Yun Feiyang was slightly surprised when he heard the anger of the other party's words.

"Oh? Do you know me? ”

The sword immortal's blood was cold, and the hand holding the sword also popped out an inch of scabbard, but the handsome face was expressionless, and continued.

"The only one who can pick up my sword momentum is the prodigal sword back then!"

When Yun Feiyang heard this, he suddenly wondered, and his thoughts seemed to be pulled to the day of the sword world thirty years ago, when the young were reckless and uninhibited, the rich would help the poor, and the poor would eliminate violence and earn some commissions to live.

How chic it is to fight the sword world like this! If it weren't for the family's parents and brothers, Yun Feiyang would not have started his reluctant Khitwu career early, although many warriors squeezed their heads and failed to win the quota of Khitwu, although he has also kept a low profile in the past thirty years, hoping that someone will take his place, and even thought about being removed from the Pact host country, so that he can return to the rivers and lakes.

It's just that he has always been a latecomer, and it is ashamed to say that Zhongdu is also a big country, and there has been no talented and decent person for many years.

It's been a long time since I've heard of this title of the rivers and lakes that he broke through at the age of eighteen, and he seems to have forgotten it, but he didn't expect anyone to remember, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness, so he chuckled.

"Hehe, it's not a good thing to be remembered by a warrior!"

"A martial artist who is not remembered by others is not a qualified martial artist!"

"Oh? Is it? ”

Questioning and questioning, the anger became more and more tense and dignified.

The two of them were only ten steps apart, both within the strength of their respective swords, and the slightest mistake could lead to death under the opponent's sword.

They seem to be calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is surging, and the sword momentum has already been formed, just waiting for the time to draw the sword.

Zhongdu and Dongyi each had two heavy armor horses that suddenly arrived when Yun Feiyang confronted the bloody demon, rushed all the way to Yun Feiyang, and killed all the way to the bloody demon's side.

Boom!

The two drew their swords almost at the same time, and the swords rang for hundreds of miles!

Swish!

But seeing that the red and white swords came out in unison, both five zhang, they cut the heavily armored iron horsemen who rushed to within ten steps in front of them, and cut them into two together.

The horses did not neigh, the people did not shout, they were not as fast as the two swords, the killing was so that the two middle route armies retreated to a vacant land, and the victory or defeat of the middle road was all in the hands of these two people, and it was futile to rush again.

Not much to say, since the two of them have already drawn their swords, how can they accept it without seeing blood.

Subsequently, the two stepped on the rocks again and shot at the same time.

Qiang !!

In an instant, the red and white sword momentum reflected each other, and there were two figures between the sword momentum that always kept a distance of ten steps between them.

There is a stalemate in the middle, and Yiren is drunk and knows that whether he can break a hole depends on the performance of the Khamman, so it is not appropriate to replenish the troops to send him to death, anyway, this is what the Keather does, and it is not too late to attack in one fell swoop when the winner is divided.

The Yiren were drunk and looked away.

Looking at the place where the thousand long bows on the right side are Zhang Qian, it is also the opposite place of the hundred-step ghost Xunfeng on the left side of Dongyi, and it is also the closest place to Ruyu, only twenty steps away, but if Ruyu has a little change, it will inevitably attract the attention of the soldiers of the two sides at the same time.

At this moment, Ruyu didn't dare to breathe, lying quietly in the deep grass, like a rock, not moving at all.

And both of them are long-range offensives, Thousand Longbow Zhang Qian and Hundred Steps Ghost Xunfeng are both known as those who wear Yang without false hair in 100 steps, so they did not make rash moves, for fear of ruining this ridiculous false name of 100 shots, after all, this name of the rivers and lakes that was finally mixed up can't be passed on by anyone, then it really outweighs the loss.

They were fifty paces from the shallows, and each of them was sheltered behind a rock, but they were both ready, one with a full bowstring and the other with a crossbow loaded, and they were all waiting for their time.

Until the heavy armored iron horsemen who were supported by each arrived and engaged near the shoal.

The time has come, but when?

An arrow and a crossbow were shot at the same time, pointing at the opponent's heavily armored iron horse.

Shout! Shout!

It was only fifty paces away from the iron horse, and one heavy armor on each side was pierced on the spot and fell under the horse.

Zhang Qian did not show weakness, so he mounted three arrows and pointed directly at the opponent's three iron horses.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

After three screams, Dongyi Santieqi fell in response.

How could the hundred-step ghost be willing to lag behind, the crossbow arrow was loaded, and the trigger was pulled with his left hand.

Swish!

One crossbow and three iron riders, all of which came out of their throats, were only better than the thousand longbows and Zhang Qian.

When the iron cavalry on the right side of the capital saw this sword and three lives, they were all shocked, and they all reined in and wanted to turn back.

Unexpectedly!

The hundred-step ghost put another arrow on the crossbow and shot out.