I saw that Yan Lou's originally blood-red eyes suddenly turned blue, as if a soul fire was burning in them.

The violent qi on his body also softened in an instant, although it was soft but not gentle, it was just changed to a true qi nature full of lethality.

He had only used this trick twice before, the first time was to raise troops with 2,500 Jurchen soldiers with Wanyan Aguta, resist the tyranny of the Liao State, and take the first step towards Jurchen independence.

The second time was the battle of Huanglongfu, more than 1,000 soldiers and horses were trapped in the ninefold, and there were countless Liao troops around them, and every step was taken to kill several people and be stabbed.

In these two battles, he repeatedly encountered desperate situations, but he was able to create miracles every time, turning defeat into victory, at the cost of overdrawing ten years of life every time he used it.

I saw that Yan Lou Room slashed into the void, with an absolutely calm artistic conception in the blade, it was his sword intent!

As a battlefield general, a famous general who is proficient in the situation and skills of soldiers, he has sublimated his thoughts from the killing full of boiling blood.

Let him no matter where he is or what kind of despair he encounters, he can point out the most correct path with the calmest judgment.

Today, he is going to fight to cut a life!

Suddenly!

Fan Zhuoyuan's fist intent, which was originally hidden in the battlefield killing intent, was attracted by this, and it actually emerged, turning from invisible to tangible, and collided with Kang Long's regretful strength on this knife at the same time!

After Yan Lou's room, the big knife trembled, and a big knife made of pure steel weighing seventy or eighty pounds seemed to be soft into noodles at this time, shaking more than once.

Wan Yan Lou was also forced to take a few steps back to stabilize the terrifying force in the knife, and it took a long time to regain stability.

At this time, the two of them were facing each other several feet apart, and the blue aura in Wan Yan Lou's eyes was even more obvious, he stood still with a knife in his hands, but his momentum was rising, and there was an indescribable innate true qi around his body.

Fan Zhuoyuan knew that the other party was improving his strength and condensing the sword intent, at this time, the two sides were pulled by the qi machine, once Fan Zhuoyuan attacked forward, the knife in the opponent's hand would inevitably be cut out with the most fierce attitude.

Seeing this, he sneered, if you want to win quickly with strength, then I will force you to be strong, just wait for you to climb to the top, and then crush you in one fell swoop!

As a result, he began to control the structural changes in his body, transforming from an internal energy system to a qi and blood system, a process that has now been shortened to just thirty breaths after continuous cultivation.

At the same time, he put the girl in his arms on the ground, still covering her head with a cloak.

Fan Zhuoyuan leaned into her ear and whispered, "Don't uncover the cloak, otherwise you won't see your father." ”

The girl nodded vigorously, and stayed very quietly.

Then Fan Zhuoyuan stood up and concentrated on switching the energy system, he wanted to use the strongest strength to defeat the other party, and the strongest strength was not the internal strength he cultivated, but his own unique and unique qi and blood.

In this state, he can constantly surpass the limit of explosive power, although this power is direct and unchanging, but in a head-on conflict, there is no internal strength that can be achieved.

The soldiers who were fighting around saw the two quietly confronting each other, and a golden soldier was not honest and quietly killed with a knife.

Immediately, Fan Zhuoyuan's personal soldiers rushed away, and then more Jin soldiers counterattacked, causing more Xiaojie troops to rush to support.

Originally, they fought on horseback, but when they got into a crowded melee, of course, sitting on horses was not more conducive to walking, so many people simply dismounted and fought, making the fight even more bloody and fierce.

The thirtieth breath has arrived, and all the knife intent gathered in Wanyan Lou's room has converged on itself, and then spread to the knife, locking on Fan Zhuoyuan's body from afar.

Fan Zhuoyuan had also completely switched to the qi and blood system, and immediately started liberation, the skin of his whole body was red and bloody, and the strong murderous aura emitted made the snowflakes in the sky swirl, forming tornadoes visible to the naked eye, floating over the battlefield.

The snow fell more rapidly, but it still couldn't hide the blood on the ground, red mixed with speckled white, this is the white cherry blossom that grows above the river of blood?

They are extremely pure and cruel to the extreme, and this beauty, in the noise of fighting, seems extremely thrilling.

The girl covered in the cloak, she couldn't see anything, the only thing she could see was the blood under her feet and the bits of pure white in the blood.

So she involuntarily squatted down and touched the little white flower with her hand, and the white flower disappeared as soon as she touched it, and then she saw that all the white flowers under her feet were disappearing.

The red blood, however, seemed to be boiling, devouring all the white.

The girl walked a few steps and found that it was everywhere......

This was a vision caused by the battle intent between Fan Zhuoyuan and Wanyan Lou's room, which made the ground tremble.

Wan Yan Lou looked at Fan Zhuoyuan and smiled slightly, "If I win, I will break your crest bone and store it in the highest position in my trophy storage room, which will be the greatest pride of my life!" ”

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

Fan Zhuoyuan said indifferently: "When you say this, it means that you don't have the determination to win, so you are dead." ”

Wan Yan Lou room's eyes froze, "Take out all your strength to show your arrogance!" ”

Saying that, a knife slashed from top to bottom, and the distance between the two sides seemed to be smoothed out in an instant, and the two quickly reached the opponent's attack range in their original posture!

The sword fell, and the snow that was whirling in mid-air was blown apart by the agitated knife wind, and the snow curtain was as if it had been cut, presenting a snow scene that divided the world one by one!

Fan Zhuoyuan's offensive is still so unpretentious, twisting his waist, turning his hips, kicking the ground, stepping forward, punching, all in one go!

The muscles and muscles of the body are used to use the extreme punching method, and the blood in the inner body is boiling, and the fire is condensed, but it is the most explosive move in the palm of the dragon god that the hidden dragon should not use.

The combination of the two, and then into the outer way, the strongest fist intent!

The fist blade seemed to pierce the space, obviously there was a distance of the Glaive Knife in Wanyan Lou's room, but he ignored it with Fan Zhuoyuan's body, and against the blue knife momentum of Wanyan Lou's room, he first struck a blow to break the canopy of the blade, and then hit Wanyan Lou's chest with the remaining momentum!

The heart goggles were visibly shattered with the naked eye, and the armor on his body collapsed, shattering like rain, and then the fist full of qi officially touched his body, like a spear directly penetrating into it, piercing out from behind!

Fan Zhuoyuan clinged to Wanyan Lou's room, and the big knife of Wanyan Lou's room slashed on the snow, and there was a deep and long knife mark on the ground, which was five zhang away!

But his body hung on Fan Zhuoyuan's right arm, and Fan Zhuoyuan pulled his arm out of his chest inch by inch.

Blood spurted out of Wan Yan Lou's mouth in pain and poured on Fan Zhuoyuan's armor.

"It's over, I'll crush the arrogance of your Jurchens with your head."

This was the last thing Yan Lou heard in the room, his eyes widened, he stopped breathing completely, and leaned weakly on Fan Zhuoyuan.

Then he was lifted high by Fan Zhuoyuan, supported by his Glaive Knife, and displayed to everyone on the battlefield!

Your god of war has fallen!

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