Now Feng Xing is the only one left.

When the solemn voice fell, I saw Feng Xing step out, with a chilling sword intent on his body, and as soon as his palm fell, he landed on the first war drum, and in an instant, the war drum made a huge sound.

With just one blow, the crowd's eyes trembled and they felt his strong inner end.

"The smoke rises, the mountains and rivers are chaotic!"

"Rise and fall!"

The high-pitched voice shook the eardrums, and the crowd gave birth to one of the images: the hero standing in the middle of the battlefield with his sword in his hand, roaring angrily and looking up to the sky.

"Boom!"

The second war drum sounded thoroughly.

"Black horse, step on Qingchuan!"

"Tianzhong is proud and proud!"

Feng Xing's voice was still the same, and the war drums were roaring, and the drums kept beating, but in the blink of an eye, the war drums in front of Feng Xing had already been whined, and fifty-one drums had been sounded.

That tone still carried Feng Xing's footsteps non-stop, and his voice became more and more high, full of passion.

"Look at the floating life, look at the room!"

"You are proud and glorious!"

"See you on the battlefield, the killing intent is here!"

"Gentleman Yinuo is back then!"

"Boom" The seventy-third war drum sounded and reverberated in the space.

At this time, the sword intent on Feng Xing's body, Lingyun Heaven and Earth, and the ambitious words in his mouth fused with everything, as if they were going to shatter the Nine Heavens.

At the same time, an incomparably surging momentum and an unstoppable sword momentum continued to spread from Fengxing, enveloping everyone in the space.

"The yellow sand is filled with wind like sword light, and the iron horse is stepping on the blood and remnants of the sun!"

"This king is defeated and the battlefield of Hongchen is impermanent!"

"Three feet of loess, bury the bones!"

Feng Xing's palm was raised again, and the surging momentum of the carrier easily beat the seventy-ninth war drum, making the hearts of the crowd tremble, and it was already the seventy-ninth war drum.

"Talking and laughing, who is the craziest!"

"Thousands of troops are in chaos, and thousands of horses are flying!"

"Who can be the king of this troubled world, the prince and the general!"

"The fame of a lifetime is nothing but a thousand years of wind!"

The sound of incomparably arrogant roaring pride filled the sky, and the arrogant young man was burning with endless brilliance, a palm was struck, or a punch fell, the brilliant white light flickered, and the eightieth war drum was like a leaf moving with the wind, and it sounded for nine nights.

At this time, Feng Xing's movements finally stopped, his clothes and long silver hair fluttered in the air, uninhibited, and frivolous, his shocking voice still echoed in the space, and could not be extinguished, trembling round after round in the minds of the crowd.

"The smoke rises, the mountains and rivers are chaotic!"

"Rise and fall!"

"Black horse, step on Qingchuan!"

"Tianzhong is proud and proud!"

"Look at the floating life, look at the room!"

"You are proud and glorious!"

"See you on the battlefield, the killing intent is here!"

"Gentleman Yinuo is back then!"

"The yellow sand is filled with wind like sword light, and the iron horse is stepping on the blood and remnants of the sun!"

"This king is defeated and the battlefield of Hongchen is impermanent!"

"Three feet of loess, bury the bones!"

"Talking and laughing, who is the craziest!"

"Thousands of troops are in chaos, and thousands of horses are flying!"

"Who can be the king of this troubled world, the prince and the general!"

"The fame of a lifetime is nothing but a thousand years of wind!"

What a passionate word, this is called the real Lingyun ambition, heroic nature, blood boiling, heroic spirit in the sky, shining in the sun and moon, blood spilled on the battlefield, cold light............