A single shot hit the ground, the earth shattered and cracked, and the enemy scattered hundreds of surrounding guards.

"Come here!"

Yang Yi waved his hand, and the white-bearded enemy on horseback was directly grasped by Yang Yi in his hand.

"If you want to die, it's not that simple! The blood of 500,000 innocent people will not die in vain, and I will let you see with your own eyes how Da Yuan is extinguished by the blood of Yan Huang! ”

"Boom!"

The overall reddish spear was pierced by Yang Yi's Yang True Qi, and the flames rose up, and the scorching breath quickly dried up the blood on its own damaged armor!

"Kill!"

With his left hand grasping the neck of the enemy commander and his right hand holding a flaming spear, any enemy who dares to stand in his way will be consumed by the flames.

Because of the scorching flames, the blood-colored mist spread everywhere Yang Yi passed.

"Prepare the far archers, prepare the sword soldiers, and cover the sect leader with all your might!" Xiao Zhao, who was in control of the overall situation on the battle platform, shouted coquettishly, the drum beat quickly and thunderously, and in an instant, the black torrent began to turn around, and the centurion who was still alive followed the pace of the centurion, and the centurion died followed the footsteps of his comrades, like a giant black sharp knife, straight into the heart of the Yuan army, wanting to tear apart the battle formation of the Yuan army and cover the return of faith!

Yang Yi's strength is all over the sky, but he is still a human being, no matter how strong a person's strength is, he is just a stubborn stone in the sea in the torrent of 600,000 troops!

Even though the blood of the enemy was splashed around him every second, the pace of movement slowed down little by little.

In front of you, behind you, there were enemy troops everywhere, and when you killed one, ten roared and rushed forward.

"Sneer...."

After all, the innate true qi like the abyss and the sea was not really endless, and after the bloodthirsty spear that burned the true qi violently in his hand harvested the names of countless enemy soldiers, a momentary fault appeared in the true qi.

Although the true qi of kung fu condensed in the body in the blink of an eye, at this moment's pause, the back of the chest, several spears, and more than a dozen arrows pierced through the already damaged battle armor, revealing from the front of the chest and the back.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood mist sprayed, and Yang Yi half-knelt on the ground.

"Young Master!" Xiao Zhao exclaimed, and the pink fist Yin Hong, which had been clenched tightly, flowed down the fingers of the shallots.

"Master!" Countless black-armored rebels saw this scene through the gap between the enemy generals, and a wave of angry blood rushed straight to the Dou Mansion, their eyes were even more blood-red, and the originally frustrated black "sharp knife" forcibly tore through the enemy's large array, and quickly approached Yang Yi.

"Whew!"

Suddenly! With a screaming screech, it was visible to the naked eye, and a crimson spear flew over the enemy formation for thousands of meters, shooting straight towards Xiao Zhao on the battle platform.

"Protect the Holy Maiden!"

With an angry shout, the close-quarters guards who held the handle of the knife tightly and deformed roared forward, blocking Xiao Zhao one by one.

"Huh..."

In an instant, the hollow-tearing spear that spanned thousands of meters of the battlefield pierced the bodies of hundreds of guards, and the blood-stained tip of the spear stopped in front of Xiao Zhao.

"Protect... Saint..."Facing Xiao Zhao, the guard who vomited blood in his mouth couldn't finish the four words and fell to the ground.

At the same time, somewhere hidden.

"Don't send it again, there's no chance," Yang Yi's clone said in a low voice, preventing Da Yuan's hundreds of internal strength masters from continuing to fire spears from delicate crossbow beds.

Facing hundreds of masters, as well as Zhao Min's inquiring gaze, Yang Yi said indifferently, "There is only one chance, you can kill anyone, if you hurt that maid, Yang Yi will go crazy."

"Isn't that adversary already..."

