The people who were lucky enough to see Luan Feng are now dead.

This is an old-fashioned joke, I don't know what year and month it came from, just listening to the little bit of Jianghu Qi in it, it seems that it should come from some fool who runs the rivers and lakes, cold and boring.

The reason why the joke is a joke is because the joke itself is very absurd, and there are records in the history books, Luan Feng appeared in the ancient holy kings when they were established, and it is impossible to verify it this year, and even different versions of the "history books" have different "speculations", some say "10,000 years", some say "9,000 years"...... When it comes to the storyteller's playbook, it is even more bizarre, so he simply pulls out a sentence "The words say that tens of thousands of years ago in ancient times ......"

But whether it is 10,000 years or 9,000 years, at least one thing is certain, people at that time could not live to this day, even the legendary ancient saint king and the nine generals under his throne who cultivated as a god, the lifespan is only a few hundred years, and in the end it is not a "dust to dust, dust to earth, should go, should not be left ......"

The people who have seen Luan Feng mentioned in the joke are of course dead, not from divine power, but from flying time.

It's just that today, the people on the battlefield can't help but think of this cold and boring joke, because they really saw the legendary Luan Feng, saw her elegant posture and dazzling wings, soaring into the sky, like a god returning to the world!

Li Mo had long forgotten the unbearable pain just now, and looked at the red light rising in the distance desperately, but the red light was too dazzling, even if tears continued to wash his eyes, it was useless, and there was a sense of humility in his heart that he wanted to kneel and prostrate immediately.

There was a dead silence on the whole battlefield, the person who beat the drum forgot to beat the drum, the person who waved the flag forgot to wave the flag, the battle axe of the heavy axeman stayed above the helmet of the Shenwu Heavenly Army, but it did not fall for a long time, and the horse lance was still an inch away from the chest of the Qingzhou ghost rider, but it did not advance half a minute.

Many of the horses began to tremble with their legs, and some of them had already knelt down with a low hum, and the rider was thrown to the ground without any suspense, but after landing, he was still stunned and did not get up immediately.

Gao Changgong squinted his eyes, also staring at the round of "Rising Sun", and the red fire rolled and spread among the clouds, as if it was about to cover the entire sky.

"I see. Gao Changgong said softly.

He didn't shout for the people around him to leave, knowing that there was no time.

The fiery red figure was extremely fast, as fast as a star falling on the earth, and the raging flames scattered in all directions, rushing all the way in his direction.

Gao Changgong clenched the spear in his hand, his knees slowly sank, with his deep luck, a powerful aura suddenly formed in front of him, a body of qi and blood surged up, constantly rushing and roaring in the meridians, he didn't need to think about it, "Gentian" has naturally reached the most suitable position for the gun!

The next moment, two breathtaking rays of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and the sharp tip of the spear swept through the sky with a chill that swept the heavens and the earth!

Counting, he Gao Changgong has killed fierce beasts beyond the Great Wall, seen the dragon in the tomb of King Ye, and stabbed the giant palm of the dragon with a perfect shot, and now, how fortunate is he to be able to confront the legendary Luan Niao head-on......

Enough to comfort life.

However, he had already sensed something unusual about this Luan Feng.

This is not the legendary divine beast in the world, every feather and every inch of it is gorgeous, it is just an extension of a person's powerful power, and even this monstrous fire is just a vision formed by her peak spiritual power.

Innate fire.

In other words, this is the art of detachment.

Qin Ke once showed his innate wind technique in the tomb of King Ye, that is, the technique of Xunfeng, but unfortunately limited by Qin Ke's cultivation at that time, there was no shocking scene, but Gao Changgong understood that the innate technique was subtle and profound, and the technique of Xunfeng was not the true face of this technique, because in addition to the technique of Xunfeng, there were other innate techniques.

Talking with Zhuge Wanling, he knew that the innate magic came from "that group of people", and he thought that this Luan Niao should also be one of the masters of that group of people, but he didn't know what role this person played in it.

Zhuge Wanling once said that the mysterious "Lord" in that group of people is proficient in the art of leaving fire, could it be him?

With such a guess, the tip of Gao Changgong's spear trembled slightly.

It's not that he hasn't faced powerful enemies, such as Xiang Chu who had just been defeated, Wang Xuanwei who fought with him in the Tomb of King Ye, or the Mo family giants who had studied in the past, which one was not the top grandmaster master in the world, but they were still people.

And what he is about to face is a "saint".

Jing Wu God of War, will he also be afraid?

No.

The moment the gun was fired, the tip of the gun, which was still a little trembling, suddenly collapsed and straightened, Gao Changgong's body sank, the soles of a pair of boots suddenly cracked, and the ground around the soles of his feet cracked inch by inch, and at the same time, his whole person rose into the air with the spear!

No one saw the shadow of the gun.

No one saw his shadow.

Because that's already a straight line.

Even because the speed was too fast, there was no wind involved, and it was only constantly breaking through and stabbing upwards.

In the original Ye Wang Mausoleum, the shot that had injured the giant palm of the divine dragon was once again presented from Gao Changgong's hand.

Seeing this, Luan Feng let out a clear whistle, with majesty and solemnity, he suddenly spread his wings, and the scorching aura dried the surrounding clouds in an instant, and then the fire poured down, engulfing the hundreds of soldiers who were still at a loss for what to do, and turned into a piece of charcoal.

When the Tang army saw such a scene, their morale was full for a while, and they shouted "Luan Feng protects my Tang Kingdom", and rushed over with weapons to kill him!

"Fourth brother, be careful!" Gao Yanzong looked at the scorched earth that was still hot in shock, and a chill suddenly enveloped his body.

Even if he knew that Gao Changgong's cultivation was profound, but in the face of such a divine object, where would he have a chance of winning?

"General!" The commander of the guard battalion, who was saved by Gao Changgong, was desperate to step into the sea of fire at this time, and before Gao Changgong was within a hundred steps, the bun on his head was already scorched, if it weren't for the surrounding guards frantically restraining his body and forcibly dragging him back, I am afraid he would also become a few pieces of black ash in the scorched earth.

"What are you doing! Lao Tzu has cut you down!" Let go!" The commander of the guard battalion was forcibly dragged by the three of them, and shouted wildly at the sky: "If the general is here, the guard camp is here, if the general is not there, what's the use of keeping the guard battalion! Let go of me!"

He pulled out the knife with all his might, but after all, he couldn't bear to kill his subordinates, so he could only slap them with the knife face, and slapped them to the ground, then he turned around, dragged the knife again, stared at the fire with red eyes, and said miserably: "General...... The end is coming. ”

He took a step, faced the terrible heat, and began to run.

He was one of the Qingzhou ghost cavalry veterans who followed Gao Changgong across the territory of the Tang Kingdom, and from that day on, he made up his mind to follow Gao Changgong for the rest of his life, and he would not regret his death.

But maybe God wanted to play a joke with him, but his appearance of seeing death as if he was at home didn't last long.

For just as he was about to step into the range of the sea of fire, a fresh wind blew, and he only heard a thump in his chest, as if he had been suddenly struck by something, and flew backwards and fell back into the group of guards.

In the flames, Luan Feng's body rose, and the bright cry still resounded through the four fields, but this time it was a little painful and angry, and everyone saw that on Luan Feng's left wing, there was a palm-sized hole, and some fireballs like blood continued to drip down.

There was a figure standing in the middle of the fire, spear in hand, the tip charred black, but still flashing with a few silver rays.

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