"Protect the door master", shouts sounded from Fu Heng's side, but it was the master of the Shengyang Gate who rode out and greeted the invincible face who turned into a ball of guns. Several Shengyangmen masters wore the armor of the Great Zhou soldiers, hiding themselves in the Zhou army, and a trace of anger welled up on their faces, and they drew their swords and attacked the shadow of the spear that came from the curling light.

The figure that shot away from Yan Zhantian only paused for a moment, his eyes stared, and an incomparably brilliant light burst out from his eyes. The spear let out a trembling sound and surged away with a tearing sound.

The shadow of the spear turned into a point of light falling from the sky, and the figure that fell from the sky was like a peerless god of war, and a wild and cold battle intent poured out of his body. The spears in his hands turned into roaring dragons and headed towards the group of Shengyangmen masters who rode horses.

"Poof, poof, poof" A few muffled sounds of guns entering the flesh sounded, and several masters of the Holy Yang Gate fell to the ground. There was a look of disbelief in their eyes, and they didn't expect that in just one turn, they had already been pierced through the chest by the silver spear. The blood that shot up was like a blood flower, blooming under the scorching sun, and the bloody breath that rose to the sky filled the tip of the nose.

Wanyan Zhantian's figure was like an angry dragon crisscrossing between heaven and earth, and the spear exuded an awe-inspiring chill, and a frenzied terrifying aura surged from his body. His body turned, the castration had weakened, his feet stood on a neighing war horse, and from his eyes shot an arrogant and domineering gaze, he was like the master of this battlefield, all the awe-inspiring domineering power covering the sky with one hand overwhelming.

Seeing this, Fu Heng's heart couldn't help but tighten, Wanyan Zhantian's strong strength was beyond his expectations. As the master of the first sect in the Central Plains, his vision is of course unique, and from the majestic aura emanating from the brocade-robed young man holding a silver spear, he already knows the young man's martial arts realm. As a closed disciple of the world's number one master, he couldn't help but secretly think in his heart that such a talented martial arts wizard was rare in the Great Zhou Kingdom.

Seeing that all the masters of the Holy Yang Gate who rushed out of the horse beside him were picked up by the spear and fell to the ground, Fu Heng's slightly narrowed eyes began to condense a terrifying essence. He stretched out his hand to stop some other Shengyang Sect masters who wanted to ride out of the horse, the long knife in his hand raised a brilliant light, and he sat firmly on the war horse, just waiting for the young man with the silver spear to sprint

"Hiss•••••••••", Wanyan Zhantian's feet were slightly forced, and the war horse under his feet was already exhausted, and then let out a long roar and fell to the ground with a bang. And Wanyan Zhantian's figure swept up from the horse's back, he held the spear with both hands, and the roaring air-breaking energy exploded around him, and the surging energy swept out directly in all directions, and his cold eyes stared at Fu Heng's body without blinking.

A figure that shot like an arrow came to Fu Heng's eyes in an instant, and then a little rotating spear shadow rolled up the air around him, and the momentum like a dragon going out to sea attacked Fu Heng's body. The brocade-robed young man's eyes showed a determined look, and his sturdy body contained a roaring aura like a crash.

The shadow of the gun flashed, and a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded in the ears of everyone in the Zhou army. The spear began to grow slowly, but in Fu Heng's pupils, it became as thin as a needle. It was a strange gun momentum, the domineering and fierce gun intent had already formed, under the urging of the brocade-robed young man, it flashed with a terrifying momentum, and the shadow of the gun that pierced the air disappeared in that instant.

Fu Heng's body trembled, he didn't expect the gun intent exuded by this brocade-robed young man to be so domineering and so fierce. But as a martial artist, he is not an ordinary martial artist. With a slight luck, the feeling of being surrounded by guns disappeared, and the danger of being locked by spears disappeared.

A bolt of lightning tore open the clear sky under the scorching sun, and Fu Heng suddenly drew his knife and swung it towards the shadow of the spear.

Ye Yinfeng's heart was like water, and in his eyes there was only the Khitan wolf lord Yelushu who was sitting firmly on the war horse, his figure floated and flew, and the iron sword in his hand had already spilled out a few drops of blood that I don't know if it was the blood of the Khitan wolf riding or the blood of those Khitan war horses. Drops of blood splattered out from the faint and simple iron sword, forming exploding blood flowers that permeated the scorching sun.

The Khitan wolf lord Yelushu stared at the blue-shirted figure who came on a horse, but he didn't make any movements. The dozens of blood wolf guards behind him with a bloody aura had extremely solemn faces, and they tensed the nerves of their whole bodies as if they were facing a great enemy. They watched as the ethereal figure drew nearer and closer, but they did not receive instructions from Jerodus, and they could not do anything out of the ordinary.

The long sword was as quiet as a ghost, the figure was elegant, and Ye Yinfeng's face was filled with a trace of solemnity. Because he felt a strong sea-like aura condensing from the Khitan wolf lord's body, but he still raised the iron sword in his hand without hesitation, and stabbed towards the Khitan wolf lord who was sitting firmly on horseback with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

Yelushu's face changed slightly, and he felt a strong sense of crisis from the faint and simple iron sword, which turned into a dazzling sword like a flying immortal out of the sky. In his eyes, there was only the sword light that was getting closer and closer between the heaven and the earth, and the roaring sword qi was tearing through the air, making his clothes unstoppable. And the war horse under his seat also felt a burst of horror, and his whole body trembled.

