"Quick, order the martial cultivator of the fire attribute spiritual power to start breaking the ice, and the rest of the people, follow me out to meet the enemy, tonight, you must not let this person leave the Sword Pavilion Dao alive!"

The sword maniac is not an ordinary person in the end, the sword in his hand is unsheathed, Huo Di slashes through the ice in front of him, and then uses his spiritual power to shout and give an order, the sound comes out for several miles, and the other soldiers in the iron tower also calm down and begin to break the ice.

"Kill"

The sword maniac is on the left, the battle maniac is on the right, hundreds of people rushed up, all kinds of spiritual power were overwhelming, and the cold light in the eyes of Feng Xingtian was even worse, several cold arrows flew out, the sword maniac and the battle maniac resisted together, the complexion changed slightly, and the strong man of the martial king was terrifying.

In order to save spiritual power, he fell on the back of the war horse, put away his wings, took out a long sword, rushed left and right, and from time to time supplemented by cold arrows to kill, and the defenders fought very fiercely for a while.

Although his cultivation is strong, the defenders who surrounded him are well-trained, and they are also a lot of strength to cooperate, and the worst thing is that the man in black who was chasing and killing the sky before discovered him again, and actually joined forces with the defenders of the poison division to deal with him.

This made Feng Xingtian's heart sink slightly, not because he was worried about his situation, but because he thought of his father who was trapped in Feiyunjian and the second brother of Duanhua City.

The identity of the master behind the man in black is about to come out, the royal family, and his subordinates do not hesitate to collude with foreign enemies in order to get rid of themselves, if this also represents the attitude of that person.

So, at this moment, the army of Wang Shi, who ostensibly was trying to rescue his father, would he suddenly attack and stick a sword in his heart when his Feng family was in danger? If that was the case, the Feng family would be in danger, and his father would be in danger.

As soon as Feng Xingtian thought of this, his heart was even more anxious, and the long sword in his hand rose up with azure ice, and the bloody battle was not only rushing forward to kill.

This night, the blood of the Sword Pavilion Dao flowed like a river, the corpses were all over the field, and the wind was eager to save his father, just like a generation of killing gods, blood-stained long clothes, as if he was no longer the blackmail of the low-key and introverted imperial city in the past.

At dawn, Feng Xingtian rode in the dust, covered in blood and rushed to the flying clouds, last night the battle madness blocked many times, Feng Xingtian was angry, rushed out of the encirclement of the army and shot seven cold arrows in a row, the arrows were not missing, all hit the war madness, the eight disciples of the poison master were crazy, and died on the spot.

Fengxingtian broke the Sword Pavilion Road overnight, broke through the level, and then galloped for nearly 100 miles without stopping.

When he arrived at a beautiful mountainous area, the black horse neighed, and then fell to the ground and died, his pupils still staring ahead, as if he knew that Feng Xingtian was anxious, empathized, and died without turning a blind eye.

There were faint tears in Feng Xingtian's eyes, this horse had followed him for many years, and when he was twenty years old, he walked out of the imperial city for the first time and was chased by the man in black, it was this black horse that broke free from the reins, pulled over the stable, and then carried the seriously injured Feng Xingtian for several days in a row.

Later, no matter where Feng Xingtian went, he would take the dark horse with him, one person and one horse seemed to be the master and servant, but in fact, it was the only bosom friend who could confide in Feng Xingtian for so many years.

On the previous trip to the Netherworld, Feng Xingtian chased after the Bone King, but he was really worried that the dark horse would have an accident, so he left it outside to wait for him, and then entered the Netherworld alone.

But he never thought that soon after seeing each other again, it was already separated by yin and yang, it was for his father, from the underworld, all the way non-stop, and was chased and killed, to this place, I am afraid that it has already run more than a thousand miles away.

Even if it is a divine horse, it is impossible to stay awake for more than ten days, and the corpse ridge is popular and breaks the formation, thanks to the spiritual connection between one person and one horse, and it has tried to break the formation many times in the past ten days.

Now the black horse is tired to death, Feng Xingtian is sad in his heart, seeing that the landscape here is excellent, he buried the body of the black horse with tears, and then knelt down and kowtowed three times, wiped away the tears, spread the white wings and continued to hurry.

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Besides, Ning Feng and the others, Feng Xingjun's injuries improved, and Ning Feng and Leng Ran were very curious when they saw that the poison division army was missing, so they took the initiative to apply to go outside to investigate together. Feng Xingjun nodded, and Ning Feng and Leng Ran chose to go out of the city at night.

After traveling for about a few miles, he found dozens of defeated troops of the Feng family, took out the general order given by the Feng Marching Army, and stepped forward to inquire only to know that the second uncle of the Feng Marching Army, Feng Jizhong, the vanguard of the five-way reinforcements raised by Feng Shuai, was defeated and died by the wheel war.

Ning Feng and Leng Ran led them back to Broken Hua City, and then reported that this was so, Feng Xingjun was sad when he heard this, and he called the second uncle three times in a row, and fell to the ground and fainted.

Soon after, Ning Feng heard that Feng Shuai's army and the poison master's army were in a head-to-head confrontation, so he returned to the city alone to report, while Leng Dye stayed behind to continue to investigate the situation and collect news.

Feng Xingjun had already woken up, and when he heard that his father had come in person, he was worried and happy, worried about his father's safety, and happy about his father's love for him.

After a day, the mood calmed down, and Feng Xingjun ordered his troops and horses, ready to join forces with his father, at this time, Leng Ran suddenly ran back with a solemn face, and Feng Xingjun knew that something was wrong when he saw him, and hurriedly asked.

