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The light veil-like mist stirred up, and the vast night that tore open was as thick as a flower. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe two of them exuded an extraordinary aura, the handsome white-robed man exuded a sharp and domineering aura, and the red-faced man exuded a deep and majestic aura. Two inconspicuous auras collided in the night, tearing apart the thick and flowery night, though only a slight imperceptible presence. But this has a faint-for-tat meaning, and it is getting more and more intense.

Yelu Zongheng's face sank, but he didn't show any unusual look, and his calm and watery face couldn't see what the other party was thinking. After quietly staring at the red-faced man Zhao Kuangyin with a long stick and a horizontal chest, he didn't need any words from him, just a look from him, and several warriors rushing out of his horse ran diagonally.

The galloping horse is like a thunderbolt, and the cold light shines like the moon,

Several more Zong Ma Khitan warriors who exuded a thick blood aura rushed forward, and the bloody aura emanating from their bodies was even stronger and more frantic than the group of warriors at the beginning. The crescent-like blades in their hands rushed towards Zhao Kuangyin and the others with the power of a thunderbolt, and the sword light was fierce, bloodthirsty, and set off an overwhelming storm, rushing towards Ling Tianyun and the others.

Several rushing knights swept in with a frenzied oppressive aura, and as soon as their steps rushed towards the center of the street, they rushed out again. The group of Khitan warriors behind them turned into a fan-shaped momentum, and came towards Ling Tianyun and the others, each with a dazzling cold scimitar in their hands, a deep and cold aura on their faces, and a bloody and wild aura on their bodies.

"Ho ho ???????????", the group of Khitan warriors who rushed straight to make a strange sound in their mouths, galloping their horses, and in an instant, the dust on the street was tumbling and rolling, and the dust flying everywhere shrouded the entire long street. In the ink-like night, I saw that the dazzling blade of the handle came with an incomparably hideous momentum

Jerod rode his horse and watched his men rush straight ahead like tigers descending from a mountain, without the slightest expression on his face. It was as if it were all a small thing, and by his side were two ordinary samurai with a similar aura riding horses to protect him in the middle. The aura emanating from the appearance and body of the two ordinary warriors was a little ordinary, but the exquisite light that burst out from their eyes was like two sharp blades, which showed that it was not as ordinary as above.

Ling Tianyun's heart was even more full of pride, the power of Zhao Kuangyin's stick just now was deeply imprinted in his mind, he didn't expect that the power of this stick sweeping away was so great. It made his blood boil in his body, and his whole body was filled with a transcendent power like a mad earth, and he wanted to vent this powerful power like a collapse of the sky. And the Khitan warrior in front of him who was flying in the dust was giving him a small opportunity to vent, clenched his fists, and the true qi in his body let out a happy whisper, and his body scurried directly towards the galloping Khitan cavalry warrior.

With a wrong step, Ling Tianyun avoided the flying hooves of the horse, and struck the horse on the neck with a fist. He clearly felt that his fist wind was surging away with a hissing wind, and the powerful power in his body that filled his body suddenly surged from his fist like a river.

With a "bang", the war horse was hit hard by Ling Tianyun's fist, and immediately let out a long neigh, and his body fell to the ground with a bang, and the Khitan warrior on the horseback also reacted sharply, he kicked his feet, and his body jumped up like a goshawk. Then a few whirls in the air, and then landed lightly on the street.

The others also raised the weapons in their hands to meet the Khitan warrior who was galloping on the horse, Mo Xiaoshan had no feet of iron, leaning on his pair of fleshy palms, and the surging palm qi turned into a tearing wind towards the war horse in front of him. Immediately, he knocked the war horse in front of him to the street. And the two young guards beside him also raised their broadswords and cut sideways towards the front hooves of the galloping warhorse.

Walking among the horses, shuttling between the Khitan warriors who rushed in on horseback, Zhao Kuangyin still had a golden dragon stick, and his long stick danced like a windmill, sweeping the rushing war horse on the street. And the figure of the shopkeeper was like a gust of wind, his figure flickered, and the knife in his hand was even more elusive, and everywhere he went, there was a burst of people turning on their backs.

For a while, the war horse neighed in bitter pain, and the Khitan warriors who fell to the ground but did not have any embarrassment. The Khitan warriors who jumped off their horses had a terrifying face, and with the bloody aura on their bodies, they raised the cold scimitars in their hands and rushed towards Ling Tianyun and the others.

And behind the group of Khitan warriors, the other warriors who were standing on horseback with torches held high saw that those war horses were knocked to the ground one after another by Ling Tianyun and the others, and their faces showed even more fierce expressions. They have lived on horseback all their lives and cherish horses far more than their own lives. And the horses that fell to the ground and spat at the mouth of the blood foamed on their limbs twitched and neighed, all of which was like a lit fuse, which aroused their more ferocious nature.

The group of Khitan warriors jumped off their horses one after another, letting out a wolf-like howl from their mouths, and they joined the battle with their scimitars in their hands. Only a few people were left still riding their horses and standing still, without any expressions or movements. The remaining Khitan warriors shot an even more ferocious look in their eyes and held the torch aloft. And the calm face of Yelu Zongheng was silent, but the eyes like eagle eyes were shining with wisps of bloodthirsty cold light.

Ling Tianyun retreated lightly, avoiding the war horse that couldn't hold back and fell down, and immediately, he only felt a cold glow pressing towards him, but it was the Khitan warrior who jumped down from the horse's back and came straight with his sharp scimitar. It was a bearded warrior in a suit of fur. The warrior's eyes glowed with a fierce cold light, and the scimitar in his hand made a sound of breaking through the air, slashing towards Ling Tianyun.

