ze, Hedgehog, Python, Gui Jie and Yun Hu didn't dare to attack rashly for a while, and gathered together. Confront it.

Yun Hu and the other seven people were behind, and Long Feng and the other seven people, who did not make a move, stood quietly behind, but their eyes kept following Yan Hong, without a momentary change.

Several of them fiddled with crossbow arrows in their hands. The tips of the arrows flickering in the cold light were also aimed at Yan Hong, and if there was a chance, I believed that they would not be stingy to give him a shot.

A gust of sea breeze swept by, shaking the flames. The chop blew down the gore in the air.

"It's been ten years, and we're meeting again." Yunhu suddenly shouted forward and said.

Long Feng's eyes jumped, originally he wanted to take advantage of this moment to capture Duanmu Rong. has been taken hostage, but unfortunately he found that Yan Hong has no flaws around him.

On the other side, Yunhu was still staring at Yan Hong viciously.

His slightly reddened eyes stared at Yan Hong, as if he wanted to engrave his image deeply into his heart and never forget it.

His face was cold and hard, and his tone also had a feeling of gritting his teeth, it was obvious that although the literal meaning of the words seemed to be a reunion of old people after a long absence, he and Li Mengran would never have that kind of beautiful relationship.

'Ten years, do we know each other?' Yan Hong's face showed slight doubts. Now his task was to delay time for Zhang Liang and them to retreat, and since Yunhu wanted to speak, he didn't mind wasting some time chatting with him.

Yunhu was stunned for a moment, and then sneered angrily: "Ha, that's right, of course you won't know me, and you won't spend time remembering me, an insignificant nobody." But, I remember you! Always remember! ”

He stepped forward again, until he was outside the sword circle on the ground, condescendingly and carefully looked at Yan Hong's eyebrows, eyes and face, and a familiar but younger face, full of murderous aura, gradually appeared in his mind, and his thoughts flew away, instantly returning to seven years ago, when Qin Yan was fighting.

It was a cold winter night, on a snow-covered hillside, the wind was howling and the snow was flying.

At that time, he was just an immature new pawn of the Qin State, and that time, their team of assassins went out to reconnoitre, but unfortunately encountered a cruel and cold-blooded monster who was famous on the battlefield of Yan and Qin.

In just an instant, all the horses were cut off and fell to the ground wailing.

It's just a blink of an eye, the leader who likes to talk about jokes but loves his subordinates very much was beheaded, and Ah Kong, who has a serious personality and often teaches himself the experience and skills of killing enemies, Xiaomo, who is timid and trotting fast, Xiaoyu, who is good at riding and shooting, the oldest and most gentle Lao Liang, who has no mouth and often shows off his beautiful wife in his hometown...... All of them lost their heads, and fell under the man's sword.

He will never forget that scene.

In the wind and snow whimpering, a body that was still talking and laughing with itself a moment ago turned into a headless corpse. The familiar heads were hideous, their hair scattered and covered with snow particles, and their eyes rolled down the slopes of the snow in a daze. Streams of hot blood gushed from the broken neck, dyeing the pure white snow into patches of bewitching red, and wisps of hot air steamed up, and were immediately dispersed mercilessly by the tyrannical cold wind.

In the dead silence of the killing field, a young man with cold eyes and a cold face put away his long sword and walked slowly, his body was spotless, not dripping blood, and there was a strange tranquility around him, it seemed that even the wind and snow were afraid of him, and he was shocked by the fierce flame and murderous aura, and he did not dare to fall.

The wind, the snow, the dead corpses, the blood, and the cold-faced boy like Shura, together form a pale and tragic and terrifying picture, which always unfolds in his mind when he dreams back at midnight, and becomes a nightmare that he has lingered for many years.

Because, he was the only one who survived that nightmarish battle.

But shameful, hateful, shameful, resentful, and angry is not because of how strong, how tenacious, how wise, to defeat the enemy, or to calmly maneuver and retreat. It's just because he is the youngest and is protected by everyone, intentionally or unintentionally, just because he is cowardly and timid, when facing that person, his whole body trembles, his body stiffens, and he doesn't even dare to move a step, and he doesn't even dare to say a word of scolding.

For some reason, perhaps the killing was over, or perhaps he was too humble and insignificant, the man left after slaying everyone but him, and never looked at him once.

The moment the man walked by, his head went blank, almost **.

After the man left, he didn't care to judge the faint sentence in the wind, "If you don't resist, you won't die, if you don't die, you won't die, why don't you understand?" "Is it true or not, as soon as the body weakened, all the strength was instantly drained, as if he had been hit by an arrow in the knee, and he fell to his knees in the cold snow at once. The cold wind blew for a long time, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and he didn't even bother to help the others collect the bodies, so he ran back to the camp screaming like crazy.

Rightfully so, he was heavily punished, ridiculed, despised and ostracized.

Since then, he has sworn fiercely in his heart that he will never be afraid or retreat again, whether he is facing a person or thousands of troops. Fear or die!

In this way, he is now like a war ghost. (To be continued......)