The sun rises and sets, and the battle that spreads everywhere on the battlefield does not stop for a moment!?

The offensive of both sides rushed towards the opponent like a torrent and tsunami, and the people on the battlefield did not even have time to catch their breath, and the hooves of horses rushed in all directions. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info were attacking in all directions, swords and guns were like forests, flying arrows were like rain, and everywhere there was a sonorous sound of fighting and weapons colliding, and the wounded war horses fell to the ground and let out a desolate neigh.

After a whole day of fighting, the battle situation finally gradually changed, the Mongolian warriors under the leadership of Temujin, relying on a narrow road to meet the morale of the brave to win in the situation of absolute disadvantage, fought a situation that was not equal, but the long battle will be tired, after nightfall the war turned sharply!

The Turkic soldiers became more and more courageous, and the Mongol front continued to retreat, ready to fall. The pale Mongol soldiers ran back in a panic, and although they were immediately killed on the spot by the officers and the overseers, this was a bad sign after all.

A harbinger of the collapse of the front.

On the high slope, Feng Yancheng looked at it, and the resolute and courageous face sincerely gave out a look of admiration. The battle power of the Mongolian boy who fought to the death was far beyond his imagination, and in the situation of absolute disadvantage in numbers, he flattened the invincible golden wolf rider outside the fortress in the field!

"What a bunch of respectable men!"

The leader of the guards on the side, Zhi Yan, comforted: "Wuzun don't worry too much, they will be tired after a long battle, they will not have a chance to come to us!" ”

After being silent for a long time, Feng Yancheng said softly: "Our Turkic good men can't lose here anymore, order the Guards Brigade to assemble, and I will personally go out to defeat them completely!" ”

The close ministers around him knelt down in unison and said in a lost voice: "Wuzun! Think again! ”

"No need!" Feng Yancheng proudly raised the spear in his hand, the spear weighed ninety-nine pounds, the name of the spear was 'Agu Shihuaya', it is an ancient Turkic saying, which means the trace of the moonlit night, Bi Xuan was a young man, and he was invincible in the grassland, and when he first debuted, he was known as 'no one can knock him off the horse'. Later, it was passed into the hands of Fengyan City, and it was even more invincible from the outside of the Saiwai!

At this moment, Feng Yancheng raised his spear in his hand, and the monstrous momentum suddenly emanated from his burly body, and suddenly, he raised his arms and shouted: "Where is the pride of my Turks? ”

"Here—!"

The Guards Brigade on the hillside suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar that pierced through the clouds and shook the entire grassland. Feng Yancheng raised his spear and rode straight towards the Mongolian main flag that was unfurled under the high slope.

In the afternoon, the striker general Jochi was the first to notice that something was wrong.

There was a mountain of shouts in front of the front, and the Turkic soldiers seemed to have completely forgotten that this was a bloody battlefield, and waved their weapons high, and in the thunderous sound of long live, the Turkic army neatly gave way to a retreat, and the freshly clothed and angry horse Wuzun suddenly killed from it like a divine soldier descending from the sky!

Looking at the elite of the wolf riders running all the way, a smile suddenly appeared on Jochi's already bloodstained face: "It seems that there is another big head, beggar sons, charge with me!" ”

The knight at the forefront of the march gradually rushed closer, and his body faintly emitted a crimson light, and in the light of the setting sun, the silhouette was indescribably gorgeous, as sacred as the great sun god.

In this way, he jumped out, jumped into the open ground between the two armies, and ran straight towards the Mongol army!

The archers were the first to shoot back, and thousands of arrows rained down on him in the shrill wind. However, in the blink of an eye, a dazzling red light appeared on the knight's body, and the arrows were shattered everywhere they went.

Without delay, the knight continued to gallop towards the Mongol vanguard cavalry. Before the archers could unleash a second round of arrows, the knights galloped to the front of the army.

The brave soldiers quickly struck, and countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds rushed towards the man on horseback. However, I saw a flash of crimson light, and in an instant, the undeceived limbs and weapon fragments flew all over the sky, and the splashed blood almost stained the entire sky.

Many of the soldiers didn't even know what was going on, but their heads had already flown into the sky.

Jochi involuntarily stood up from his horse, and at that moment, the terrifying spear churned in the knight's hand like a dragon, and everywhere he went, his eyes were full of bright red splatters of flesh. Within a five-meter radius of the knight's body, the ground was covered with scarlet flesh and broken weapons, and there was not a single person alive.

The Mongolian army formation was killed by him alone in an instant?

Oh, my God? Is he still human?

"Long live Wuzun!" The cries were overwhelming, almost as shocking as a tsunami.

"Feng Yan City is here, Feng Yan City is killed, Feng Yan City is killed........"

The news spread rapidly like a terrible cold snap through the Mongol front army, almost like a plague, and the morale of both sides changed almost instantly, and everyone involuntarily slowly retreated, as if their bodies had been controlled by that terrifying demon god.

Oh! No! There is one exception!

Jochi quickly retracted the reins, lifted the terrible poisonous dragon spear, and headed towards Fengyan City as soon as possible, the importance of the morale of the two armies against each other is naturally self-evident, if Jochi retreats here, then I am afraid that the entire Mongolian front army will collapse like a!

Two unparalleled spearmen in the world will battle it out here!

The Jochi spear swiped slowly, creating a stream of air like a blade. Feng Yancheng's eyes suddenly showed appreciation, and then he shouted violently, causing a sensation in the audience.

Immediately Jochi's spear struck out abruptly, and the spear rose and fell like a wave, and with each sinking and rising, the spear became slower. No one thought it was a dead steel spear anymore, but like a living poisonous dragon, with the invisible monstrous waves, it rushed towards Fengyan City two feet away.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the spears slammed together. A fierce air flow swirled around, bringing many soldiers who were close to the ground and quickly centering around the two of them, clearing a huge open space.

Jochi knew that his internal strength was far inferior to Fengyan City's Yanyang Miraculous Skills, so he could only fight quickly! The poisonous dragon spear in his hand was unpredictable, ready for an earth-shattering final blow.

Feng Yancheng looked at the spear and began to push it towards him. The astonishing pressure of the spear came straight to the door. A kind of hard to say

The enlightenment suddenly rose in the heart of Fengyan City, and at this moment Jochi is a spear, and a spear is Jochi. You can't tell each other anymore.

Jochi's poisonous dragon spear was even more powerful than he had imagined, and at this moment, the controversy of the world's number one spearman could be over.

And then.......

"If you want to defeat my Fengyan City, you are still far away!" (To be continued.) )