With a sweep of the sword, it instantly came to Ling Tianyun's side, and a cold sword light carried wisps of blood and qi and went straight to his waist. And Ling Tianyun made a mistake at his feet, his fists turned into a grasp, and with a wrong move, he grabbed straight at the hand of the Khitan warrior holding the knife.

And a trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Khitan warrior, and the scimitar suddenly stopped, forcibly retracted the momentum, and changed to slash towards Ling Tianyun's hands and cut horizontally.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Tianyun's eyes, he didn't expect the other party to react so quickly, but the action of retracting the knife was extremely skillful, obviously a man who had been in a hundred battles. But he remained undaunted, and his hands turned from claws to palms, slicing diagonally towards the back of the knife. A muffled sound came from the back of the knife, and Ling Tianyun only felt that his palm was cut on the back of the knife like a very hard thing, and he did not cut the scimitar at all, but instead bounced his palm away with a rebounding force.

After the scimitar was sliced in Ling Tianyun's palm, it trembled slightly, and the Khitan warrior only felt that his tiger mouth was numb, his face changed, and he was about to withdraw the knife again. And his hand holding the knife will be held tightly by a large hand like iron pincers, and he will not be able to move for half a minute. Shocked in his heart, the Khitan warrior could only give up the scimitar in his hand, but that knife was also like the war horse, more precious than his life. For a while, the Khitan warrior was wrong. But he felt a sharp palm like an awl slap tightly on his chest, and he trembled, and his body flew out upside down, falling the dead body of a war horse.

Ling Tianyun held the scimitar shaped like a crescent moon in his hand, and the surging true qi in his body rushed towards the scimitar as if he had found a breakthrough. In an instant, Ling Tianyun only felt that he had a kind of heroic aura like a monarch over the world, and the huge power in his body roared and dispersed wildly from his body.

Although this knife was not easy to use, Ling Tianyun no longer had a more convenient weapon. After the long knife of the big knife gate was taken away by Wang Tong, he never used a big knife that was handy. He felt that he should find a knife that suited him, so that his strength would increase by several percent.

Just as Ling Tianyun was in his reverie, several Khitan warriors surged over and surrounded him to death. A few scimitars with cold light were unceremoniously towards him, and the eyes of the Khitan warriors who surrounded him shot out of hatred. Ling Tianyun not only knocked them down with a punch from a war horse that was more precious than his own life, but also took away the weapons that they regarded as a second life weapon from their colleagues. How can this prevent them from hating the enemy and fighting them together?

The few Khitan warriors surging up in front of him were not in Ling Tianyun's eyes, these Khitan warriors were at best some martial cultivators who had reached the realm of internal strength, and he had no fear of such martial cultivation. He raised the scimitar in his hand, picked up a sword light, and greeted the group of Khitan warriors. And his gaze also took advantage of the situation to watch the others.

Zhao Kuangyin and the indifferent shopkeeper were not in any danger, they shuttled among the enemies with ease. Especially Zhao Kuangyin, with a dance of the long stick in his hand, he swept away the enemies who came from the encirclement. Like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, he swept away the Khitan warriors who were besieging him. And the indifferent shopkeeper, with that strange body, walked through the group of Khitan warriors like a ghost, and the light knife in his hand was like harvesting wheat, and everywhere he went, there were Khitan warriors who fell. The strange posture of the indifferent shopkeeper made Ling Tianyun think of Yuan Xiaoliu who was known to the Zhou Chengfeng family, and he didn't know if this indifferent shopkeeper and Yuan Xiaoliu were from the same sect.

However, the situation of the three Guiyi army was weaker, they could only withstand the attack of several Khitan warriors besieging them, but they could not launch a counterattack. Mo Xiaoshan's face was pale, and although a pair of overwhelming palms overturned several Khitan warriors who were besieging him, they did not give them any fatal damage. And the two personal guards who were dead behind Mo Xiaoshan could only raise their knives and dance wildly against the scimitars in the enemy's hands, and they couldn't give the enemy any fatal damage at all. This made Ling Tianyun very puzzled, he had known that Mo Xiaoshan's martial cultivation realm would not be so unbearable, and the pale color on his face seemed as if he had suffered some serious internal injury.

Zhao Kuangyin also saw the plight of the three Guiyi Army, he had to approach Mo Xiaoshan from time to time, but the shopkeeper also approached Zhao Kuangyin. With the strength of the long stick sweeping through thousands of armies, several Khitan warriors who rushed forward were swept away by Zhao Kuangyin's long stick and fell on the street without any sound.

Zhao Kuangyin and Mo Xiaoshan joined together, which made Ling Tianyun breathe a sigh of relief. And he himself was not afraid of the dozen or so enemies that came rushing in. He had just reached the consummation period of the internal strength realm, and he was just about to vent his strength, and the dozen or so Khitan warriors happened to be used by him to practice.

Ling Tianyun was about to concentrate on dealing with the dozen or so Khitan warriors who were surging up, but unexpectedly, a shocking change suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. I saw that Mo Xiaoshan, who was meeting with Zhao Kuangyin, suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood mist with a "wow", and his face became unusually pale, as pale as bloodless. And the two young guards beside him had a panicked look in their eyes, and they all repelled the enemies around them, and both of them helped the pale-faced Mo Xiaoshan up.

"Brother Mo!" Zhao Kuangyin, who had just arrived at the rendezvous, suddenly showed surprise in his eyes, and he shouted anxiously while resisting the enemy's attack. And the ghostly shopkeeper also arrived, and his body turned into a few ghostly shadows, and he repelled the Khitan warriors who came together.