Chai Rong's face changed a few times, and finally condensed into that absolute touch. He looked at the dozens of Praetorian guards beside him, some standing proudly beside him, standing on top of the chariot, and some of the guards holding their blades tightly and standing around the chariot. From their young faces, he felt as if something had pierced his heart, and there was a tingling sensation. These are the future of the Great Zhou, and they are also the pillars of the future of the Great Zhou, but now they are going to die here to protect their lives. These are all loyal soldiers of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and perhaps after this battle, if they can survive, then their future will be incomparably brilliant.

At the moment, except for the dozens of forbidden army guards beside him, there is no strength to preserve, he remembered Zhao Kuangyin's most important move, and he knew that he was not at the end of the mountain. That step has not yet been launched at the right time, and he only hopes that the only remaining Great Zhou army, including the forbidden army of Great Zhou, can get through the current crisis.

He took his eyes off the young Praetorian guards and landed directly on the battlefield. At this time, the battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, the sound of tearing and killing, the neighing of horses, and the sound of crashing to the ground, as well as the incessant screams, all converged into a tragic war movement. He saw one by one the Great Zhou soldiers fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and he also saw a resolute expression on a tragic face, these are his iron-blooded men of the Great Zhou, just for every inch of the Great Zhou land behind them, and the blood they splashed up was left on this land forever.

For a while, Chai Rong was in a trance, and he suddenly felt that he was lucky. Fortunately, Da Zhou has these soldiers who shed their blood for every inch of Da Zhou's land, and these brave and fearless soldiers in Da Zhou made his blood begin to boil. As the king of a country, he also wanted to rush into the Northern Han army and fight bravely with the soldiers of the Great Zhou, but reason told him that he could not act rashly at this time.

The war lasted from morning to afternoon, from the scorching sun to the setting sun. From the beginning of this war, Fan Aineng's rout dragged on until the all-out resistance of the Great Zhou army, and even began a full-scale counterattack. In this war, until Chai Rong's arms raised and shouted, to Zhao Kuangyin and other Great Zhou generals who led the army to attack, and even to the Northern Han Emperor ordered the general Zhang Yuanhui to focus all his attention on capturing Chai Rong alive.

The smoke of gunpowder was billowing up, and the fierce battle between the two armies was stalemate, completely forgetting the loss of time. On the battlefield, there were rivers of blood, stumps and broken arms could be seen everywhere, and bloodstained corpses were piled up like mountains, which showed the extreme tragedy of this war. But the soldiers of the two armies in the tearing down also completely ignored these, and the incessant screams covered all the sounds in the sky, and the splashed blood stained everyone's sight red.

The sword in Ling Tianyun's hand had already been stained with blood, and the armor on his body was even more bloodstained, and a Northern Han cavalry fell when the sword was flipped, and with that huge bang, the Northern Han cavalry had already fallen to the ground with men and horses. The horse hadn't lost his breath yet, his eyes were open wildly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop neighing, and the Northern Han cavalry had already been cut by Ling Tianyun's throat, blood gushed out, and his angry eyes seemed to be dead.

No matter how hard Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun fought hard, the Northern Han soldiers they killed were still limited, and they still couldn't bring substantial changes to this war. The tearing was still continuing, and the galloping war horse swept towards the Great Zhou army like the wind, and the raised blades were swaying with a touch of blood that had not yet cooled.

It was also Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng's performance that was too prominent, and the cavalry of the Northern Han began to notice the two Great Zhou guards who broke into the heavy armor alone. After the Northern Han cavalry began to avoid these two people, they gathered dozens of heavily armored cavalry at a rapid speed, raised the blades in their hands and rushed towards these two people.

For the Northern Han cavalry's fighting style, Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng began to be a little caught off guard, and their bodies turned slightly, avoiding the group of Northern Han heavy cavalry that came fiercely. But as soon as their figures retreated, countless swords and spears stabbed at them with a condescending momentum, and they had no choice but to turn around and retreat.

In the rear, there is no way to retreat, because next to Chai Rong's chariot is the last line of defense. Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng could only spread their bodies, and once again rushed into the group of Northern Han heavy horses that were rushing with people and horses. Ling Tianyun shuttled back and forth under the heavily ridden war horses of the Northern Han Dynasty like a cheetah, and the treasure knife in his hand reflected a trace of blood that rushed to the sky, and the war horses let out a miserable wail, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Ye Yinfeng's figure was like a free-spirited butterfly, his body was like the wind, and the iron sword rolled up one after another to fly. And the war horse's hooves were broken, and the horse's blood spurted red. The bright armor was covered with undried blood, and even his face was stained with blood.

Zhang Yuanhui had already stopped charging on his horse, he put the giant sword across his chest, and looked at the battlefield with a pair of fine eyes. At this time, the Northern Han heavy cavalry swept the forbidden defense line of the Great Zhou Dynasty to pieces, and the last line of defense was not broken, and in front of the last line of defense, there were two Great Zhou guards in the iron cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty, these two guards gave him a very young feeling, and they shuttled between the war horses with a knife and a sword.