The sword that the iron sword turned into was in front of Yelushu's eyes in an instant, and the earth-shattering wolf lord stretched out his larger-than-ordinary fist. From under his thick eyebrows were a pair of fierce eyes like wolf eyes, and from that fierceness burst out of the terrifying essence.

A majestic fist wind burst out from above the iron fist, and layers of ripple-like fists began to ripple from all corners of the fist. The imperceptible fist turned into a circle of strength, stirring up outside the huge fist, and a fierce aura erupted from the majestic body.

"Wow", the sword light that burst out from the iron sword collided with the fist that rippled out from the fist, and there was a slight sound of breaking the air. The fist and the iron sword were getting closer and closer, and the faint iron sword was advancing like a broken bamboo, and the fierce fist was even more like a thunderbolt struck forward.

"Boom", the iron fist finally collided with the iron sword, and the two powerful forces collided and rolled up a gust of wind and burst out. The shattering destructive energy shot out in all directions, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly eclipsed, only to see the rippling layers of energy surging away in all directions like ripples.

Ye Yinfeng only felt a fierce strength coming from the iron sword, and he was shocked to find that the fierce and domineering strength shook the tiger's mouth where he held the sword to a sour heart. The remnants of his strength instantly moved from his right hand to his right shoulder, only towards his chest.

"Wow", his chest was like a lightning strike, and a piece of blood in his body was churning, making his throat sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. But this is not the end, the power of the tyrant is running wildly in his body, stirring up the true qi in his body into chaos.

With that punch, the domineering true qi that gushed out wildly blasted Ye Yinfeng's body directly away, making his unstoppable madness too halal qi to suppress this injury. He stumbled under his feet, and only then did he stabilize himself. Once again, his figure landed on a warhorse, but he was already a few feet away from Nayrüsh.

Jerushu was also uncomfortable, and after the impact, his face suddenly flushed. The true qi that came from the iron sword rushed straight towards the incomparably domineering true qi in his body, and it was like a bamboo, rampage through his body, and the true qi in his body was scattered in all directions. And a trace of extremely dazzling blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the fist with a crash appeared in a shocking wound in a moment.

It was difficult to hide the shock in his heart, Ye Yinfeng stood on top of a war horse with both feet, and his eyes were even more shocked. He didn't expect that the internal strength of this world-shaking generation of wolf lords would be so deep, even if he broke through to the realm of three flowers, he still didn't get any benefits, but fell into the disadvantage.

There was a solemn look in his eyes, and the right hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling, and the domineering true qi that Yelushu had left in his body was gradually dissolved by him, and he felt a little relieved. The iron sword in his hand once again swept up a fierce sword aura, because from Yelushu's side, several blood wolf guards with a frenzied bloody aura condensed rushed straight towards him.

A crisp metallic resonance sounded, and a roaring aura burst out from Fu Heng's body, surging towards Wanyan Zhantian's body like a mountain. He sat firmly on the horse's back, and slashed down at the spear that stirred up a sharp sound of breaking the air, and the sound exploded in the ears of the surrounding Great Zhou soldiers like a thunderbolt in the sky.

A huge pain like a hammer suddenly tore through Wan Yan Zhantian's chest, and he felt that the hands holding the spear were burning as if they were burning, and the piercing pain came from his tiger's mouth. He couldn't help but let out a dull sound, but his eyes were resolutely fixed, and he quickly drew his spear and swirled around his waist, and the spear let out a roaring roar, and stabbed towards Fu Heng again.

Fu Heng's eyes froze, the tenacity and fortitude of the young man exceeded his expectations, but he was very human after all, the long knife in his hand rolled and flipped over, and a brilliant light burst out from the long knife. I saw a brilliant light sweep under the scorching sun, and it slashed at the spear like a dragon going out to sea.

Wanyan Zhantian let out a dull sound again, and the tearing colic in his chest spread around his body, making his resolute face a trace of hideous ferocity. The powerful counterattack momentum made his body retreat again and again, and he kept spinning in the air, and after a few turnovers, he fell and stood on top of a war horse.

The same look of shock emanated from Wanyan Zhantian's eyes, he didn't expect that the internal strength of this Great Zhou general was so high, although he had some information about Guan Yi Fu Heng, of course he would not take this No. 1 sect in the Central Plains in his eyes, but this time he suffered a lot of losses.

Fu Heng's posture was as steady as Mount Tai, but his heart had already set off a storm of turmoil, and the young man in front of him, who had not yet reached the age of a weak crown, had such an extraordinary cultivation, which surprised him very much. His gaze fell on the blue figure standing on the horse like two feet, and he was just as surprised as the growth of the young man.

More and more Khitan blood wolf guards came like a tide, Ye Yinfeng began to feel a trace of pressure, he couldn't stop waving the iron sword in his hand, he felt that the iron sword began to become heavier and heavier. He knew that it was impossible to hurt the Khitan wolf lord this time, so he made a decision immediately, and his body swept up and headed towards the Great Zhou army.

And that Wanyan Zhantian's heart moved, he also knew that he couldn't take the command of the Great Zhou, so he had no choice but to put away his spear and head towards the Khitan army.

The two figures swept over the battlefield of tearing and killing, and at that staggered moment, they both saw the strong battle intent between each other from each other's eyes.