"Bang!"

The Purple Sun Split Empty Spear in Ying Zhan's hand slashed through Chu Feifan's chest, and the armor hit the wooden pillar on the corner of the street, and the wooden pillar exploded under the violent collision, and sawdust flew up in the sky.

Chu Feifan drove forward sideways, his figure suddenly rose, and the purple gold long sword in his hand swept out, breaking through the air and slashing down at the figure of Ying Zhan.

"Bang!"

Ying Zhan withdrew the spear in his hand and collided with the long sword from Chu Feifan's attack, and the huge force of bombardment collided, and the figures of the two staggered, staring at each other fiercely.

"Ying Zhan, you are already at the end of the strong crossbow, although you are brave and champion the three armies, but you are not my opponent, you still dismount and bind, and the widow spares your life!"

"Don't you think! It is not yet known who killed the deer? ”

"Suffer death!"

The Purple Sun Splitting Spear in Ying Zhan's hand turned into a black essence, piercing through the barrier of the air and stabbing at Chu Feifan's figure, the spear was extremely sharp and exuded an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing this, Chu Feifan's eyes flashed like a knife, the long sword in his hand flew out of the air, and the Nine Absolute Sword Techniques were released, and the sword light was elegant, dense and impermeable over his body.

The two met each other in short arms, riding horses and fighting for dozens of rounds, and Ying Zhan was worthy of being the veteran of the Fengyun Legion, and the kung fu and the purple sun splitting air gun in his hand cooperated seamlessly. After dozens of rounds, Chu Feifan did not get the slightest benefit, but because of the blade, Ying Zhan has always had the upper hand to suppress Chu Feifan.

"The new emperor of Zichu?"

"You are indeed a rare opponent, and I can fight against you in my lifetime, and it is really glorious to be defeated! In Fengyang City tonight, there must be a break between you and me, I really don't know who God will favor! ”

Ying Zhan looked directly at Chu Feifan with a cold expression, and a strong battle intent surged out of Zhou's body, and the Purple Sun Split Empty Spear in his hand was raised again and pointed directly at Chu Feifan in front of him.

"British War, my army has broken the city, Fengyang is already under the control of the few, how can you alone resist my tens of thousands of troops?"

"The widow persuaded you to surrender, maybe the widow will be kind enough to let you leave you with a whole corpse!"

Chu Feifan's sharp eyes stared at Ying Zhan, a look of awe rose in his eyes, and the vast battle intent on his figure was swirling, he clenched the long sword in his hand with one hand, and said in an indifferent voice.

"Hahaha.........."

"Although the city is broken, as long as the blood on my body has not been drained, you will not want me to surrender! The city is in the people, and my life swears to coexist in the wind and the sun! ”

Ying Zhan regarded death as home, laughed loudly, rode his horse and galloped, the spear in his hand burst into the air, and dozens of spear shadows were stabbed out in a row, like a raging storm, falling down towards Chu Feifan's figure.

"It's good to come!"

"Nine Peerless Sword Skills!"

Chu Feifan's figure suddenly rose, stepped on the horse's back, his arms were wide spread, and he poured ten thousand catties of huge power into his arms, his eyes were like swords looking at Ying Zhan, and the long sword in his hand was waved in a thousand ways.

Suddenly.

Ninety-nine eighty-one sword light flew out from the long sword, and collided with the spear released by the British Zhan, Chu Feifan's figure swept into the air, and the figure appeared on the ground, the long sword was held on the back, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the British Zhan on horseback.

Chu Feifan knew that if he wanted to defeat the British battle, he had to dismount and fight on the flat ground, so that the long sword in his hand could play a huge role.

"Bang!"

The figure of Ying Zhan swept down from the horse without hesitation, and the figure fell from the void, the purple sun cracking empty spear in his hand penetrated the bluestone slab on the ground, and the figure rushed towards Chu Feifan frantically.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

A thunderous explosion sounded, and the ground dozens of meters long rolled up, and the dust and rubble paved in the sky came in, devouring Chu Feifan's figure.

