There was a hint of worry in Nangong Xianchen's beautiful eyes, but she still didn't stop Ye Yinfeng's decision. The graceful fairy-like figure stood in the wind, the Tsing Yi made a hunting sound, the fluttering hair was like the ink rain falling from the sky, and the creamy face was flushed with an intoxicating flush. The blue shadow had already rushed down the mountain, and in an instant it was rushing towards the fierce battlefield.

Jerush's eyes froze, and he heard this earth-shattering howl, and from that whistle he felt a faint sense of danger. The howling sound clearly entered the ears of everyone in the fierce battlefield, so that the soldiers of the two armies who were fiercely tearing apart couldn't help but be stunned, and a terrifying light flashed in their eyes, and then after the whistle disappeared, the fierce tearing sound covered the sky again.

Wanyan Zhantian's spear in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, provoking a famous Zhou army, and a bloodthirsty red glow welled up in his eyes, and the splashed blood inspired the most primitive cruelty in his body. He only felt a roar of blood in his body, and suddenly his whole body was filled with endless power.

A long howl made his heart tighten, the spear swept out, and a large number of Great Zhou soldiers fell to the ground, and he looked at the person who let out the long howl. He saw a blue shadow shooting down from the mountains, and when he saw the blue-clothed young man clearly, there was a bang, and his whole body erupted with a fierce battle intent.

Ye Yinfeng's figure shot like an arrow towards the battlefield, his figure flew away from the Khitan wolf rider, but he was greeted by the shadow of arrows in the sky. However, the Khitan wolf lord knew that the comer was extraordinary, and ordered the cavalry behind him to draw their bows and rise, and the arrow shadows in the sky were like a black cloud and swept towards Ye Yinfeng's figure.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and with a 'bang', the bladeless and simple iron sword was suddenly in his hand, and he held up a series of sword flowers in his hand, and those arrows that shot like locusts were blocked by the iron sword in his hand, and they fell to the ground one after another. And his figure was no longer affected in the slightest, and his figure dragged one afterimage after another in the air, rushing towards the Khitan wolf horseman.

The long sword in his hand shot out a series of chilling sword qi towards the Khitan wolves who were rushing towards them, and suddenly, a wail sounded, and the war horse neighed. Ye Yinfeng's body turned again, he jumped on a war horse that had lost its owner, he clamped his legs, and the war horse twisted the direction and sprinted forward.

Looking at the blue-clothed young man who came from the sky, the Khitan wolf lord Yelushu's face changed slightly, he didn't expect this young man's cultivation to be so profound. The arrows fired by his own men didn't stop the boy for a moment. He couldn't help but feel a faint danger in his heart, but Yelushu was not very human, he endured the earth-shattering thoughts in his heart, he tightly pressed the scimitar that had been galloping with him on the battlefield for many years, his right hand trembled slightly, and then, he waved his right hand.

"Boom", "hiss••••••••••"

Behind him, several blood wolf guards with thick blood on their bodies suddenly rode out, and the bodies of those wolf blood guards exuded a strong bloody aura, which was a hundred times more hideous than those ordinary Khitan wolf riders. They raised their blood-stained scimitars and sprinted towards the blue-shirted boy with shouts in their mouths.

Feeling a fierce aura rolling up in a terrifying sense charging towards him, Ye Yinfeng raised his eyebrows, and the iron sword in his hand let out a soft groan. He clamped his legs, and the horse let out a long neighing of horror, but it couldn't change in the slightest, and rushed towards the wolf blood guards who were rushing towards him.

"Poof", a faint light shot up, a rush of blood splattered, and a huge human head detached from the body. But the war horse was unabated, until the dark iron sword rolled up a rainbow-like light, and the war horse suddenly separated, and then it fell down.

The long sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand rolled up with a terrifying blood, his eyes were as emotionless as the face of Zhantian, and the war horse under the seat let out a terrible neighing sound and then fell to the ground. The blue-clothed figure was on both feet, and its body landed like a breeze on another lost warhorse.

A flash of blood splattered out, a huge human head flew up, and there was not much left of the group of Khitan blood wolf guards who rushed in. There was a hint of horror in their eyes, which slowed their sprints, and the scimitars raised in their hands began to weigh down. They didn't even touch the corner of the boy's clothes, but one by one their colleagues separated and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wanyan Zhantian's eyes froze, and a fierce color appeared on his resolute face, and as soon as he raised the silver spear in his hand, a frenzied aura suddenly emerged on his body. And the war horse under the seat let out a roar, and rushed towards the Zhou army with four hooves.

A large Zhou cavalryman looked down at the trembling spear, his face showed a look of despair, and then he only felt that his strength was like draining, his eyes slowly lost their luster unwillingly, and his body fell to the ground.

The spear shook, and the horse let out a mournful roar, but it was the spear that stabbed the horse's head, and a stream of hot horse blood gushed out. After the war horse fell to the ground, its limbs were still wriggling, and the blood that gushed out soon stained the ground red, and the mouth of the war horse that was not yet dead let out a mournful wail.

I don't know how much blood was stained on the brocade robe, but the fierce face did not change in the slightest, and the spear like a poisonous dragon surged out one after another, and a famous Zhou cavalry let out a mournful cry under the spear, and fell to the ground one after another.

