The rain was pouring down, and more than 2,000 people were staggered in the dense rain.

Feng Yu, who was covered in mud, got up with the help of the knife and knelt on one knee.

He stroked his right hand over the wound in his waist and abdomen.

Blood kept pouring out from between his fingers, and Feng Yu's face was distorted.

The surface of the chain mail, which had been almost torn, gathered up the thin Yuangang Qi Mask again.

The thin Yuan Gang appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the fire-like qi hood shape would collapse.

Dense raindrops pierced through the scattered gaps in vitality, and cold water fell on the shattered armor, washing the blood on the armor.

I felt the rain on my face like ice carved into my bones.

Feng Yu, who was pale on his distorted face, clenched his teeth, and several tendons bulged out in his cheeks.

The qi and blood in the body were churning and splashing, and the broken meridians were accumulating.

The unbearable pain gradually spread from his chest and abdomen to his body.

Even if he endured it again and again, Feng Yu, who had a pale face, couldn't hold it back in the end.

"Wow!"

Feng Yu opened his mouth and squirted a mouthful of black blood, and as soon as he straightened his waist, he immediately bent down.

He knelt on one knee, and his propped up body also slumped up.

The red fire that had turned pale around his body dissipated.

Looking at Feng Yu, who was leaning on the pestle and spitting blood, Liu Heng's eyes moved slightly.

He hung his head.

He turned his head slightly, and glanced at the lying on the ground, his entire face was scratched by Yougen, but there was still Lei Yuan's scattered corpse on it.

Wordlessly, he raised his head and peered into the rain.

The red light passed through his eyes, and the fire yuan scattered around his body.

The wounds on the palms of his hands no longer bleed.

A drop of water. It flew down to Ariken's face.

The water fell on the body protection qi wall, scattering into dozens of smaller droplets.

Yougen, who was covered with thin Yuan Gang all over his body, rushed towards General Bai at an extremely fast speed.

General Bai, who had just slashed his spear downward, had no time to retract the spear, and Yougen had already rushed in front of him.

Yougen's face was cold, and he raised his hand and raised the Guan knife horizontally.

Thousands of golden rays of light came out of the body, and Pang Juwei was like a huge wave, and General Bai under the huge wave was just a piece of green grass without support.

"Huh!"

"Whew, whew!"

There are roots towards the white general. Swing the slasher vigorously.

Two black shadows pounced on Yougen.

Seeing the two black shadows attacking, Yougen, who was full of confidence, did not avoid it, but urged his skills to the extreme.

"Buzz!"

The Guan Dao in his hand trembled slightly, and a huge force came from his right hand.

The action of swinging the Guan knife towards General Bai was pulled to a slight stagnation by the huge force, and the face of Yougen, whose chest was wide open, stiffened slightly, and his eyes immediately widened.

"Bang!"

The two black shadows struck Yougen's chest, and the golden golden body protection collapsed slightly, and then it regained its prosperity.

The shadow was bounced away by the resurrected vitality. Yougen felt a sharp pain in his chest, and a hint of fishy sweetness immediately appeared in his throat.

He bowed up at the bombardment of the shadows and quickly flew behind him.

"Whew, Whew, Whew, Whew, Whew......"

The eight black shadows surrounding General Bai were in front of General Bai, who still showed a frightened look on his face. They all came together quickly.

Countless black bird feathers with runes engraved on their ends scattered in all directions.

Among the falling bird feathers, eight beaks were put together to form a handleless sword.

The sword turned into a blue light and broke through the air.

The jets of air stirring from the sword rushed to his face. Almost all of the water covering his body was swept away by the air current, and General Bai watched the blue light go away, and the shock in his heart was beyond measure.

"Whew!"

A slam off the shuddering shut-off knife. Yougen, who was rapidly retreating, looked at the blue light that was attacking him.

He felt that everything around him seemed to slow down, whether it was the wind ringing in his ears or the clouds floating in the sky.

There was only the approaching cyan Yuan Gang in his eyes, and Yougen saw the sword hidden in it, and vaguely felt the chill flowing on the sword body.

Come.

Some fear, some panic, some nervousness.

In the end, only calm remained.

In the dantian, in the vertebral body with the five sides as the bottom, the accumulated vitality is even more intense, almost substantial.

The river of Yuan Qi that was originally guided by six concentrated gas particles to the meridians immediately turned into a rushing river and ocean.

Vitality poured into the roots, into every cell, every hair.

"Bang!"

There was a golden flame around him.

Falling quickly, he stopped.

Stopped in the air.

Instinctively, he crossed his hands with slightly curled fingers in front of his chest, looked intently at the sword stabbed at him, and shrunk his legs.

The golden flame that wrapped around his body radiated a dazzling brilliance in the blazing sunlight.

The flame-like vitality is just like the petals of a sunflower, and even if it faces the bright sun, it is difficult to hide its own bright light.

Come here.

A sound erupted around the long sword formed by the bird's beak, and it accelerated in front of Yougen.

The solid indigo Yuangang rolled and emitted golden flames with arms.

Looking at the long sword in the wind element, looking at the long sword and the sword, the end of the end is connected, shaped like a bird's beak.

Yougen kicked out his legs with a calm face.

"Phew!"

A leg kicked into the void, but it seemed to break something.

A circular, transparent wave centered on where he landed and spread in all directions.

The air in that area was much cleaner.

One disappeared from the sword.

He, flew.

Just a hundred miles away, on a mountain about a kilometer high, there is a cliff rock protruding from the mountain wall.

Zhang Yong, who was dressed in a plain white yin and yang robe, stood on the top of the cliff.

He held his head high and stared at Yougen, whose golden flames lingered around him, flying high into the sky.

His face was shocked, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Then, with a frown, he lifted the hands that Ben had been carrying behind his back.

"Huh!"

Zhang Yong quickly waved his hands in front of him, touched them with the bevel of the palm roots, and crossed his hands in front of him.

He lowered his head slightly, and his face suddenly became a little gloomy.

He turned his palms inward, and when he pulled them back in front, he had touched the palms of his hands.

Then, Zhang Yong parted his hands.

The palms of his hands flashed a faint cyan.

He stretched out his arms, straightened his fingers, and pointed his blue palms toward the sky.

He drew a cyan curve in the void with his palm, and when his arm stretched to the limit, he stopped again.

At the same time, Yougen, who had flown to an altitude of nearly 100 meters, also stopped.

Stretching his hands in front of him, he stared at the flames on the palms of his hands.

Slightly stunned, Yougen turned his head to look down again.

Panoramic view of the surroundings.

"Whew~. ”

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes violently, trying to calm his excitement.

But the moment he closed his eyes, he was completely calm.

The clouds that float in the sky still float in the sky.

The wind whistling in my ears still stops in my ears.

The heart that doesn't make waves still doesn't make waves. (To be continued......)

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