Sure enough, the main force of the Feng family army was defeated and retreated to Feiyun Stream, Feng Xingjun's face changed greatly when he heard this, he never expected his father to be defeated so quickly, he thought that his father would personally lead the three armies, and he would definitely be able to stalemate with the poison master for a while.

I just happened to recuperate from my injuries a little, sort out my mind, and prepare for the war in the future, so that I could really become a big help to my father, but I didn't want to, just one day, my father was defeated, and it was a fiasco.

Feng Xingjun couldn't sit still anymore, at this moment his father was afraid that the situation was worrying, he didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation, and immediately dispatched troops, a total of 5,000 life troops, Hao Hao Tang Tang set off from Duanhua City, and went straight to Feiyun Stream.

The poison master had long thought that the Wind Marching Army would rush to Feiyun Stream in a hurry, and along the way, it was just a small group of troops to set up an ambush, and it was only disturbed, but it was not killed, but it was blocked by arrows from a distance, and the arrows rained down, and as soon as the Wind Marching Army charged with spears, they turned around and ran.

After a day and a night, although the Feng Marching Army did not lose its troops, the soldiers were exhausted, and Long Tu was also worried, and the Feng Marching Army was bent on joining forces with his father, and he didn't care about this.

On the second day, the poison master deliberately opened a gap, allowing the wind marching army to lead the soldiers to rush into it and go straight to the flying cloud stream.

When the father and son saw each other, they immediately hugged their heads and cried, and the brothers who died in all their lives went through tossing and turning, and they also hugged their heads and cried, Long Tu saw Xue Ziliang again, both of them were in tattered armor and embarrassed, and the two famous generals of the Feng family in Nanchuan also cried without a word.

The clouds and streams on the side were stirring, and the sound was endless, as if they were tears from the heavens, and they were also sad for the Feng family at this time.

It is night, the cold wind is cold, the other side of the flying cloud stream, the army of poison masters sings and dances, the song is the folk folk sound of Tianfeng everywhere, and the dance is the unique dance of Tianfeng.

The soldiers of the Feng family wept, mourned, hugged their heads left and right and cried, Ning Feng and Leng Ran saw this, and shouted in their hearts.

The hand of the poison master can be described as attacking the heart, and the Feng family's iron horse is brave and unparalleled, but even if they are iron-blooded men, they are also the blood of their father's essence and mother's blood.

A few years or decades of parting parents have been accompanied by the bleak wind and cold rain at the border for thousands of days and nights, protecting the territory and the people, throwing their heads and spilling blood, not seeking to make meritorious contributions, but only seeking the glory of their parents and relatives.

But after so many years of not going home, the old mother of Qingsi may have long been gray-haired, the sturdy old father has been struggling, the new wife has become a sorrowful wife, and the knee-high child may have grown up......

People say that parents are not far away, but the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, so far away from home for many years and not returning, vainly a son, a vain husband, vain a father......

The three armies are all related, and even Feng Xingjun and Feng Shuai Feng Jizhong are no exception.

Thinking that his Feng family has been loyal and martyred for generations, when it comes to his father's generation, it is not obvious, his father and the emperor were friends when they were young, and it is the love between life and death, but in his later years, he was also worried that the Feng family would become bigger, and arranged for his younger brother to be the eyes and ears of the Feng family.

When he arrived at Feng Jizhong, he was in charge of the Feng family, guarding the border with all his heart, and serving the country loyally, but his wife was separated and he had to swallow his anger.

The eldest son Feng Xingtian was five years old retrograde meridians, in order to protect the Feng family's heat and humiliation, he became a waste that everyone on this martial continent looked down on and could not cultivate, the second son Feng Xingjun was born, Feng Xingtian went to the imperial city as a hostage, and then his wife also cried blind in one eye, so he had to let him accompany the eldest son.

The youngest son Feng Xingyun was born, and he almost took the life of the eldest son, Feng Xingtian, and it was at that time that Feng Jizhong really saw that person's murderous intention and fear of the Feng family.

Yes, the Feng family has three sons, which makes him feel threatened, and he is afraid, so he has been secretly sending people to assassinate his eldest son Feng Xingtian all these years, because Feng Xingtian is too low-key, and he is the champion of literature recognized by the whole country, such a person, that person can't see through, so he is trying to get rid of Feng Xingtian.

But I didn't expect that God blessed the Feng family, Feng Xingtian not only did not die for so many years, but traveled to Nanchuan and traveled everywhere, and his heart was even more incomprehensible than before.

Feng Jizhong thought of this, and he was also deeply proud of his son, with such a son, what reason did he, a father, not be proud.

The situation of the Feng family has changed Feng Xingtian, who should have spent his childhood carefree, and Feng Xingtian's dormancy and forbearance over the years have also changed the stubborn and foolish Feng Jizhong.

He began to cooperate with Feng Xingtian, and deliberately cooperated with the poisoner to direct one defeat after another of the Feng family, but there were many accidents that he didn't expect, the last thing he didn't expect was that the Sword Pavilion Dao was attacked and robbed by the poisoner, and then the death of his brother Feng Jiding, and the fall of the veteran Beichen.

Also, the arrival of the second son, the wind marching army. Yes, although he was happy to see his second son, he was worried, his original plan was to bury himself in this flying cloud stream, and the reason why he had been fighting to the death and not retreating was because he was waiting, waiting for the army of the king division, the final decision of that person.

The distance between the army of the Wang Division and Feiyun Stream was that it was closer than the distance of Duanhua City to here, and Feng Jizhong knew that they were afraid that the elite had already arrived, but they had been secretly watching, waiting for that person's final order.

So, what will you choose?