Yun Feiyang hung his sword upside down, and in an instant, dozens of sword momentum shot out from top to bottom.

In the staggered room, the nameless and cold quicksand had passed out to death, Yun Feiyang was also seriously injured and stood on his sword and knelt on the ground, staring at the battlefield, full of corpses, this round down, only Dongbo Haoran and his deputy general Cheng Hao were left in the capital, and there were a hundred soldiers.

Despite this, the remaining Zhongdu people at the gate of the city never returned to the city, and kept standing behind Dongbo Haoran and other soldiers.

Yun Feiyang was seriously injured, Nanqiu Tieyan closed his eyebrows slightly, and he had no intention of helping, and saw Yun Feiyang slowly rise with his sword, looking at Dongbo Haoran and the others, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"General Dongbo, it's your turn!"

Yun Feiyang's words seemed provocative, but in fact he was helpless, he followed Dongbo Haoran for not a day or two, and he knew that he couldn't help himself.

"Feiyang, this day has finally come!"

Yun Fei raised his head and lowered his eyebrows, but the sword in his hand was still in his hand, and he slowly lifted it up, he didn't point to Dongbo Haoran, and was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Qiwu battlefield, I can't help myself!"

The sword is not aimed at Dongbo Haoran, this is the last respect that Yun Feiyang can give to this general, Dongbo Haoran looked at his demeanor, smiled warmly and sighed secretly.

"Why shouldn't I?"

Yun Feiyang invited to fight, Zhongdu would not escape, Dongbo Haoran accompanied the last hundred soldiers, and took the lead in meeting him without waiting for his order, never greedy for life and not afraid of death.

This is the soldier brought out by Dongbo Haoran, and they are all good sons.

Yun Fei swept his sword upward, and drew a sword momentum in the air.

Swish!

Nearly 30 soldiers broke their heavy armor on the spot, broke their waists, and splashed blood.

The two sides did not stop, and the soldiers were not afraid of the means of flying clouds, and tirelessly followed one after another.

Whew!

There were several more domineering sword movements, and the soldiers were all buried under the prodigal sword of the flying clouds.

How tragic!

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