Yi Ting waved his hand to stop the people behind him, and walked slowly towards the solemn queue on the street in front of him.

"You stay first, and arrange for two detachments to go around from the side." Jin Fengming didn't turn around, explained, and walked forward towards Yi Ting.

The gunfire in the city is still there, but now the street gives the illusion of strange silence.

The two younger generation of martial arts masters walked towards each other opposite each other, and under the traction of the qi engine, the air no longer seemed to flow. Soldiers on both sides of the street felt a sense of oppression and drekiness.

At a distance of more than 300 meters, the two of them didn't seem to be walking fast, but in fact, every step was a meter away, just a little more than a minute, and the two stood still at a distance of about 30 meters and looked at each other.

"Why, junior brother, are you the enemy of my Dajin Kingdom?" Jin Feng sighed silently.

Yi Ting showed a mocking smile: "Little junior brother? You still think you are my sixth senior brother! When you attacked the Eastern Wolf Clan's Jiangcheng, did you still have the high priest master in your eyes? After a pause, Yi Ting restrained his smile and his tone turned indifferent. As for why I am the enemy of the Jin country, your Jin family can answer it even more. ”

Jin Fengming smiled: "That's right, where is there so much right and wrong." Just like the soldiers behind you and me, when you go to the battlefield, you are the only one who lives and dies, and there is no need to say what is right or wrong. ”

Yi Ting stopped talking, slowly pulled out a long sword from behind him, lifted it upside down in one hand, and looked at Jin Fengming.

"Wind Sword?!" Jin Fengming was obviously taken aback when he saw the long sword. "My grandfather ......"

Yi Ting nodded, Jin Fengming immediately stopped, turned his face full of solemnity, his eyes revealed a fierceness, and silently took off a long backpack on his back, and took out three short sticks, one of which also had a spear head.

Jin Fengming threw his backpack aside, gently sliced the three short sticks together, and a pitch-black and reflective Qi Ren Gao Wusa spear appeared in his hand.

Gently stroking the body and head of the spear, Jin Fengming said slowly: "This spear is called Breaking Delusion, and like the Fengyin Long Sword in your hand, it is one of the three treasure weapons inherited by my Jin family. ”

Then his eyes were cold, Sen Ran looked at Yi Ting and said, "I want to avenge my grandfather!" ”

Yi Ting chuckled: "Your grandfather Jin Yongchang died at my hands, where did you get your confidence, hehe!" ”

Yi Ting sensed that more Murong Village soldiers rushed over behind him, and stretched out his finger and pointed to a building next to the street: "How about going up to the roof with me to fight?" ”

Without waiting for an answer, Yi Ting took the lead in entering the building, found the elevator, entered first, and saw Jin Fengming following in with a spear, so he closed the elevator by himself first, and pressed the top floor of the lower floor No. 18.

Up to the rooftop of the building, there is no more clutter except for two large cisterns and several huge solar water heaters.

Looking down from the roof, there are puffs of smoke drifting through, and in the distance, the floors are not high, only the low-rise buildings in the nearby area and some damaged houses.

didn't wait long, Jin Fengming also went up to the rooftop, a gust of wind blew, and the hair of the two of them was a little flying.

Perhaps it was instinct, the position chosen by Yi Ting was upwind, and Jin Feng walked more than ten meters in front of Yi Ting and stood still.

The sword and gun were opposite, Jin Fengming wanted to say something, Yi Ting had already taken the initiative to rush in, raised his sword with both hands and slashed in the air, Jin Fengming's spear was horizontal, raised above his head, and his hands rotated.

Bite! There was a crisp sound, and the gun and sword were separated with a touch. The long sword slashed horizontally, the spear continued to rotate, and the spear head stabbed diagonally towards Yi Ting's neck.

Yi Ting's figure retreated slightly, and the long sword returned to defense, and there was another ding.

At the beginning, the two of them were fast fighting, swords and guns were staggered, and they made clanging from time to time. Ten minutes later, fierce gunshots rang out downstairs, and the movements of the two gradually slowed down more and more.

Bang dang! The two struck each other with guns and swords, collided with each other, and each took a few steps back.

Yi Ting was sweating profusely, and his long sword trembled slightly.

Jin Fengming's face was pale, his eyes were more focused, he adjusted his pace, and the pitch-black spear pointed at Yi Ting, and then, the spear first burst out with a terrifying momentum, and then converged like an ordinary burning iron rod.

Yi Ting's whole body immediately tightened, and the air around him seemed to become viscous. It seems that Jin Fengming has made a big move. The long sword in his hand shook, and a soft sound sounded in the wind, and Yi Ting immediately felt a little lighter on his body.

The spear was slowly and steadily handed out, and the tip of the sword trembled, sending out an invisible divine soul power to meet it.

It is similar to when Kim Yongchang cast the soul lock Jin Guan, but it is different. Yi Ting's long sword stabbed out, quite a rhyme that fits and leads the momentum of heaven and earth.

One second...... Two seconds...... In ten seconds, the tip of the spear and the tip of the sword became slower and slower, and finally came together.

Boom! Like a bang. Thunder, like a bomb. The bullet bursts.

On the roof of the building, high-pressure air compressed in a sealed space suddenly finds a pouring port and swells violently.

Yi Ting's body suddenly turned into an afterimage from extremely slow, and flew backwards quickly. A few wisps of blood spilled in the air.

With a loud bang, Yi Ting's body hit a roof cistern, smashing through the wall, splashing everywhere, a human-sized gap appeared, and the water flowed out, quickly forming a shallow large pool on the roof.

