The Shenlong Empire, a total of two generalissimos, ten generals. The Fang family and the Song family each account for half. And Fang Mingyi is among the ten people, if it is just for power, he can do this step, he can already be regarded as below a few people, above ten thousand. However, the so-called lack of people's hearts swallows elephants. For a while, he was blinded by interests, which made him wrong until now.

Drops of blood slowly flowed down the flesh and blood full of sword marks, fell to the ground, condensed in the yellow sand, and gathered into small blood balls one by one. Fang Mingyi looked at Fang Haoting cautiously, although Fang Haoting and himself were enemies, he was still the head of his family, and he was still the marshal who had educated him since he was a child.

Gradually, Fang Mingyi's heart seemed to become much softer.

However, this was only a short-term process, because Fang Mingyi's heart once again remembered the scene of the death penalty and the inescapable of living crimes. As one of the top ten generals, he naturally saw those who were tortured to death. But Fang Haoting's eyes contained a trace of imperceptible discomfort, and there was a faint pain in his heart. It no longer woke him up, but it only increased the demons in Fang Mingyi's heart, at that moment, it seemed that the longing and pain in Fang Haoting's eyes were sarcasm and disdain for him.

Thinking of this, Fang Mingyi seemed to have forgotten the pain coming from his back, his right hand held the long sword tightly, and his eyes quietly turned silver red. The sword qi was like a flood, pointing directly at Fang Haoting.

On the other side, when he watched Yang Yan fly up, Xiao Yinqi's eyes were completely filled with surprise and fear. His body trembled and slowly retreated, but unfortunately, in the face of Yang Yan at the level of the Sword King, his retreat was almost in vain. In the blink of an eye, the cold air on the Rouyun Sword had already lowered the temperature of the air around Xiao Yinqi to below zero. Grains of ice crystals fell to the ground like hailstones.

Yang Yan's attack was very simple, the moment his body jumped up, the sword qi was fused with as much as half of the ice qi, and with just one move, he swept through the thousands of armies, and directly closed Xiao Yinqi's front. Immediately followed by a relaxed aerial turnover, falling straight behind Xiao Yinqi, Xiao Yinqi's heart had already failed, and his reaction was much slower at this time.

Turning around in a hurry, before he even had time to swing his sword, the Rouyun Sword slashed sideways with the sound of whirring wind. Xiao Yinqi's pupils contracted suddenly, and the sword body, which was originally just a ray of light, suddenly expanded. Straight to the chest.

The yellow sword qi was mixed with half of the white light, and before the sword arrived, the biting cold air had already made Xiao Yinqi's face ache. The yellow sword qi made him feel hot like fire. The heat and cold almost made him close his eyes. The long sword in his hand instinctively swung forward.

It's a pity that Yang Yan at this time is not Yang Yan at that time. Originally, Yang Yan of the third-level Sword Saint was already able to defeat him easily, not to mention Yang Yan who broke through to the Sword King. Xiao Yinqi's sword, almost before it was swung, the sword was swung more than ten centimeters from his chest. Ling Ran's sword qi had already made his right hand numb, and then, the sudden pain in his chest finally made him wake up from his fright.

It's too late after all.

When Yang Yan made a move, he didn't plan to give Xiao Yinqi any chance. The sword qi of the Rouyun Sword slammed into the latter's sword, and the latter's tiger mouth suddenly cracked, blood flowed, and the long sword fell in response. The body is like a straw, flying backwards. But the sword qi behind Xiao Yinqi hadn't disappeared yet, and the moment his body made contact, all the pain was almost all turned from his back at the same time.

Crimson blood flowed down, and almost all the clothes on his body turned into shreds, splattering in all directions. Xiao Yinqi's body fell heavily to the ground and smashed on a lifeless soldier, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of their mouths at the same time. Xiao Yinqi struggled to get up, and the feeling of dying had made him almost crazy. It's a pity that he has no chance. There's no chance to go crazy.

Because Yang Yan's body had already jumped up again, this time the sword aura had become a little red, and the strong aura of the Alien Fire Soul Lotus instantly caused the surrounding air to let out a low groan. Almost all of the soldiers slowed down and became a little sluggish. It took a few seconds before he recovered. Of course, the main target of Hongguang is Xiao Yinqi. In Yang Yan's eyes, Xiao Yinqi is already like a dead man!

The fierce sword qi roared in, the last moment, there were still ten steps away, and the next moment, it was only an arm's length away. However, just as the Rouyun Sword was about to insert into Xiao Yinqi's body, an aura that was not weaker than Yang Yan suddenly appeared. With a ding, he swept away the Rouyun Sword that was close at hand.

The sudden sword qi made Yang Yan's arm numb instantly, and his body flew out upside down, until he retreated ten meters away before he could stabilize his body. The person who came was Zheng Xuanming, who repelled him with the help of a slightly higher swordsmanship than Fang Yang Xuan, and suddenly found that Xiao Yinqi was in crisis, so he had to quickly retreat and repel Yang Yan.

