After Li Sitong finished instructing Tao Wentian, he flew towards his brother, but in the air, he heard Fan Yao's voice ring in his heart, "After half a cup of tea, quickly move closer to me." ”

Li Sitong knew that this was Fan Yao's divine consciousness transmission, and she didn't reply, for fear that Liyuan's divine sense was strong and he intercepted it, but she just tapped her head imperceptibly, and her figure kept flying away.

Without the people behind him, only Fan Yao was left in the entire middle road.

But the entire Fuli Chinese army seemed to have a flood beast in front of them, all of them had serious expressions, and those generals shouted loudly to cheer up their subordinates, just looking at the Xuanyi monk who was alone in the distance and rushed towards this side, his eyes were full of incredulity and a little frightened.

Fan Yao's golden finger wind, with a scorching flame on it, is like a sword, and the sword intent is rushing into the night, relaxed and freehand.

The sword 'pointed' away, just like the people in the market looking at the excitement, and truly reached the supreme realm of doing whatever they wanted.

But every careless 'point' would cause a rider to fall from his horse and die, and the body would not be covered with the slightest scar caused by the sword.

Li Yuan followed behind Fan Yao, his face was extremely ugly, although his palm technique was overwhelming, although there was a palm wind and qi smashed on Fan Yao's body every time, but I saw that his face was getting more and more red, or the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth was about to converge into a stream, but his body was not slow at all, and he was invincible towards the Fuli Chinese army.

"Fan Yao, I see how long you can hold on? Don't die before you reach the gate of the town, and become a laughing stock. Li Yuan said angrily.

Fan Yao has no time to quarrel with him. His strength is like a river, and the three nebulae in his body are majestic and rotate endlessly, stepping on the mountains and moving the sea is already the fastest operation, blocking the abyss and breaking the Chinese army, and the momentum is like a rainbow!

The Fuli monk Kong Zhaowen was mixed with the seemingly most stable Chinese army from the beginning of the war. Now watching Fan Yao slowly kill with the courage of ten thousand people, he can't help but be terrified. After glancing at the form of the field, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Senior Brother Li, why are you following him? ”

When Li Yuan heard this, he reminded him, and he also knew that he was confused for a while, so he immediately flew up and planned to stop Fan Yao's breakthrough head-on.

The man looked at Kong Zhaowen in the air, his eyes were cold and he snorted angrily.

Fan Yao felt that the pressure behind him disappeared, and he also knew that Liyuan was flying forward, but he didn't stop it, just took the opportunity to breathe, looked at Kong Zhaowen in the distance and thought of the two Taoist friends Wu Qing and Zhai Qiang, who died, and his eyes were full of murder for a while.

Kong Zhaowen was so frightened by these two people that he cursed in his heart without showing it on his face, but he flashed into the army and hid himself. Although he knew that it would be useless for the two of them to do so, he just wanted a moment of peace of mind.

Looking at the south gate of Qingwa Town, which was less than half a mile away, Fan Yao took advantage of the kung fu of Liyuan to change his position, the earth star cloud shone brightly, and the power of the five elements of earth under his feet accelerated into his body, wandering around his body, and recovering from a dark injury.

After reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth and let out a long howl.

Li Sitong was fighting with Bai Liqing again, and when he heard Fan Yao's loud whistle, he immediately shouted: "Fellow Daoists, quickly move closer behind Senior Brother Fan, and let's fight together." ”

Li Simiao was killing in front of him, and was about to refute it, Li Sitong's phoenix eyes narrowed, and he said sharply: "Don't grind, this is what I discussed with Senior Brother Fan." If you delay the fighter, it is definitely not something you can afford to afford. ”

Seeing that her sister was angry, Li Simiao could only give up, shouting loudly as Zhang Zhengshan and the others fought and retreated, and converged with Fan Yao.

When he came to Fan Yao's side, he happened to collide with Gu Guanyu and Zhang Qian and others.

Seeing Gu Guanyu and Zhang Qian's ugly faces, they couldn't help but cast an inquiring look.

"I have a few Jindan monks here, and they—they can't get through. Gu Guanyu said gloomily.

Li Simiao shook his head and said, "It's all the same, how can you fight without dying in a war?" Everyone should cheer up immediately and rush into the town first. ”

Fan Yao saw that all the Dajing monks were gathered behind him, and when he saw that the teams on both sides were obviously a few less, he also twitched in his heart.

Then he looked back at Liyuan, who was recalling the Shocking Cloud Sword, and the Fuli army who was also making a convergence, his face was already indifferent, and said: "Leave it to me in front, everyone don't fight in one go." Try to, try not to die again. ”

The next moment, Fan Yaoxuan's clothes fluttered, and his figure suddenly appeared in the sky above the Fuli army, his left hand and two fingers together, and the sword intent pointed at the wind like a dragon flying, as if splashing ink in the air, writing out big characters with earth-shattering killing intent to kill in the air.

With a pause, he stepped on a huge arrow that had just been fired from a bed crossbow.

The huge arrow, weighing hundreds of catties, first froze for a moment, and then smashed back to the ground at a faster speed, not only smashing the bed crossbow, but also the arrow that rolled like a sassal wood slid all the way, and dozens of draggers were crushed on the spot to flesh and blood.

