The clouds that have been accumulated in the sky for a long time must end with a rain, and the war that breaks out must be solidified with blood.

Fengyuan City, which had been suppressed for several days, finally arrived on the day of heavy rain today, and the sound of the rain combined with the people advancing in the distance directly wet the hearts of the people on this wall. At the front of the city wall stood a group of front-line powerhouses in Fengyuan City led by Ning Qianwei and Ning Qianjun, and now these powerhouses showed a tragic momentum with the rain that fell on their faces. The so-called comparison of everything has a result, compared to the strong man of Fengyuan City, Tong Huage Town, it seems much happier, so this dripping rain is also regarded by him as God's last mercy on Fengyuan. Looking back at the victorious army a few hours later, he raised his hand with a proud chest and shouted: "Hurry up and move forward, take Fengyuan as quickly as possible, when we return to the division, this rain will clean Qinghe City, and we will have a new future." Now, as long as we take Fengyuan City in one go, all this will be realized immediately. There is a strong man in the back who is inseparable for us, and we just need to work hard to move forward. After shouting, Qinghe's side was full of heroes, approaching Fengyuan City at a faster speed. At this time, the rain seems to be getting a lot stronger.

Finally, Tonghua Pavilion Town, they arrived at the gate of Fengyuan City. At this time, it is not a wise choice to directly send people to attack the city, and the strong men of both sides must fight a few times, which is the same as the principle of the main general fighting for hundreds of rounds on the battlefield in the early days. But in a world where individuals are clearly far above ordinary people, it is even more important to be single-handed. Of course, as the lord of a city, Tong Hua Ge Zhen must be well versed in this, so he shouted and said: "Gezang, you go and start the battle!" At this time, the selection of people must be very particular, first of all, the person who is infertile cannot come out, and he does not dare to order the indefinite; secondly, this formation cannot be the strong man of other families in Qinghe City, which is related to the core issue of dividing merit; and finally, it cannot be that he personally fight, which is related to a situation. So he called his younger brother Tong Hua Gezang, who was also the second strongest in the family, to fight.

Seeing that someone from Qinghe City came out, Ning Qianwei in Fengyuan City was not hypocritical, and directly sent his younger brother Ning Qianjun. At this time, the strongest outside of him must be sent, after all, it is a battle of life and death, not a friendly match.

The momentum on the fat man Ning Qianjun here suddenly rose, and the person also fluttered lightly, the general trend of this fat man was actually the wind.

The two of them slowly reached the air, and the surrounding raindrops scattered away from their bodies. The momentum of the flow realm swept in all directions, and at this time, Tong Hua Gezang became completely like he was bathing in the sky with a pool of blood, and Ning Qianjun turned into a wind cave, spewing out a violent wind from his body. Many people at the bottom of this scene were moved, after all, many people would not be able to enter the stream realm in their lifetime.

The pool of blood in the sky seemed to be boiling, and the blood curtain rose one by one in Tong Hua Pavilion's hidden hand, and the seeker with low cultivation who was suddenly pulled was unstable, and his qi and blood were floating, as if he was about to float away. It took several miles to retreat for a while to stabilize his qi and blood, Feng Yuan didn't feel this feeling because of the protection of the formation, but seeing the people of Qinghe City retreating so far still made some people's faces pale. The two of them in the battle had no time to pay attention to these changes, this blood curtain became thinner and thinner, and when it was transparent, Tong Hua Gezang shouted: "The blood curtain returns to the yuan", and the blood curtain quickly rolled towards Ning Qianjun; at this time, Ning Qianjun simply became a wind source, and he also shouted: "The breeze sweeps the universe"; the two of them are making moves while gathering momentum. "Blood-stained thousands of miles red". "Wind Drill Penetrating Attack", "Bloody Cutting Thousands of Miles", "Whirlwind Explosion", for a while, the two of them shot wildly, and finally the two of them each took a few steps back. The chest rose and fell, obviously a lot of consumption, and there was a mess around the two. Tong Hua Ge Zang was blown off half of his arm by the whirlwind, but he was originally like drilling in a pool of blood, so it didn't look ugly, but on the other hand, Ning Qianjun was much more miserable, covered in blood, and he didn't know that his own was still Tong Hua Ge Zang, a twister with abnormal calves, plus his fat and outrageous figure, so the overall look was very hideous.

Of course, it is impossible to stop the battle easily at such a time, and the "Blood Swallowing" Tong Hua Pavilion Tibetan Absolute Style is impressively started, and Ning Qianjun over there is also a Pure Wind Erosion. Even the air was miserable. As soon as the two great styles touched, there was a big explosion, and then I saw two people being thrown out like two rags. Tong Hua Ge only had the upper half of the collection left, and one arm was missing, Ning Qianwei was a little better, but there was a fist-sized movement in the left rib, and the twisted half of the leg didn't know where it went.

It is impossible to judge who is better in this battle, but it is enough as a gravitation. So the high-level leaders on both sides slowly rose into the air to prepare for battle, Ning Qianwei glanced at the base camp behind Qinghe from afar, and looked helplessly, he knew that the existence of that tent declared that Feng Yuan had no chance at all, but retreat was not his style, nor was it the style of any seeker. So he shook his head to dispel these thoughts, raised his head and glanced at the strong man rising over there, and a strong momentum suddenly rose on his body, and he quickly rose into the air. So the two groups of people with the core of the Yining family and Tong Hua as the core officially matched, and the two missing ones were also carried back to rescue until the end.

At this time, no one spoke, and at this time, everything was pale, was Tong Hua Pavilion at fault, and Ning Qianwei was responsible? Tong Hua Gezang's actions seem unreasonable but very reasonable, this is the cruelty of this world. Seeking the path of immortality is originally a process of reversing. Ning Qianwei is not wrong, the road of seeking immortality seems to be lonely, but it is not a matter of one person, and it is reasonable to be eliminated and eliminate others. This is the helplessness of the seeker, since he has embarked on this road, it is impossible for anyone not to be stained. Since everyone who has embarked on this single-track road must have this kind of awareness.

At this time, Ning Qianwei was in a frantic state, as the head of a family and the lord of a city, he usually had to have some scruples, but now he had to fight a battle that had no chance of winning at all, but he let it go. It can also be said that it is out of the way. He was the first to strike, smashing Tong Hua Ge Zang with a quick punch, and at the same time kicking a strong man on Tong Hua Ge Zang's left. That Tong Hua Gezang was almost the same as his combat strength, but he attacked the two of them at the same time, which showed that he was really completely open. Seeing that Ning Qianwei was so crazy, Fengyuan City's side took the initiative to attack it, and of course, Qinghe's side would not sit still and quickly counterattack. For a time, the cultivators of all kinds of colors in the entire sky, all kinds of big trends, and all kinds of small potentials were deaf in both ears, and the heavens and the earth were restless.

After a while, both sides began to make moves and began to play with their lives. Ning Qianwei's thunder potential was more powerful in the heavy rain, and he styled the "Five Thunder Punishment World" wheel to cover a large number of strong people in Qinghe, after all, those strong people were very different from Ning Qianwei, and they were all desperately resisting for a while;

Hearing the disillusionment of the sound of battle, he walked out of the tent and looked at the tragic battle in the distance, and his eyes, which were already emotionless, still only had runes beating, maybe the battle in front of him was just a battle and that's it. Suddenly, a maple leaf floated down, and he caught it, and the washed maple leaf looked even more red. He played with this leaf seriously, looked up at the battle that was still going on for a long time, and then looked at the maple leaf and said, "You can actually be more red, it is another kind of supreme glory!"