Seeing that Yang Yan was fine, Fang Yangxuan put down his heart, his body burst up, and continued to hit Zheng Xuanming. Zheng Xuanming snorted coldly, and swept away Fang Yangxuan who flew up with a sword. Pushed Xiao Yinqi back and shouted. "Let's go!"

At this time, Xiao Yinqi was only about fifty meters away from the intersection. In the face of the attack that Yang Yan was preparing again, he could no longer hesitate. Enduring the pain all over his body, Xiao Yinqi quickly passed through the soldiers one by one and ran towards the intersection. Among the sword kings sent by the Fang family, only Fang Shaoqing did not participate in the battle, he just stood quietly by the river, as if someone was robbing Er Zhu Minghao. Although he didn't know whether Er Zhu Minghao was friend or foe, he had to protect himself from the kindness he had when he talked to Yang Yan from the beginning.

As the saying goes, you can't have both fish and bear's paws. Fang Shaoqing naturally didn't dare to leave at will and pursued Xiao Yinqi. Yang Yan wanted to chase after him, but he was always dragged by Zheng Xuanming, and seeing that Xiao Yinqi was getting closer and closer to the intersection, he was even more anxious. Fang Yangxuan and Yang Yan attacked Zheng Xuanming fiercely, but unfortunately the others were second-level sword kings. For a while, how can it be so easy to deal with.

Could it be that Xiao Yinqi was allowed to escape like this?

The fear in Xiao Yinqi's heart had made him dare not stop in the slightest, although his feet were uneven and his body was constantly jolting. But he still relied on the strength of his Sword Saint-level body to keep running towards the intersection. Along the way, blood fell to the ground dripping, dotting small blood flowers.

Finally, Xiao Yinqi ran to the intersection when everyone was anxious. He even wanted to look back at the situation inside, but as soon as he thought of Yang Yan in the middle of the day, he felt a chill, his feet kept rising, and he hurriedly ran out.

"Hmph, where to escape!" Just when Yang Yan and the others thought that Xiao Yinqi was about to flee like this, several energy ripples suddenly appeared in the sky, and a sound of unsurpassed majesty instantly pressed down on the entire valley with a low voice. Immediately after, several figures quickly appeared in everyone's sight.

Xiao Yinqi's heart suddenly tightened, and the unprecedented sense of crisis made his body stumble and almost fall to the ground. A scorching air flow instantly spread straight through the entire body, only to feel a tightness behind the back, and the burning sensation suddenly spread throughout the entire body.

Feeling like a furnace, Xiao Yinqi never thought that he had escaped, but he was suddenly attacked, he didn't even have time to react, a sword qi instantly drilled into his body, from back to front, a shocking bloody mouth suddenly appeared, and the blood flowed!

As Xiao Yinqi's unwilling eyes slowly closed, his body fell heavily to the ground. Only then did the crowd see the face of the man who made the move. At the critical moment, Yang Chengqiu rushed from the Liuyun Sword Sect, and behind him, there were several sword kings.

Liu Yun, Wang Chong, Uncle Cheng, and a few people Yang Yan didn't know. However, judging from the momentum emanating from them, it must not be lower than Fang Yangxuan.

Seeing Xiao Yinqi falling, the sense of loss in Yang Yan's heart dissipated. The Rouyun Sword kept flipping, and one after another sword qi kept flying. Yellow, white, reddish. The surrounding air was constantly changing in temperature and color, and under the joint attack of him and Fang Yangxuan, Zheng Xuanming became more and more disadvantaged.

The arrival of Yang Chengqiu and the others undoubtedly doubled the morale of the Fang family's soldiers, and Xiao Yinqi's side, seeing that he was dead, many soldiers even had the urge to surrender, but unfortunately, as their companions became fewer and fewer, even Luo Ke and the others felt that today was the end of the world.

Although Yang Chengqiu's shot was only for a moment, the pressure on everyone was already shocked from the bottom of their hearts. Yang Chengqiu, Liu Yun and the others all stood quietly above the void. Calmly gazing at the battlefield below.

The valley below was already blood-red, and there were stumps and blood everywhere. Some even have two big eyes open after death, which looks very weird.

Fang Mingyi's whole body was also incomplete, and the blood was not stopping. Seeing Fang Haoting holding the ancient long sword and slowly walking towards him, his pupils slowly contracted. "Ah......h

Seeing Fang Mingyi's miserable situation, Fang Haoting sighed helplessly, his body was rioting, and the long sword instantly sank into Fang Mingyi's heart. When Fang Haoting returned to his original position again, the movement in Fang Mingyi's hand stopped. His eyes slowly became glazed.

With a ding, the sword fell to the ground with a soft groan. Fang Mingyi's eyes suddenly became moist, looking at Fang Haoting's wrinkled face that was barely calming, Fang Mingyi suddenly cried. You know, as a general, he hasn't shed a tear for many years.

He regretted it, alas, it was too late. A moment of confusion creates lifelong regret, and finally at this moment, it is completely liberated.