Seeing the six people beating their horses and leaving, Xing Lei and Hua Yuluo were about to go to chase after them.

Chu Tian hurriedly stopped the two of them and sighed lightly: "It's just in vain." ”

Hearing this, Xing Lei and Hua Yuluo stopped and remained silent.

Not long after, Yan Shan, Wanyan Guge, Qin Han, Liu Ruobai, Li Ruoxian and Meng Tian led the Jin cavalry to break out of the encirclement.

A general in silver armor clasped his fists slightly at the six of them, and said in a deep voice, "General Wanyan is on the high slope over there. As soon as the words fell, he led the cavalry of the Jin Kingdom to kill him again.

"Don't leave it here, there will be a period later!" Qin Han also beat his horse and left.

Without hesitation, the other five men beat their horses and ran towards the high slope.

On the high slope, Wanyan Xue'er was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Daddy, brother and brother Yan have fought their way out of the encirclement. ”

Silence, deathly silence.

Wanyan Honglie was sitting precariously, looking into the distance, with a faint smile still on his face, and he was no longer breathing.

A generation of famous generals has fallen.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Wanyan Xue'er knelt beside Wanyan Honglie, crying silently. She didn't touch Wan Yan Honglie, just because the battle was not over yet, Wan Yan Honglie must not fall.

After a while, the five men came down the high slope with their horses.

Wanyan Xue'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves, calmed down a little, and walked down the high slope. She looked at the five people, didn't ask much, just took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, poured out five crystal clear pills, handed them to the five people, and said lightly: "Daddy commanded, the five of you will meditate here first, and wait until noon to see him." The words fell, and she was gone.

If it is so abnormal, there must be a hidden secret.

However, Wanyan Xue'er deliberately concealed it, and the five of them didn't want to ask too much.

The five of them took the pill, sat cross-legged, and closed their eyes to breathe.

On the top of a low mountain, a man covered in black stood proudly and muttered: "Wait until noon, first defeat Yan Honglie's army, and then take Chang'an City directly, and revive the majesty of the Great Qin Empire." ”

At the top of Lishan Mountain, the sky is clear.

The two figures stood opposite each other, it was Wang Baorong and Dugufeng.

The sword in the old scabbard had been drawn, faintly rusty, faintly bloody. This sword is not amazing, but there is a chill that goes straight to the heart, exuding an extremely terrifying aura. Wang Baorong suddenly jumped out, like an arrow off the string.

Dugu Feng stood up to the sword, doing whatever he wanted, without a trace.

The body shape changed, the two swords struck each other, and the sound of gold and iron resonating was endless.

Wang Baorong's sword is like a rainbow, as fast as the wind, and as fast as lightning.

The Dugu Wind Sword moves at will, the moves are simple and effective, and there is a faint sense of truth hidden in it.

The sword light flashed, and the figures were staggered, and for a while, they were equal and evenly divided.

Not far away, Shi Potian and Wu Xia fought together.

The two figures are constantly changing, the fist shadow and the palm shadow intersect, the tiger and the tiger are vigorous, simple and direct and contain changes.

Halfway up the mountain, Wan Yanliang and Zhao fought in one place.

Wan Yanliang held a skewed back chopping knife, the knife was majestic, and the courage was abnormal. Zhao Yi held a jasper knife in his hand, and his moves were good at change and fierce.

The two figures change. The two knives hit each other, with just against the rigid, the gold and iron resonated, and a string of sparks suddenly bloomed, dazzling.

In comparison, Wanyan Liang's martial arts cultivation is slightly inferior.

However, martial arts cultivation is not absolute combat power.

Unconsciously, the body of the Broken Back Mountain Chopping Knife was surrounded by a rich blood-colored knife qi. Wan Yanliang's eyes became cold, his eyes were empty, and a brave aura arose from his heart. The spirit of courage spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Zhao Yi's heart.

