Yue Fei suddenly felt that in front of them, he was so old, these children might not even know their dreams, so he swore to die in his own call, but because of this, he couldn't sit back and watch them die.

No, not only themselves, but also the man who hid in the clouds and made the way for them to rain down thunder.

The Iron Floaters galloped in with swords and horses, and the waves of people were endless. At this time, Yang Zaixing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Yang Zaixing let out a hurried whisper in his ear, "Pangu Knife Technique." ”

Pangu is the legendary god who opened the world, and Yang Zaixing's double knife flow has a two-person long knife in the name of this, and the defense is sharp and indestructible. Yue Fei immediately cooperated with his knife moves, taking his body as the axis, exerting force at his waist, and drawing countless arcs with different rules with his double blades.

In the bloodthirsty battles in the past, Yue Fei always took the lead, and never used this trick with Yang Zaixing, and once he used it, he was shocked by its colossal power. Within a radius of several zhang, the snow light rolled, and the shadow of the knife was heavy. Each time the knife hits the enemy's weapon, the other knife immediately slashes into the most vulnerable position of the weapon, and every time the enemy attacks fiercely, there must be two swords locked and two swords rushed. The brain can't keep up with the speed of reaction at all, and only the hand shakes with the rotation of the body. More than a dozen Tiefutu warriors were actually carried alive by the two of them.

However, blood still bloomed around them, and the new young knights were vulnerable to the battle-hardened Jurchens. In front of the Tiefutu warriors on both sides, a layer of stumps of war horses and golden people was stacked. Yue Fei watched in vain as they shocked and destroyed, his heart bleeding silently.

Brilliant life is so pale in the face of war.

Yue Fei let out an earth-shattering roar, the light in the knife ring exploded, the round knife ring was like a cactus that was suddenly torn apart, and countless sharp edges broke out, like a sudden beating flame, stabbing rapidly. His left knife was still in a circle, but his right arm continued to contract and stretch at the risk of breaking, and he couldn't catch it off guard, and the two Jurchens in front of him were suddenly pierced into a hornet's nest. At this moment, the shouting and killing sound in his ears suddenly approached, so violent that it almost pierced the eardrum. The pressure in front of him decreased slightly, he slightly reduced his sword, and the corner of his eye looked at the battlefield. Among the tens of millions of people, I saw the figure of the old subordinate Zhang splashing heavy armor with blood. He led the cavalry from Henan, desperately attacking the Jurchen rear team, and the seriously wounded soldiers consciously stayed at the back of the team, and blocked the flying mace of the Jurchens with their weak bodies. However, the enemy who had slaughtered the light cavalry on both wings retracted to the rear, and in the thick defense, they were like a flat boat in the ocean, making futile charges again and again. Zhang used his tired block to slash with all his strength, blood mixed with rain flowing all over his face, and then spilled in the next fight.

Sun Hui's figure appeared in the sky in the distance, and huge fireballs gathered around him, and they swept like meteors. Everywhere the flames passed, they were invincible, and the tail of the flames that was still burning violently in the rain curtain crossed a trace of tragedy from Yue Fei's eyes, and exploded in the crowd of Iron Floating Slaughter.

What a brilliant light it was—a crimson flame.

In this vast and magnificent final flame, Yue Fei seemed to see Sun Hui's smiling slender figure.

The Iron Float was still silent as ice in the flames, but the iron armor on their bodies quickly melted away, turning into piles of scrap iron. The scorching aura spread, and the terrifying sword light disappeared.

Yue Fei knew that it was all the people who gambled with their lives to create a chance for him to become famous in the world, and there was only one chance.

In the flames, Yue Fei saw the Golden Emperor's purple armor.

Yue Fei's hands pressed up and down in the saddle, his body was pulled up in the air, and he shouted in the wind and rain, "Rush!" Yang Zaixing realized, galloped forward, the riding boots fell on his shoulders quickly, Yue Fei was short, and then felt a huge shock force, like a lone eagle rising into the sky, flying over the towering bodies of the Iron Floaters. At the highest point in the sky, the wind was howling, and in the gray-white wind and rain fields, countless blood-stained people were entangled together, with hideous faces and scars. Before they enlisted, they may be farmers in remote villages, hunters in distant forests, quiet bell-ringers in cities, or iron men who have fun alone in shops. They don't know each other, and after this battle, the faces of their opponents are immortalized in their memories, accompanied by endless nightmares for the future. They looked up at Yue Fei, an indescribable light flashed in their eyes, and Yue Fei felt extremely happy and heavy in his heart.

Yue Fei twisted his head violently and stared at the purple-armored Emperor of the Jin Kingdom. The rain drenched his long swarthy hair, which was as white as a pool of lime on his face. Attacking with decisive strength is Yue Fei's best martial art, the dream of flying is integrated into the blood, no one can escape this incomparable slash, not to mention Yue Fei gambled his life. Emperor Jin's face became clearer and clearer, and Yue Fei saw his own shadow in those frightened pupils.

"Master, beware!" In simple Jurchen language, another long-haired warrior stepped forward at the last moment, holding a sword in both hands, sealing every crevice of the Golden Emperor's body with his burly body.

It's really like Sun Hui told him, it was this person who started this war, no wonder the Tiefu Tu were so nervous. Yue Fei couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw him cowardly hiding behind the guards, but pretending to be majestic. He had calculated before he pounced, and to kill him, he had to dodge the guards around him. The left hand turned his wrist at the moment of the split, the long knife was on the weapon he was blocking, and his feet tapped his shoulders again, and he pounced on the retreating Golden Emperor of Queen Cang, and the right knife was swirled from the left ribs, and the whole person was carried by the knife like a spinning top.

In a battle for my life, the enemy will kill me. This sword technique of surviving death was only one line away from success, and Yue Fei's body stretched out in the rapid rotation, and the full strength burst from his right arm, like lightning. But his guards appeared in front of the Golden Emperor again, after being dodged by Yue Fei before, the other party's reaction was so agile that he retreated at the same time as Yue Fei turned around, he didn't choose to slash Yue Fei in mid-air, so that Yue Fei's knife strength could still cut off the head of the Golden Emperor, but once again he was forced between the Golden Emperor and Yue Fei. He opened his arms to block the landing point of Yue Fei's leap, but he didn't care about himself at all, turned around and hurriedly shouted in the Jurchen language.

This is a true samurai. Yue Fei had already fallen from mid-air, and he obviously wanted to hug Yue Fei with his arms, and he couldn't leap with his strength anymore. Yue Fei admired his courage, but the sword was so powerful that even he couldn't take it back.

The long knife brought a sharp slash, but it suddenly stopped in mid-air. The Iron Futu's skills were extremely clever, and he actually entered the blade with his empty hands in the lightning and flint, and grabbed Yue Fei's blade with both palms.