Xing Rong was really completely stunned.

He knew how terrifying it was for a martial artist with both natural and passive powers.

But he never thought that Zhao Yun would be able to break through his own military formation.

You know, you are a martial artist at the peak of the half-saint!

It is also blessed by the military formation of the Red Flame Army.

In this case, he used the most powerful secret method attack, but it was even broken by Zhao Yun, how could he accept it?

Even, this time Zhao Yun didn't use his martial arts, just using the weapon in his hand and the true qi in his body to break his attack.

That's what makes him the most unacceptable!

"Die!"

Before he could figure out anything, Zhao Yun, who had broken Xing Rong's attack, stabbed with a bright silver spear in his hand.

This shot is Xing Rong's life!

Xing Rong felt the killing intent contained in this shot and smiled bitterly.

He wanted to dodge, but he didn't have a chance to dodge at all.

Zhao Yun's shot completely locked the qi machine, which completely made him unavoidable!

He understands very well that his current self really has no other choice than waiting for death.

"Heh, a little kingdom general dares to do something to the general of the Red Flame Army of my Cangchu Dynasty, I really don't know what to do!"

Just as Zhao Yun's spear was about to stab Xing Rong, a light laugh suddenly came.

As this chuckle fell, the surrounding space instantly froze.

Zhao Yun's spear had already reached less than five meters in front of Xing Rong, but he couldn't advance the slightest.

"Holy Venerable!"

Zhao Yun's gaze suddenly became very solemn.

He could feel that his attack was blocked, that someone had blocked the space.

Make it impossible for your own attacks to pass through the space.

In this case, his own attack could no longer attack Xing Rong at all.

But now he knows even more that whether to kill Xing Rong or not is not the key.

The key thing is that the Holy Venerable of the Cangchu Dynasty is here!

"You're not too stupid!"

When this voice fell, a middle-aged man wearing a reckless dragon robe came out of the void.

"Ancestor!"

Xing Rong was full of surprise when he saw this middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is the ancestor of the Cangchu Dynasty, named Chu Yiheng.

It is the mighty one of the peak of the Holy Venerable Triple Heaven!

But he has always been in retreat and cultivation in the secret realm of the Cangchu Dynasty, and basically has not appeared in the eyes of the world for nearly a hundred years.

But now you're here?

Why?

This is just a war against a kingdom, how could Chu Yiheng Ancestor come?

"Could it be that this battle is not just a simple battle against the kingdom, but also has other deeper purposes?" Xing Rong couldn't help but think in his heart.

After all, if it was just an ordinary war, there would be no need for their Red Flame Army to make a move, let alone Chu Yiheng, the ancestor of the Cangchu Dynasty.

However, there is a little benefit, Chu Yiheng is here, which means that he and the Red Flame Army will be fine today.

On the contrary, Zhao Yun was under the hands of the Saint Venerable Triple Heaven Chu Yiheng Old Ancestor, and there was no doubt about his death, basically there was no doubt about it.

At the same time, with Chu Yiheng's old ancestor here, the Red Flame Army under his command will definitely be able to successfully take Wangze Peak.

At that time, even if Yue Fei's army arrived, it would be useless.

Not to mention, there was a Saint Venerable Triple Heaven warrior in the army, and they basically won seventy percent of this battle.

The reason why I don't dare to say that it is ten percent is because the group of fools of the Liyang Dynasty let the Holy Crossbow fall into the hands of the Southern Yan Kingdom.

What they are afraid of is the Holy Crossbow!

Zhao Yun looked at Chu Yiheng, his face was very solemn.

He didn't expect that the Cangchu Dynasty would actually send a Saint Venerable powerhouse to Wangze Peak.

Generally speaking, on the Kyushu Continent, if they are not military generals, then the Saint Venerable powerhouses will not participate in the battle, they will only block the same level of martial artists in the enemy country.

But today, the Cangchu Dynasty sent the Ancestor of the Holy Venerable Realm to Wangzefeng, which is enough to see how much the Cangchu Dynasty attaches importance to this war.

This also made Zhao Yun's heart even more solemn.

Wang Zefeng, who was in charge of guarding the town, was now facing an attack by a Saint Venerable realm martial artist, so you can imagine how great the pressure was.

"Little guy, you are very good, the deity gives you a chance to join the Cangchu Dynasty, I will recommend you to His Majesty of my dynasty, with the recommendation of my Chu Yiheng, you must have a bright future." ”

Chu Yiheng looked at Zhao Yun with a smile and said something similar to Xing Rong.

"I, Zhao Yun, am General Nanyan in this life, and I will be General Nanyan forever!" Zhao Yun said in a deep voice.

"Alas, it's a pity. ”

Chu Yiheng shook his head and said, "I see that you are really a rare general, if you can join the Cangchu Dynasty, you will definitely strengthen the strength of the dynasty." ”

"But it's a pity that you don't want to, that deity has no choice but to kill you, lest you miss my dynasty's plan!"

"Die!"

Chu Yiheng waved his hand, controlling the surrounding space to quickly squeeze Zhao Yun.

"Seven Probe Snake Guns!"

Zhao Yun let out a deep sigh, and the bright silver spear in his hand swung violently, stabbing at those who wanted to squeeze his space.

Click!

There was a cracking sound in the space, and it was actually broken by Zhao Yun.

"Huh?"

When Chu Yiheng saw it, he looked at Zhao Yun in surprise and said, "I didn't expect that your combat power is indeed very strong, I'm afraid that you can fight with an ordinary Saint Venerable One-Heavy Heavenly Martial Artist." ”

"But it's a pity, what you met today is my Chu Yiheng, the mighty of the Holy Venerable Triple Heaven, even if you have good combat power, it is a dead end. ”

"Condensation!"

Chu Yiheng's hand turned, and his handprint was empty.

"Fall!"

Under Chu Yiheng's control, the handprint fell on Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun wanted to avoid it, but he was completely locked by the handprint, and he couldn't avoid it at all, so he could only hard-connect.

When Xing Rong saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face.

The previous self was like this, in the face of Zhao Yun's attack, there was no chance to dodge, so he could only take it hard, but he had his ancestor to come to the rescue.

But what about Zhao Yun?

Who can he count on to save him now?

Mortal!

Zhao Yun's face was solemn, and the giant python turned into the Seven Probe Snake Spear in his hand had become nothingness under the pressure of this handprint.

But the mudra did not pause, and it was still pressed against himself.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

At the same time, there was a sound of vomiting blood from below.

Zhao Yun's face became even more solemn.

Because it was the soldiers of the vanguard who vomited blood.

Now, although Chu Yiheng's handprint has not been completely suppressed, the momentum driven by it has made the vanguard iron knights below very uncomfortable.

Although they are elites, they are not strong warriors, and they can't stop this momentum.

"You haven't vomited blood yet?"

Chu Yiheng looked at Zhao Yun's gaze and was even more surprised, and said, "You are still the first non-Saint Venerable martial artist who can hold on to me for so long, but that's the end of it." ”

The sound fell, Chu Yiheng's hand flipped over, and the speed at which the handprint fell suddenly accelerated.

"Bang!"

The handprint hit Zhao Yun's body.

Zhao Yun's breath of life instantly withered to the extreme.

(End of chapter)