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There was a strong smell of blood in the wind, and the torches held high lit up this two-to-three-mile-long street, and there was an endless miserable situation in the forest prison under the eyes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info severed limbs, flesh and blood flying, and blood gushing out of the corpses, which makes people palpitate. The street, which should have been filled with the strange smell of cattle and sheep, was now filled with a disgusting smell of blood, and the blood stains everywhere and the blood surging up from the ground dyed this inky night dome into a red glow.

Ling Tianyun's eyes began to glow with a little bit of blood, but he didn't know it, the scimitar in his hand picked up a cold light and slashed towards the Khitan warriors around him. His body was like a galloping carnival dragon, roaring and scurrying in his body. And he felt that his blood was filled with an unusually excited power, which made him feel that the powerful power in his body was inexhaustible.

Zhao Kuangyin, Dian Xiaoer, plus Ling Tianyun, the three of them were back to back, forming a triangular shape, brazenly and fearlessly facing the fierce wolf-like Khitan warriors. They didn't know how many attacks they had repelled, how many people their weapons had hit, and how many valgus wounds they had left on their bodies. The three of them were covered in blood, and it was not known if it was from their own bodies or if it was splashed from the enemy's bodies.

The number of Khitan warriors surging up began to decrease, and at this moment there were only a dozen or so Khitan warriors left intact, plus another dozen or so who held torches high in the center. There were only more than twenty people left in this group of dozens of Khitan warriors, but the pressure on them was not greatly reduced because of the decrease in numbers. On the contrary, the remaining dozen or so Khitan warriors were even more ferocious and ruthless, and their fierce posture was even more unguardable. Their martial arts cultivation realm has basically surpassed the inner strength realm, and some of them are close to the innate realm.

Ling Tianyun casually picked up another scimitar shaped like a crescent moon, he had already broken an unknown number of knives in his hand, and as soon as he picked up the knife in his hand, a Khitan warrior fell to the ground. As far as the eye can see, there is a patch of blood, and dozens of Khitan corpses are like a mountain. The ground was already covered with blinding blood, and this place had already become a sea of blood, and the bloody aura surging up went straight to his nostrils, constantly filling his brain, making the little bit of blood in his eyes more and more intense.

Ling Tianyun was completely oblivious to the abnormality in his eyes, and his only belief was to repel the enemy in front of him. He only knew that the surging true qi in his body was like a river pouring down, filling his body with endless power. And he felt that these dozen or so Khitan warriors were still not enough, not enough to vent the surging roaring true qi in his body.

And Yelu Zongheng, who was sitting firmly on horseback, seemed to have a condensed face, and his subordinates fell in a pool of blood one by one, and he did not have the slightest heartache. He saw Ling Tianyun's roaring sky-shattering sword light blade shadow, and a bit of unexpected light shot out of his eyes. Unconsciously, he held the spear in his hand tightly, and the joints of his fingers turned white with force. The white robe hunted in the cold wind, and his handsome face was shining with a strange luster, and he couldn't help but have a few strong fighting intentions in his heart, which rushed up to his heart and rushed towards his mind.

Ling Tianyun watched the battlefield, Zhao Kuangyin and the indifferent shopkeeper had already begun to gain the upper hand, and they were already out of danger. Unless the more than ten Khitan warriors who protected Yelu joined the battlefield, they would be in danger again, and depending on the situation, the more than ten Khitan warriors holding torches high had no intention of joining the battlefield. For Jerod never gave them any commandment from the beginning to the end.

"Yelu is vertical, can you dare to fight?" Ling Tianyun split the two Khitan warriors who rushed at him with a single sword, raised his head and shouted loudly to the handsome man in white robe who was standing on his horse. The scimitar in his hand pointed directly at Yelu, and what surged out of his body was the battle intent that was even more dense as this night.

Holding the spear in his hand, Yelu Zongheng's face sank, he didn't expect that Ling Tianyun would also challenge him at this time, and he didn't pay attention to this defeated general at all. It's just that for some reason, when he saw Ling Tianyun's fierce sword technique, he felt that there was also a strong battle intent surging in his body. Suppressing his strong fighting intent, Yelu Zongheng's face was as cold as cold, but he almost used all his strength to hold the white spear that roared away.

Green tendons stretched on his forehead, and Yelu shouted: "If your subordinates are defeated, you dare to challenge this prince." ”

He had always regarded Ling Tianyun as a defeated subordinate in his heart, but he only felt his confidence when he said it from his own mouth. Because he saw a strange light in Ling Tianyun's eyes, it was a little bit of light like red and blood, and the bright red light was so dazzling, it made his heart tremble inexplicably, and a feeling of palpitations arose.

"Hmph, what about the defeated generals, can't the defeated generals challenge them? The third prince was inevitably too timid, but Ling was looked down upon. Seeing that the other party should not fight, Ling Tianyun couldn't help but sneer. He knew that Yelu Zongheng would not be able to meet his own challenge, but if he wanted to defeat his inner demons, he had to challenge him, otherwise his martial arts would not make any progress and would always stop there.

On the other side, there were bursts of swords and shadows, and the sound of metal glue was endless. However, Ling Tianyun was calm, and when those Khitan warriors saw that he had found the third prince, they no longer bothered him, and turned to the two of them with a stick and a knife. The other Khitan warriors who sat firmly on horseback and held torches high had disdainful smiles in their eyes, and they only had contempt in their hearts for this young man who did not know the height of the sky.