Jin Fengming's body shook slightly, and his face became even paler.

Entering the pool, surrounded by water pressure, Yi Ting felt a wisp of anger transmitted by the Wind Yin Sword, and then a force was transmitted from the sword body into Yi Ting's body.

Yi Ting's body trembled, and it seemed to merge with the surrounding water, and the previous feelings in the Bermuda whirlpool surfaced in his heart......

After a few seconds, it seemed like a long, long time. Yi Ting's figure suddenly burst out of the pool and landed on the wall on one side of the pool. Her hair was still dripping and blood was spilling from the corners of her mouth.

"I forgot to tell you," Jin Fengming's voice was a little hoarse, but his expression was a little proud, "The reason why the delusion-breaking spear is called delusion-breaking is that it can break the attack of the power of the divine soul, and it can be said that it can just restrain the wind sword." ”

Yi Ting had a horizontal sword in one hand and a light wipe on the dripping sword body with the other, and was silent without answering, just slowly stepping out into the air in front of him.

Walk on the ground! Walk on the ground! How can it be? Jin Fengming's eyes widened. The Peak Martial Sect is only borrowing power in the air once or twice, how can it be possible to step in the air? But the ...... is in front of you

The Yi Pavilion on the edge of the pool is like walking a small slope from the air, one step at a time...... Walking to the ground without footprints, he landed on the ground on the roof of the building, half-footed deep water.

looked at Jin Fengming with a joyless and sad expression, and said flatly: "The wind rises." ”

The long sword rose slightly, and a swirling wind suddenly rose in the air, with Yi Ting as the center, and carried out a tornado-like roar, forming a wind circle.

There was not a hint of wind in the circle, but some white clouds above the sky were being pulled, and the nearest clouds were showing signs of approaching.

Jin Fengming bit off one of his fingers and dripped blood onto the body of the Broken Spear.

"Sword Groan." Yi Ting opened his lips again and exhaled. The long sword in his hand rose above his head and stood straight. A vast and distant tune came out, and if you listened carefully, you couldn't determine where the sound came from, as if it resounded directly in the sea of people's knowledge.

Jin Feng shook his spear, stood up straight, closed his eyes and did not move.

Yi Ting's long sword surrounds the front of his body, walking up and down, left and right, one person dances with a long sword, the movements are simple and gentle, and the body cooperates like a cloud, full of elegantness.

The swirling tornado grew faster and higher, slowly touching the clouds. The golden wind in the wind circle stands quietly, Yi Ting makes a sword, between static and moving, contrasting with each other.

At some point, a slight rain fell in the sky above the roof, like a mist like a phantom.

Jin Fengming's eyelids trembled to show that his brain was in an unprecedented state of activity, and the expression on his face began to fluctuate......

Yi Ting's sword dance speed slowly accelerated, and after only a minute or two, it turned from soft and slow to a fishy iron horse, and the rain in the air finally converged into soybean-sized raindrops.

Jin Fengming's hand holding the gun began to shake slightly, his face was full of anger, and he held the spear tightly in his hand, exuding a strong killing intent all over his body.

Suddenly, the pitch-black spear trembled, making a sound that was almost inaudible to the flesh, and Yi Ting's long sword froze, and its movements stopped.

Jin Fengming opened his eyes suddenly, his face turned from white to blue and then to red, his chest rose and fell several times, his whole body withered, and he grabbed the spear with both hands and held it up.

"The hegemony is not paid for a gun, the emperor is ...... Ha ha...... I want this iron rod, what is the use? Hahaha...... "Jin Fengming bowed his head in the rain, full of unwillingness and resentment, and in the hoarse and intermittent laughter, he finally turned lonely.

Jin Fengming sat down with the spear, and as soon as his hand was released, the spear fell to the side and fell to the ground, smashing into the shallow water on the roof of the building, splashing on both sides.

The swirling wind circle dispersed, and the raindrops stopped.

In the melee in the streets and alleys of Guanyang City, in front of the 20,000 troops cultivated by the pure martial artists of Murong Village, whether the Jin State troops were 300,000 or 200,000 troops, it was just a numerical difference that could not be resisted.

At night, Guanyang City finally slowly quieted down.

Nearly 200,000 disarmed soldiers of the Jin Kingdom began to clean up the battlefield under the supervision of the Eastern Wolf Clan's troops.

As some of the burning buildings were extinguished, the entire Guanyang City was slowly shrouded in a thick night, making it look dim and noisy.

And in Jianfengling, between Xiangyang and Weiyang in the Jin Kingdom, at this time, artillery fire did illuminate the sky within a range of several kilometers nearby.

From a distance, it looks like a dazzling fireworks show. Unfortunately, this is a battlefield where countless lives bloom and go out.

The lives of many soldiers are like fireworks, not colorful, but they are annihilated on this night.

"Report to the old marshal!" The guards saluted and reported, "Guanyang City battle report, the Eastern Wolf Clan captured Guanyang City and captured 210,000 people. ”

Bei Mingni looked at the map: "So fast! This Yi Ting can always exceed the unexpected. ”

After pondering for a while, Bei Mingni said to himself: "Holy Lord, you want to take down this army of the Eastern Wolf Clan by the way, not to mention the combat strength of the troops, now that the time has passed...... The skull hurts......"

"Pass the order, if you can't take Jianfeng Ridge tomorrow morning, let the commander cut it off himself." Bei Mingni issued a loud order.

"Yes!"

Bei Mingni then added: "Tell Bei Mingren and let him mobilize another 100,000 cannons. Bullet, I'm going to use it tomorrow morning. ”