"A strong man at the peak of a martial artist should really not be underestimated, and he can unleash such a terrifying gun intent!"

Chu Feifan's expression was awe-inspiring, his figure kept retreating, and the long sword in his hand swung out wildly, and the extremely sharp sword light knocked down all the flying sand and stones that were devoured to the ground.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The figures of Chu Feifan and Ying Zhan rushed up at the same time, and Zhou's body was surrounded by terrifying battle intent, the two hurricanes collided together, and the battle armor on the two of them made a grinding sound.

"Ziyang Thirteen Style!"

"Nine Absolute Sword Techniques!"

Ying Zhan unleashed his self-created Ziyang Thirteen-style marksmanship, only to see the spear in his hand flying up and down, unpredictable, infinitely deified, sometimes as light and tricky as a white snake spitting letters, and sometimes as fierce and vast as a dragon out of the water.

Chu Feifan's expression was extremely solemn, he knew that Ying Zhan was the most powerful opponent he had encountered when he came to the War Continent, and if he fought against such a strong man, if he was not careful, he would fall under his spear.

Looking at the oncoming guns, his figure changed rapidly, the long sword in his hand waved, and one after another dazzling swords rose up in the air, like a soaring silver dragon and the fierce guns collided together.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! Clang! ”

The figures of the two continued to sweep towards the alley at the same time, and the deafening sound of the blade crashing came, and the dust in the sky flew up and shrouded the air around the two.

"General Xing and the emperor are in front, I'll go first, and you will follow with the army!"

Luo Shixin still had an anxious look on his blood-dripping cheeks, and his figure was as fast as the wind, carrying an iron spear and rushing towards the direction of the wind and the black horse.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two earth-shattering loud noises came, Luo Shixin looked over intently, and a strong worry rose in his eyes, only to see Chu Feifan's figure sticking to the ground, his legs bent and bowed, and the long sword in his hand constantly blocked the oncoming spear blade.

Ying Zhan was dressed in black armor, his figure was in the air, and the extremely sharp spear in his hand was even more fatal, not giving Chu Feifan a chance to breathe, and the constantly sweeping figure played the Ziyang Thirteen Style to the fullest.

"Your Majesty, the world letter is here, help you!"

"Shixin is not moving, the widow can deal with it, his life is mine, no one should try to hurt him!"

Chu Feifan's domineering and awe-inspiring voice sounded, the killing intent in his deep eyes lasted forever, his figure spun in the air, the long sword in his hand was as fast as a ghost, and the sword moved with the shadow, and it swept towards Ying Zhan's neck in an instant.

The British battle attack was fierce, and the sudden sword light caught him off guard, only to see the spear in his hand come out of his hand, and his figure retreated backwards.

"Huh!"

A sword light flashed, the helmet above Ying Zhan's head flew out, and a striking sword mark appeared on his cheek, Chu Feifan saw the spear in his hand fall off, raised his hand and threw out the purple gold long sword, flew up and quickly rushed towards Ying Zhan, and the huge force in his body gathered on his arms at the same time.

"Overlord Fist!"

"Pull out the mountain and conquer the world!"

"The overlord lifts the crown!"

Chu Feifan shouted angrily, and his figure came to Ying Zhan's side like a god, and his fists thundered and slammed into his figure.

Ying Zhan looked at the steel fist that broke through the air and rose towards him, and a look of surprise rose in his eyes, he didn't expect Chu Feifan's long sword dance to be superb, and his fist and foot kung fu were so handsome.

Ying Zhan knew in his heart that he could always suppress Chu Feifan all thanks to a spear in his hand, otherwise he was still too far from him in terms of strength alone, otherwise Chu Feifan would not be able to fight with him for hundreds of rounds and be invincible.

Now that his biggest reliance on the spear is leaving his body, he is definitely not his opponent than his strength and fists and feet.

Think of it.

Ying Zhan still stiffened, waving his clenched fist to meet Chu Feifan's steel fist that came from the sky.

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