"Why bother with that battle of tongues, this prince will play with you tonight." Yelu could no longer suppress the majestic battle intent in his heart, and he kicked his legs and jumped up from the white horse. His figure swirled in the air a few times, and landed firmly on the ground like a goshawk.

With a wave of the silver spear in his hand, an explosive aura instantly surged out from the head of the spear, heading straight towards Ling Tianyun. In an instant, Ling Tianyun only felt that the fierce wind-like energy was enveloping his surroundings, making his heart tremble, before the two of them officially fought, that powerful coercion suppressed him to death, and he also fell behind.

When the other Khitan warriors saw their master's move, they all got out of the way, and they also stopped their movements, surrounding the red-faced and indifferent shopkeepers, but no one made another move. They looked at their master with a blazing gaze in their eyes, adoringly.

As soon as his figure stood up, the handsome man in the white robe pointed at his spear, and his whole body erupted with a majestic momentum like a shattering earth, and he was like the monarch who looked down on the world, and the unstoppable earth-shattering aura emanating from his body was like the mighty god of war descending to earth. Facing the white-robed spear man was Ling Tianyun who was dressed in a dark robe, and Ling Tianyun looked at the other party with solemn vigilance at this time. In his hand was a scimitar shaped like a crescent moon, and his body was slightly downward, like the roots of an old tree, firmly rooted in the ground.

The scimitar pointed at it from afar, and a majestic momentum like the purest and most yang rolled out, and the true qi in the body that roared endlessly was like a rushing river, surging forward with the momentum of thousands of troops and horses. There was a faint bloodthirsty halo on the scimitar, and the blade was stained with dripping blood. Ling Tianyun's qi, essence, and spirit were all condensed together, he only felt that he had been waiting for this battle for a long time, and he longed for this battle. Although he had made a contract with Yelu for two years, he knew that this battle was not the final battle, and that he was only challenging it to defeat his demons.

At this time, the wind was quiet and the night was quiet, and only the bloody breath that filled the sky rolled and flipped and never stopped.

"Drink", with a loud shout, I saw Ling Tianyun burst out, his body was like a cheetah, dragging an afterimage in the air towards Yelu in front of the spear. The scimitar in his hand rolled up a layer of Huohuo night shadow streamer, and with the momentum of thunder, four sword shadows surged away.

Yelu stared coldly, but he didn't see any movement from him, and the spear in his hand immediately turned into a spear flower and greeted the layers of knife shadows. "Bell bell", a burst of lightning splashed, a series of crisp metal collision sounds, and then, the night streamer-like knife like a tearing the sky like a divine soldier tore the gun flowers into countless flowers, an extremely dull sound, resounded in everyone's ears.

A strong wind was aroused, and the lightning flashes of the collision exploded like an explosion, stabbing in front of everyone's eyes, waiting for everyone to look at it again. The two of them had suddenly exchanged places, and they were still the same as before, and they were the same-for-tat momentum as before. Yelu's vertical and horizontal aura overflowed, while Ling Tianyun's aura was restrained and subtle, for a while, neither of the two had the upper hand, and neither of them won or lost.

Ling Tianyun tightly held the scimitar that had a hole on the blade, and there was a faint pain on the tiger's mouth, it was a powerful counterattack that collided with Yelu's spear, and his tiger's mouth was numb, and the strong true qi came from the scimitar, rushing straight towards his tiger's mouth, but the pure and profound internal force in Yelu's body was not weaker than him.

And Yelu Zongheng had a cold face, and with a finger of the spear in his hand, a bloodthirsty aura immediately poured out from the head of the spear. He hung the spear at his waist, his left hand gripped the front part of the spear, and his right hand held the back part of the spear. He was gathering momentum, and the true yuan boiling in his body poured into the spear like a river, and his handsome face began to become solemn.

There was a chill on his back, Ling Tianyun's heart trembled, and a strong crisis surged into his heart, looking at Yelu Zongheng, who was ready to attack. A hint of uneasiness flashed in his heart, the other party's move, the other party's action, he immediately thought of the invincible and proud of the famous spear skills---- sparks the prairie fire. This move can shatter the world, this move shocks the world and cries ghosts and gods, this move only has life and death, there is no winner or loser.

Ling Tianyun knew that the other party was going to use this move, but he didn't have any fear in his heart, he was frantically running the true qi in his body, and the Mahayana true qi in his body was circling wildly in his meridian bones. And some changes began to take place in his body, every drop of blood, every meridian, and every bone was filled with a transcendent power like Ling Tian. That power is the purest power, and that power can shake the heavens and the earth and break through the sky.

With a knife groan, the scimitar in his hand immediately let out a joyful groan, Ling Tianyun held the knife tightly, and he felt that his body was connected with the knife. A vague shadow suddenly imprinted in his mind, it was a knife shadow, a vague knife shadow.

The roar of anger came from above the head of Yelu's spear, and his solemn eyes became thicker and thicker, and then, he sank slightly. The spear hanging from his waist seemed to come to life, turning into a roaring dragon, rolling up the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, and roared towards Ling Tianyun.

And the tip of Ling Tianyun's knife was facing the sky, his heart was quiet, and the vague knife shadow in his brain became clearer and clearer. With a "bang", the scimitar in his hand made a leaping sound. And he poured all the pure power in his body into the scimitar, until the knife let out a trembling sound, and he subconsciously raised the knife and slashed straight away, facing the spear that turned into a hideous dragon roaring.