The jasper blade blade is surrounded by cyan energy. Zhao Yi's expression was indifferent, his eyes were as clear as water, and a chill arose from his heart. The chill spread in all directions, straight into the depths of Wan Yanliang's heart.

The Brokeback Chopping Knife and the Jasper Knife struck each other, and the blood-colored knife qi and cyan qi collided violently together, stirring up a circle of ripples and the qi dispersed in all directions, and where it passed, the grass and trees were broken.

The five tigers broke the door and fought bravely in the world. Wanyan Liang has a resolute gaze and a belief in victory. Meteor lightning, wind and rain in all directions, flowers and willows, three knives in a row, like a shock, turned into a knife. Wan Yan Liang's momentum was like a rainbow, and the sword light slashed, as if there were five fierce tigers looming.

With a "bang", the jasper knife was shaken away, and the severe-backed mountain knife took advantage of the situation to split Zhao Yi in half. The blood splattered and miserable.

Wan Yan Liang looked solemn, bowed deeply to Zhao Yi's corpse, and then swept towards the mountain.

At the top of Lishan Mountain, the war is in full swing.

Shi Potian's eyes are as clear as water, his heart has no distractions, and he has no self and no action. A sense of peace arose from the heart, spreading in all directions, and everywhere it went, there was peace and tranquility. There is a faint pale white energy between the palms and fingers.

Wu Xia's eyes were fierce and murderous. There is a faint pale black true qi around Zhou's body, resembling a tiger.

Shi Potian slapped it out with a palm and took Wu Xia's chest directly.

Wu Xia was not afraid at all and greeted him with a fist.

The pale white qi continues to impact the pale black true qi. After a while, the pale black true qi gradually dissipated.

Shi Potian was not sad or happy, and struck out with all his strength.

Wu Xia's face changed slightly, and he met it with a punch, and he had no choice.

The next moment, fists and palms collided.

With a "bang", Wu Xia's entire body was thrown backwards, landing three zhang away, and there was no breath.

Shi Potian sighed lightly and remained silent.

Not far away, Wan Yanliang has been standing for a long time.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then looked at Wang Baorong and Dugufeng. It's a duel between the two, and they're not going to help.

Dugu Feng's eyes were peaceful, his expression was indifferent, not sad or happy. A sense of peace arose from the heart, spreading in all directions, and everywhere it went, there was peace and tranquility. The body of the long sword is surrounded by pale white sword aura.

Wang Baorong's eyes became cold, his expression was indifferent, his body continued to exude a strong murderous aura, and a terrifying killing intent was born in his heart.

This kind of terrifying killing intent spread everywhere and went straight to the depths of Dugufeng's heart.

The Immortal Sword stabbed out, and the blood-colored sword qi soared, like a violent wind, more like thunder, frantically surging towards Dugu Feng.

Dugufeng smiled indifferently, and it was also a sword stab, which was unremarkable.

The next moment, the two swords clashed.

With a "dang" sound, the long sword was shaken away. The Immortal Sword stabbed into the Dugu Feng Dantian. I don't know when, the blood-colored sword qi has already dissipated.

Dugu Feng didn't know why, so he asked casually, "Why are your subordinates merciful?"

Wang Baorong sighed lightly and said casually: "Just take it as a favor for Brother Yan." Before the words fell, the immortal sword was suddenly pulled out, and blood gushed out.

In an instant, Dugu Feng suddenly became enlightened, and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you!"

Wang Baorong smiled indifferently and flew towards the bottom of the mountain.

Wan Yan Liang and Shi Potian hurriedly came to Dugufeng's side and bandaged his wounds.

The dantian has been destroyed, and the martial arts have been wasted.

Wan Yanliang comforted: "Brother Dugu will not die in a catastrophe, and there will be a blessing in the future!"

Dugufeng nodded slightly, smiling without saying a word.

Seeing this, Wan Yanliang and Shi Potian were a little confused.

Soon after, the three of them descended the mountain.

A generation of famous generals fell, but the war continued. - Wanyan Honglie

(End of chapter)