Ye Yinfeng's eyes shrank slightly, he looked at the extremely ferocious Wanyan Zhantian, and then the iron sword in his hand rolled up a splash of blood. In front of him, the Khitan blood wolf guards had completely lost any life, and those war horses were also scurrying around.

Looking at Yelushu, who was sitting firmly in the center of the Khitan wolf horse, Ye Yinfeng's eyes were even brighter, and he had already changed three or four war horses. Underneath him, several war horses with trembling limbs and a blood wolf guard separated from their heads had already fallen. A bold decision swelled in his heart, and he pointed the iron sword at the bearded Khitan wolf lord.

"Shoot the arrows." A loud cry came out of the mouth of the arrogant Yelushu, he looked at the slightly childish face, as if he saw the most terrifying ghost in the world, the young man gave him an invisible pressure, the iron sword in the young man's hand was like a treasure divine weapon, he felt his body tremble uncontrollably. This young man was like a prison Shura, and his body was full of blood and fear, which made him feel a chill all over his body.

"Boom •••••••", the shadow of the arrows covering the sky shrouded towards Ye Yinfeng, and countless arrows with a piercing sound of breaking the air, this array of arrows was far more powerful and domineering than the arrows shot in the first round. The sound of breaking through the sky resounded through the battlefield, and each long arrow shot with a murderous aura.

Ye Yinfeng's eyes froze, and a majestic aura surged from his body, and then his body rushed to the sky, heading towards the overwhelming arrows. The true qi in his body surged towards the iron sword like a river, and a faint halo appeared from above the sword body, and his body instantly became like a giant sword from his graceful posture like the wind.

Shuttling through the sword shadows in the sky, the surging true qi in Ye Yinfeng's body was endless, and the iron sword was even more agitated with an imperceptible halo, this was the first battle since he broke through to the Sanhua Realm. But he didn't expect that in his first battle after the Sanhua Realm, he encountered the Khitan wolf rider who was known as the most powerful in the world.

The three dim star flowers in the dantian gushed out the surging true qi, and the wild luck around him did not stop, and the majestic true qi stirred up the air everywhere. He clearly felt that the air around him contained a pure aura, this is the special feature of the Sanhua Realm, he could feel the aura outside his body, although he couldn't use it, but it made his perception extremely sharp and fast.

Wanyan Zhantian's face changed, he looked at Ye Yinfeng who was shuttling in the rain of arrows, and he felt an unprecedented pressure. This made a strong fighting spirit rise in his heart, he slapped the war horse under the seat, his body rose in the air, he held the gun in both hands, and his body went towards the center of the Great Zhou army like a meteor.

And it was the Great Zhou Commander Fu Heng who stood firmly in the center of the Great Zhou Army, his face became extremely solemn, he didn't expect that the two teenagers had already started to fight. Although the two did not go head-to-head, this indirect confrontation had already concealed the fierce battlefield.

Seeing that body flying towards him like a meteor, Fu Heng's slender palm trembled slightly, and a sharp long knife suddenly appeared in his hand. As the master of the first sect of the Central Plains, Shengyangmen, his cultivation is bound to be extraordinary, and he is not afraid of the Khitan boy who sprints towards him. At this time, it happened to follow his wishes, if the young man chose to attack him head-on, then he would not hesitate to attack.

After a rain of arrows, Ye Yinfeng's figure had already landed on another war horse, and not far from him, several war horses were already like hedgehogs, and the horses were full of arrows. He stood on top of a war horse with both feet, and his long sword rolled up a sword qi and swept out, sweeping a Khitan wolf rider to the ground, and he was already less than a mile away from the Khitan wolf lord Yelushu.

There was a touch of resolute determination in that soft face, the flowing blue shirt was stained with blood, and the dark iron sword was swaying with dazzling blood droplets. Ye Yinfeng's feet were secretly infused with true qi and headed towards the horse, so that the war horse could only go forward, ignoring the countless people of the same kind who were blocking in front of him.

"Protect my lord." Several heavy drinks sounded at the same time, but several blood wolf guards with thick blood on their bodies rode forward one after another, surrounded the Khitan wolf lord Yelushu, and protected him in the middle. There was an unprecedented solemnity in their eyes, the young man looked harmless to humans and animals, but it brought them an extremely shocking surprise. The young man only had a bladeless iron sword in his hand, but the bladeless iron sword was like a peerless god in the young man's hand, which made them feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

"Whoosh", there was another sound of breaking the sky, and the Khitan army once again shot a rain of arrows, trying to block Ye Yinfeng's figure. But the elegant, ghost-like figure shuttled through the rain of arrows again, intact and closer to the Khitan wolf lord.

Wanyan Zhantian's meteor-like figure rolled up a whirling dragon-like aura, and it was getting closer and closer to Fu Heng, and the reflection of the spear showed a face as tough as steel, and the spear was sprinkled with drops of bright blood. The brocade-robed young man suddenly accelerated with a bloodthirsty horror, which made the hearts of the Great Zhou soldiers standing in front of Fu Heng tighten, and then they only saw a faint red body with a white light stabbing fiercely.