The strong combat effectiveness of these two people gave him a lot of shock, and he didn't expect that these two Great Zhou guards would stop hundreds of Northern Han heavy cavalry. Hundreds of Northern Han horses galloped towards these two guards, but they were all resisted by these two guards, obviously these two guards were not ordinary forbidden army guards, and when his eyes were once again focused on them, he already had a countermeasure in his heart.

"Bypass those two with all your might, and leave those two to the others to deal with." Zhang Yuanhui waved his hand, and an order was issued. Then, from behind him, several men in strong suits jumped out, their faces glowing with uninhibited arrogance, but the blades in their hands were not stained with a trace of blood.

"You come forward and besiege those two people, these two people are obviously martial cultivators, so I will leave it to you, don't let General Ben down. The rest of the soldiers sprinted with all their might, and they must capture the emperor of the Great Zhou alive, and pay attention to capture them alive. Zhang Yuanhui's face turned cold, and he said to the few men in strong suits behind him, and then ordered to the deputy general beside him.

The men in the power suits didn't talk nonsense, and unfolded their bodies and threw themselves forward. Regarding the aura fluctuations displayed by these two guards, although they couldn't be sure of their martial cultivation realm, they still didn't take these two guards to heart, because they came from the first martial arts cultivation family in the Northern Han Dynasty, they had their arrogance, and they didn't care about ordinary soldiers. But for the martial cultivators exposed in the army, they will kill them with all their might, this is the purpose of the martial cultivators sent by the Zhong family, and it is also an experience sent by the Zhong family to martial cultivators.

Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng spread out their bodies and killed the Northern Han Heavy Cavalry one by one under their weapons, and the two of them converged. Because the Northern Han heavy cavalry that was rushing towards them had dispersed, leaving a large open space, and the scattered Northern Han heavy cavalry headed towards the other forbidden army defense lines.

Seeing this, Ye Yinfeng felt a bad feeling in his heart, and he felt several strong breaths surging towards them. He couldn't help frowning, it wasn't that he was afraid of the few strong breaths, but he didn't expect that martial arts cultivation would also appear in the Northern Han Army at this time, and the number was beyond his imagination.

"They'll give it to you, so you can be sure." Ling Tianyun's face was a little solemn, and he also felt the arrival of those several powerful auras, and the aura on these people gave him a familiar feeling. He knew the origin of those figures, apart from the Zhong family of the Northern Han Dynasty, who else could send so many martial cultivators. He could only hand over these Zhong family martial arts to Ye Yinfeng, and he had to rush to other defense lines, because there were still many heavy Northern Han heavy cavalry rushing towards the defense line arranged by the Great Zhou Forbidden Army.

"Go ahead, leave it to me here, I won't let them go any further." Ye Yinfeng raised the iron sword in his hand and said in a firm tone. Either way, the two of them didn't need to say too many polite words to each other, just give each other a promise. And they also know in their hearts that in the face of such a difficult battle, maybe they will die in this battle, so it is better to prove themselves with actions.

"What do you tell you to go, how unlucky to say. I wouldn't die so easily, and neither can you. We also have to step through the shackles of this martial art together and witness the limits of martial arts. Ling Tianyun patted Ye Yinfeng's shoulders and said with a grin, he didn't want to make this atmosphere too solemn.

Ye Yinfeng's heart warmed, this guy was a good person to him since Li Xiaoyao, but Ling Tianyun's next words made his body stagger. All the warmth in his heart was almost made to smile bitterly by Ling Tianyun's words, this guy was really not afraid of anything.

"Don't die, when we reach the peak of martial arts, I'll take you to the kiln. One look at your face tells you that you're still a virgin. Ha, ha, ha. As soon as Ling Tian Yunbao retracted his sword, his figure flickered and rushed towards the other Northern Han heavy horses, and soon his figure disappeared into the neighing war horse, and there was no trace.

"And say that I, you are different, you are not a virgin yet." Ye Yinfeng secretly scolded in his heart, and then turned his gaze to the several figures that shot out. The iron sword in his hand rose up, letting out bursts of soft groans, and he frantically operated the true qi of his whole body, hissing like a fierce breath resounding around him.

Several men in uniform came to Ye Yinfeng's face in an instant, their eyes shot out like an eagle's fierce light, and they also raised a long sword with a cold glow in their hands. They didn't have any expression for Ling Tianyun's departure, but the slightly green-faced guard in front of them stopped them, which made them feel a little surprised.

Without any words, the two sides quickly exchanged hands, Ye Yinfeng unfolded his body, and the footwork of the wind shadow floated up in this group of men in strong suits. And the iron sword in his hand is even more ups and downs, opening and closing, every sword and every move are vividly swayed, and the sword rays raised by the iron sword are like blooming flowers in this group of powerful men. His figure fluttered like the wind, and the sword qi rolled up by his iron sword was layered on top of each other.

Several long swords were raised, and the stirring true qi seemed to explode, heading towards the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand, and a clanging sound sounded. The faces of the several men in strong suits changed slightly, and when they looked at the long sword in their hands, they found that there was a rice-grain-like collapse on the body of the sword, which made the ruthlessness in their hearts all released.

Ye Yinfeng's eyes were slightly cold, and the iron sword in his hand swept a bloody light, and then a burning sting pain came from his left leg. These people attacked him as fiercely as beasts, and the internal force of these people brought him a lot of confusion, so that he was injured a lot of carelessly.