The big day is empty.

From top to bottom, you can see that the four walls of Ping'an City are like ant colonies of horsemen and foot soldiers and bee chrysalis pouring out of the city, but the vast soup is not like walking around, and it is strange that all of them are gathered outside the south city gate.

The cavalry that took the lead from the south gate had not traveled much distance before they showed a momentum of encirclement, like a torrent crashing into a sinking stone, creating waves visible to the naked eye.

Yang Yi's whole body flew out upside down again, and he slammed on a boulder on the side of the road, there was no gravel scene like a fairy fight, but Yang Yi rebounded, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of Yang Yi's throat again, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood.

Yang Yi struggled to stand up, and before he could settle down, he saw two cold rays drawing a circle in the air, and with the forward momentum brought by the horses, the force was enough to completely split a person, no matter how bad it was, at least it could break an adult's head.

However, everyone can feel that when he really blows with all his strength, this guy is actually just spitting blood from his mouth, his figure is embarrassed, and he doesn't look like any fatal injuries at all, what is the situation?

Why did every rise and fall not really touch Yang Yi's figure, and even if he poked straight past, it would be crooked because of the bumps of the horse.

Although everyone was puzzled, they didn't think much about it, the battlefield was changing, and anything was very likely to happen.

But when time passed slowly, whether it was the horseman in it, or the spectators watching from afar, it was a shocking discovery that the young man was still alive! Even at this time, he had already stood up, and there was no sign of falling to the ground inexplicably.

It's simply impossible!

In other words, no one can really stand tall in the torrent of iron horses, and if there is, it is also those real mountain immortals.

But even those cultivators can't be 100% guaranteed that they will be able to stand firm and strong.

And the young man who was in the torrent of iron horses, there was no trace of cultivator's qi flowing up and down his body, but it was like a boulder, and he just carved out a clearing in the current, allowing those sword lights and sword shadows to spin on his body, but he never really touched Yang Yi's vital point.

But to say that these swords and swords really hurt Yang Yi something.

It doesn't seem to be.

In addition to looking a little miserable, I don't know how many blood grooves are all over the whole face.

There was also a ripped mess of clothes, but for the most part, nothing out of the ordinary.

It's not just luck.

How could there be such a vision without the slightest strength?

When the guards who had retreated looked back and saw this amazing scene, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their backs, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

At first glance, it doesn't seem to feel anything, but the more I look at it, the more I look at it, the more I am shocked.

Is this guy still human?

Can you survive this?

Yang Yi's current state is not as easy as everyone sees.

The hesitation itself is to forcibly stand in place, and the qi in the body is churning under the surging river under the torrential rain.

The reverse flow of qi and blood made Yang Yi's entire head buzz, and he could no longer see those iron horses in front of him, but instead there were a little starlight, which covered the entire front of him with white light.

Yang Yi just relied on the thoughts hidden in his heart, and walked slowly and aimlessly towards the front step by step.

At this time, Yang Yi only felt that his body was in a dead silence, and the shocking power brought by the iron riding torrent was completely lost for some reason.

This feeling is like walking alone on the bluestone pavement of the garden, the sun is shining, and if you sniff it gently, you seem to be able to smell a strange fragrance.

The swelling pain in Yang Yi's head slowly weakened, and his originally heavy body seemed to be much lighter, and his steps were staggering, and he actually looked like he was walking leisurely.

It's just that his eyes don't seem to be able to open anything, just like those white rays in front of him completely covering Yang Yi's eyes, dotted with stars, Yang Yi always feels that he is dead now?

This is the world after death?

Yang Yi's whole person seemed to be in another world, and he would never have thought that outside the entire Ping'an City, nearly 20,000 Yueyang soldiers and 10,000 strong iron horsemen were encircling, just surrounding one person, and he couldn't get close to Yang Yi half a step away!

Yang Yi is like a retrograde person walking in the turbulence, completely without the embarrassment he was before, the originally disordered qi slowly closed and gathered together, and he did not stumble because of the dense iron horse riding around him.

This time it's not as simple as being untouchable.

Yang Yi goes one step further with each line.

The sturdy iron horse within ten steps around him collapsed to the ground in an instant without warning, and the rider on his back fell directly to the ground without any reaction time, everything happened too unbelievable.

On the dirt slope, there were three or four horsemen slowly stopping their horses, and if anyone could raise their eyes and take a look, they would find that these people, except for the young man who couldn't even hold up his armor, were all people who stood up to the sky and the earth in the army.

Even every time there is a court meeting, it is an existence that can be face-to-face with the emperor.

Two of them were pale, but they were a little curious about the vision a few miles away, and they didn't know what was going on, and the other general, who was a little violent in his own right, rubbed his itchy hands, forcibly pressed down the thoughts in his heart, and whispered: "What's the matter? Standing here, you can see the flowers?

The other two Jiangling did not have any obvious change in demeanor, and the young man in the armor that did not fit his body smiled disdainfully: "You don't give the head of that person when you go up?"

The violent general glared fiercely at the hairy boy who was unabashed: "What are you pretending to be here with your grandfather and me, if you don't fight the background to make a meritorious feat here, what are you doing?"

This is the way a violent general speaks on weekdays, so even if the scolding is ugly, these people have long been used to it, especially the young man, who has never given him a good face when he sees this guy on weekdays, let alone this one.

You're really right about a little violent reward, he just came to mix up a meritorious service so that he could go back and have a name for himself, but only if he could stop that kid from entering the city.

The tense has developed to the present.

As time goes by, this farce of Ping'an City will inevitably spread throughout Luzhou, if this kid is not completely strangled on the spot in time, and those spectators are not afraid of the big thing to spread everywhere, the status of the entire Yueyang in Luzhou's national fortune will inevitably be reduced to the bottom.

And Yueyang's dynastic status in the entire sublimation Kyushu world will be more than a little lower, and it will completely become a joke of high-rollers in other states.

The young man's thoughts flowed, and finally Zhongzhong patted his forehead, and his eyes fell on the direction of Yang Yi, who shocked the vision of heaven and earth. That's when he understood.

This seemingly ordinary heavenly immortal doesn't want to die by himself, but wants the entire Yueyang to change for it!

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