Yang Yi's clone directly interrupted the words of the person who spoke, and was indifferent and low, "If you die, he won't die!" ”

When the words fell, everyone turned their eyes to the battlefield, and Yang Yi, who was full of spears and arrows, shouted angrily, and casually broke the spears on his body, leaving only the tips of the spears and arrows still piercing the gods.

"Roar!"

With a roar that was not like life, Yang Yi raised the spear high with both hands, and the extinguished flame ignited again, even more intense than before!

Then the next moment, with a roar, Yang Yi's hands holding up the flame spear slammed to the sides, and the flames instantly burst into a pillar of fire.

In an instant, all the thousands of meters of land were turned into death, and with each blow, a large amount of blood would splash from Yang Yi's body.

It's just that with the passage of time, a mysterious feeling filled Yang Yi's mind, and the indescribable feeling made Yang Yi see the truth of heaven and earth extremely clearly in an instant.

In an instant, the Ruyuan True Qi in the body was rapidly transformed, and under the influence of his own will, the True Qi was compressed into a more viscous and high-quality True Yuan!

If the internal force is fog, and the innate true qi is water, then the true yuan is the honey that has been sealed in the dust for thousands of years and is almost solidified!

"Boom... Knock knock... Knock knock knock..."The pierced heart beats, and an unprecedented force erupts in the body, and the arrows and spears leap out of the body, piercing through countless Yuan troops and sinking into the ground!

"Ahh

At this moment, the body seemed to be torn apart and shattered a little bit and then reunited, this extremely painful situation made Yang Yi roar angrily!

The sound of landslides and tsunamis rolled into the sky, and everything within a radius of a kilometer, except for Yang Yi himself, including the spears, and even the enemy generals who were still being held by Yang Yi were all reduced to nothingness!

"Drink... Drink..."

Panting, a feeling of dizziness came, and the last picture Yang Yi saw was a red shadow in front of him.

......

A luxurious dormitory, Yang Yi was lying quietly on the bed, soaked in blood, the armor that had long been broken had been taken off, and the blood stains had been cleaned, of course, this was all done by Xiao Zhao.

At this time, an old man with a goatee was touching Yang Yi's pulse while touching his beard and frowning.

"Mr. Hu, how is the young master?" Too much time has passed, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but ask.

"It's weird, it's weird... The sect leader's blood is like a rainbow, and the old man can't find an adjective, but he still can't wake up, it's really... "Hu Qingniu pulled off his beard and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Mr. Hu, you are a medical immortal, you will definitely be able to cure the young master, right?" Xiao Zhao nervously grabbed Hu Qingniu's sleeve, as if grasping the last straw, without the slightest domineering spirit that commanded the overall situation on the battlefield and despised the Quartet.

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden, it's not that the old man refuses to cure, it's really that no matter how you look at it, the sect leader is very healthy, even a hundred times stronger than a cow, I..."

"Then why hasn't the young master woken up yet? Was it an internal injury? Xiao Zhao subconsciously said, Yang Yi's unconscious made her completely lose her mind, obviously Hu Qingniu just said that Yang Yi is very healthy.

"There is no problem with the body... Maybe something has gone wrong with the soul, just like the Lost Soul Certificate, stimulate him with the most precious thing of the sect master, maybe the soul will return to its place? Hu Qingniu could only guess that in this situation, Sima could only be used as a fire horse doctor.

"Young Master... The most precious thing..."Xiao Zhao frowned slightly, she knew that the young master wanted the people of Huaxia to stand in the world again, but the most precious thing...

"Hey... Your Highness the Holy Maiden, think about it first, the old man will go out and explain to the rest of the sect, so that they don't worry too much," Hu Qingniu stood up and bowed.

"Well, Mr. Hu has worked hard" Xiao Zhao was not proud of the title of saint, and was also very respectful to Hu Qingniu, a medical fairy.

After Hu Qingniu left the room, Xiao Zhao slowly squatted down, grabbed Yang Yi's hand, and distressed tears crossed his beautiful face and dripped on the back of Yang Yi's hand.