The night is still like this, the snowflakes are still like that, the snowflakes are dancing in the night sky, and there is only a vast white flutter in the dark night. The wind is cold, and even the condensed breath is biting and frozen, and Shuozhou City under the night dome seems to have a gloomy atmosphere. The sound of horses' hooves like thunder, as well as the screams in the ears, all covered the snowflake-falling Shuozhou City with a palpitating atmosphere.

After the Guiyi army led by the He brothers slaughtered the last stubborn Khitan defenders, they themselves were left with less than half of their own men. This battle was too fierce, in addition to the Khitan defenders who resisted, they were also harassed by the green-skinned thugs who were mixed in Shuozhou City, and the elite archers who were hidden in the Khitan defenders caused a lot of losses to the Guiyi army. But in the end, they finally started a fierce battle with the Khitan defenders in a small alley without an exit, and finally killed all the Khitan defenders.

Looking at the robes of the Guiyi army who fell to the ground, as well as the war horses that were not yet dead, a wave of resentment surged in the chests of the He brothers. They did not expect that they would lead a Guiyi army, but they encountered stubborn resistance from the Khitan defenders, and they themselves suffered heavy losses. The snowflakes rolled up a rolling chill and hit them, but they didn't feel any cold.

Most of the Guiyi soldiers were covered with blood, and they didn't know whether it was their own or the enemy's, they only felt that the blood stains on their bodies were very hot and hot, like a burning feeling. The weapons in their hands have also been softly opened several cracks, but some weapons have begun to break open, and as long as they touch lightly, they will break in response. But under their feet were mountains of corpses, and blood gushed out from the mountains of corpses, and even the snowflakes that fell could not cover the bloody breath that rolled up and tumbled.

Sitting on horseback, He Tiejiang only felt a numb feeling in his arms, he didn't know how many Khitan defenders he had killed, he only knew that the iron rod in his hand had become much heavier than that of Yichan. He could also clearly see that there were countless marks of being cut on the iron rod, fortunately the iron rod in his hand was made of fine iron, otherwise where could it withstand such a toss, it would have been cut off by the curved blade in the hands of the Khitan defenders.

With his brother's tired breath, the double knives in He Tiechuan's hands were no longer a knife, the blades had long been rolled up, and the cracks were clearly visible on the blades of the two knives. The war horse he was sitting on was even more crumbling, and it seemed that he would throw this master to the ground at any moment. The jaws of his hands holding the knife were even more numb, so that his hands could barely be lifted.

Although he paid a terrible price, he finally took Shuozhou City, except for more than 100 Guiyi troops guarding the city wall, the remaining Guiyi army was only two or three hundred people. Even if there are two or three hundred people, but there are still some seriously wounded soldiers, except for this part, the real strength of the Guiyi army that captured Shuozhou City at this time is only two or three hundred. And there was no joy on their faces after the victory, because this was not the real sense of occupying Shuozhou City, because there was another place that they did not take, and that place was the Thorn History Mansion next to the Shuozhou Mansion where the masters gathered.

Leaving a group of people to clean up the battlefield, the He brothers took the Guiyi army that still had combat effectiveness towards the Assassin's Mansion, their task was only to kill the Khitan defenders in Shuozhou City, and there was no task to rescue Guo Huai'an. Therefore, they took the Assassin Mansion as the last target after the siege, and they had already vaguely guessed this result in their hearts. Guo Huai'an must be in the Assassin's Mansion, as for whether it is murderous or auspicious, they don't know.

All the people froze their breath, they watched the dragon that the spear turned into with a terrifying momentum, rolling towards Ling Tianyun, and they also felt the phantom of the huge dragon head on the tip of the iron spear gushing out of a supreme majesty, and the domineering aura that dominated the world shrouded down. The spear was like a giant dragon, rushing towards it with a whistling momentum, and the majestic and slightly heavy figure pointed the spear at the sky slightly, and the phantom dragon head was condensed from the tip of the spear.

The rolling and rushing dragon was the spear intent that Yelu Changsheng condensed and raised, and that spear intent roared from the iron spear, which was a supreme martial arts cultivation realm of true qi transformation. And the phantom dragon head condensed on the tip of the iron spear was the spear momentum condensed by Yelu Changsheng, the spear momentum was as domineering as the king of the world, and the strength of the spear was like the sharp blade of the divine weapon in the hand of the monarch, a kind of energy that swept through the sky and destroyed the withering and decaying through the distance between Ling Tianyun and Yelu Changsheng.

The first thing Ling Tianyun felt was the phantom dragon head that condensed from the iron spear, he felt as if his soul was suddenly shocked, he felt that he was as incomparably small as an ant, and he couldn't give birth to any resistance in his heart. The true qi on his body also became sluggish under the supreme coercion, and the Jiuyang true qi that flowed like a river was running extremely slowly, and his movements were almost too slow to be slow.

He was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect Yelu Changsheng's understanding of marksmanship to be so exquisite, and the condensed spear momentum and the momentum of the spear intent like a broken bamboo were all unmatched. And he couldn't afford any resistance in the domineering gun. This made him feel an indescribable sense of grievance in his heart, although the dragon head that was transformed above the tip of the spear was a phantom like the wrath of heaven, but the coercion shrouded above the phantom was real.