Fan Yao's figure fell to the ground, and when he saw that Liyuan was holding the Shocking Cloud Sword in his hand, he could break his Dragon Sword Intent, so he just smiled slightly, and then took out the 'sword' again.

This sword flew away, castration was too fast, the sword qi was too long, and the sword intent was too much, so that between Fan Yao's fingers and the south gate of Qingwa Town, a slender and brilliant astonishing white rainbow stretched out!

It seems that there is a sword in the world, and the sword is hundreds of zhang long.

This style of play, which completely abandons defense and only seeks to kill with one blow, makes Li Yuan angry, but there is nothing to be done. I knew in my heart that under the similar realm of the two, Fan Yao's magic tricks were even more infinite, and the killing power was amazing.

I wanted to intercept Fan Yao here even if I was defeated, but I had an army of tens of thousands and took the advantage, so I was unwilling.

Under the rapid change of mind, Fan Yao's sword intent was already in his body, and he couldn't help but hold the Shocking Cloud Sword in his hand to protect the vital points around him, and after the sonorous sound, he couldn't help but slide back a few steps.

Step back, step by step.

Fan Yao's sword momentum has been completed, and he has no time to wipe away the blood that continues to ooze from the corners of his mouth, and when he is reluctant to leave the abyss, he strides forward to kill with the courage of ten thousand invincibles.

The Chinese army in Fuli was divided into three roads, each with an interval of twenty paces, and seeing this situation, the generals in the center hurriedly ordered the flag to dance in a hurry.

The soldiers in the phalanx on both sides lowered their arrows and crossbows, and then their spears were fierce, and they surrounded and killed the other man.

Fan Yao, who was moving forward slowly, seemed relatively quiet at this time, the golden wind with flames was swaying, suddenly appearing brightly, and disappeared in an instant, like a thunderous masterpiece in the clouds, there were dragons occasionally showing hideousness, and Zhang Xu glared.

This is simply the extreme use of the dragon sword intent. This made Li Sitong, who occasionally glanced at the battle situation behind him, dizzy. At the moment, there is a kind of learning, and the flying sword is like a dragon flying and dancing, and the Fuli monks and Fuli border troops who attack from both sides are not stopped.

Fan Yao moved forward steadily, not in a hurry or impatiently, and his mind was the place where the golden sword intent bloomed.

Behind him, the Dajing monks resisted the attacks of the cavalry and monks on both sides. As I walked, I felt muddy under my feet.

I felt strange in my heart, and I looked at my feet, but I saw the black and purple mud sticking to my feet, and suddenly it was suddenly realized that this should be the number of enemy soldiers killed by Fan Yao, and the blood flowed to the ground, and the soil that was about to freeze in early winter was stirred into mud.

At first, he was shocked in his heart, and then his spirit was greatly lifted, and he tried his best to kill the Fuli army that was coming to block.

Seeing that Fan Yao led the Dajing monks to get closer and closer to the south gate of the town, and seeing that the Fuli Chinese army had suffered countless casualties, the general who was standing under the Daxu and was giving orders sighed, and then waved his hand to greet a general who was supervising the battle on the side.

When the general spread his wings and flew over, he threw the command flag in his hand, and casually drew a spear behind him and held it in his hand.

The general took the command flag and said in shock: "General, why are you doing this?"

The spear-wielding general shouted, "After I die, General Zhang will lead the army on my behalf and cooperate with the Venerable Master to strangle the Dajing monks." ”

The generals beside him suddenly received the order, and then raised their heads, looking at the general holding the spear with a reluctant and slightly resentful expression.

"I don't have the heart to leave the Venerable Master, so I'll help him. An inaudible sentence floated into the ears of the general holding the command flag.

Without waiting for him to say something to dissuade him, the spear-wielding warrior opened his wings and closed his wings, faster than lightning, and rushed towards the head of the Dajing monk.

It was a distance of less than a hundred zhang, and when the spear was at its peak, it had already come to Fan Yao.

Fan Yaogang and Li Yuan exchanged a sword intent, looked at the spear approaching the body, and swung it out at will, in the sound of thunder, although the general tried his best to wave his wings, he still staggered back more than ten steps.

Under the impact of the finger wind and the spear, there was a ripple of qi visible to the naked eye, like a mirror erected, and under the huge impact, the big sword near the warrior's back not only hunted, but even the extremely tough flagpole bent back in an astonishing arc.

"General Tuoba, this person is not your capable enemy, so don't retreat quickly!" Li Yuan shouted loudly.

After the general stood still, he didn't pay attention to Liyuan, but looked at the Fuli soldiers around him, and said in a deep voice: "How can you say that you have no brother, and you have no son, how can you say that you have no brother, and join hands with your son!"

After finishing speaking, he held the spear with his muscles cracked and bleeding hands, the tip of the spear pointed at Fan Yao, his face showed resoluteness, the tiger roared, and continued to rush forward, which was extremely tragic.

"If I hadn't died at the hands of my dear elders at the hands of the Fuli army, maybe I would have spared your life. Even if it weren't for the battlefield, I might have had a drink with you. But, alas. ”

Fan Yao sighed and said, looking at the man who came bravely with a spear, and gradually, he coincided with Wang Zhuang in the broken temple a few years ago.

The next moment, the spear shattered in the cold whistle of the golden finger wind, and the general's body slowly fell backwards, and after the sound of "bang!", there was no more life.