Ye Yinfeng had already stopped the movement in his hand, he looked up at the dragon head condensed above the tip of the spear, and countless thoughts had already flashed in his heart, and those thoughts were how to crack Yelu Changsheng's move. It's just that he found that he had no way to crack it at all, and he had to fight with all his might, because he knew that under a domineering situation, any light footwork would be in vain, and only by fighting with all his might would there be a glimmer of life. However, he also has this self-confidence, the Tai Halal Qi in his body is extremely magical, and it is not impossible to get out of such a predicament. He just didn't know if the Jiuyang True Qi in Ling Tianyun's body could crack the spear momentum that the iron spear was emitting, but he still had confidence in Ling Tianyun, the Jiuyang True Qi was the supreme internal strength of the Buddhist Sect, and such a predicament would definitely not cause any harm to Ling Tianyun.

Compared with Ye Yinfeng's self-confidence, Guo Huai'an's face showed an anxious look, he didn't expect Yelu Changsheng's strength to be so strong. Even if he was in his full strength, he couldn't resist it, and his eyes were always fixed on the dragon that was rolling and roaring away and the dragon head phantom that was full of supreme majesty. He even felt a trembling palpitation spreading in his soul, making him can't help but be careful for Ling Tianyun again.

Several thoughts flashed through Ling Tianyun's mind, and he felt that the True Qi in his body suddenly shook, as if the True Qi in his body had been provoked. The pure and Yang Nine Yang True Qi suddenly erupted like a riot, and with a "boom", Ling Tianyun only felt that the True Qi rolling in the dantian was pouring out of his body, and he immediately felt an unprecedented confidence welling up from the bottom of his heart, what if you are an ant, even if you are the overlord of the world, even if it is this cold night, I will overturn the endless chill.

Thousands of heroic qi surged out from the bottom of his heart, Ling Tianyun's clumsy movements began to become agile, and the Nine Yang True Qi rolling like a tide in his body let out bursts of roars. A faint golden halo emanated from his body in an instant, and a Buddha statue like an immovable king instantly condensed behind him. A bloodthirsty red glow began to glow in his eyes, and the red glow began to fill his pupils.

The power of the whole body like a riot was restored at that moment, Ling Tianyun didn't know that behind him was condensed into a Buddha statue with angry eyes, the phantom rolled up the snowflakes in the sky and poured down with a little silver light, the phantom was extremely huge, and the dragon head condensed by Yelu Changsheng on the tip of the spear was-for-tat, its momentum was vast and majestic, under the huge Buddha statue phantom, the dragon head finally let out a heaven-shaking roar.

A powerful Jiuyang True Qi surged away from between his hands, Ling Tianyun moved, he held the treasure knife tightly with both hands, and suddenly his heart was empty. He felt the treasure knife burst into a soft groan of joy, and the pure and yang true qi poured into the treasure knife like a long causeway. At this moment, the dragon condensed from Yelu Changsheng's iron spear let out a long roar and came to him.

Subconsciously, Ling Tianyun raised the treasure knife in his hand, he felt that he was the god of war who could slay dragons, and his arms were filled with endless power. He raised his sword and slashed at the dragon that was coming straight at his chest. A dazzling brilliance burst out on that treasure knife, it was a golden light, that light carried the power of destroying everything, that light was even more domineering than the world, that light swept the world like momentum, that was the sword intent condensed in the treasure knife in Ling Tianyun's hand.

The snow is still falling, and the dragon that is rolling away strongly, a giant dragon with a whole body like jade, and a golden light with a little Buddha-like sword energy, these two completely different but equally domineering intentions, seem to penetrate the distance of space, and seem to freeze the time of this night. It was a kind of extreme speed, it was a kind of competition for extreme strength, although the two burst out of the energy with a magnificent momentum, but the snowflakes were still fluttering, and the night was still cold like a tide.

Everyone's eyes flashed with amazement, of course they could feel that there was a huge power condensed in those two kinds of energy, and it was a kind of power that destroyed the world and the earth. Although the snowflakes were still floating between them, they knew that the speed of these two energies was too fast, so fast that even the snowflakes were not disturbed in any way, and the night was also driven by the two surging aura, which seemed to be frozen, and a strong coercion surged out from between the two of them, making them feel trembling and palpitations.

"Wow, slap" It was the sound of friction between the air currents during the high-speed collision, and the two rays of air finally collided, and there was no earth-shattering loud noise, and there was no energetic scene after the collision. And after a few shrill sounds, time finally stopped, the snowflakes condensed in the sky, and everyone could see that the little crystals in the snowflakes began to collapse, and the crystal snowflakes were not lifted by the impact of the air, but destroyed everything in the snowflakes. The snowflakes in the sky instantly turned into a little crystal drizzle, and they fell on everyone's faces.

Ling Tianyun only felt his arms sink, and he knew that he had finally resisted Yelu Changsheng's powerful blow. His body sank slightly, and with the strength of his feet, his body rushed forward again with the strength of his feet. The treasure knife in his hand was flowing with a brilliant light, and he still knew the truth of the blow. He didn't know what effect his struggling momentum had on Yelu Changsheng, but he still decided to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

As soon as the iron spear in his hand sank, Yelu Changsheng only felt that his arms were numb, and the phantom of the dragon head on the tip of the spear also dimmed a little after his arms were numb. He was slightly stunned in his heart, and a strong sense of loneliness welled up from the bottom of his heart, and then he saw Ling Tianyun's momentum rushing towards him like a rainbow. He saw the phantom of the Buddha statue condensed behind Ling Tianyun, and he also saw a confident and heroic light shooting from Ling Tianyun's eyes.