"Two boys who don't know whether they are alive or dead, they are still so calm and idle in the hands of the old man. The old man doesn't know whether to admire your ignorance or admire the courage of your newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and he still delusions about assassinating the first capable general of the Han Dynasty, which is simply looking for death. Zhong Huangyu had already come with a strong killing intent, and at this time, seeing that the two of them chatted as if they were fearless, they directly swept him aside, which made him even more angry.

Once upon a time, when did he end up like this, in Jinyang, the imperial capital of the Northern Han Dynasty, no one knew who didn't know, and the martial arts family stood like a god. And he, Zhong Huangyu, as the second person in the Zhong family, is extremely respected by others, even to the point of worship. But the two teenagers in front of him looked fearless, and they were chatting with each other, which made his heart even more angry.

"Looks like the old horseman can't wait, be careful yourself." Ye Yinfeng knew that if he continued to talk about it, it would definitely cause Zhong Huangyu's more crazy moves, and this fire would be almost here. He knew that he would not only have to face Zhong Huangyu, but also face the thousands of Northern Han heavy riders.

Ling Tianyun nodded, and with a wave of his sword, he took a few steps back, and his gaze fell on the guards of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army who were sticking to the last line of defense. He shouted in a deep voice: "Brothers, can you withstand it." Brother Rong left for a while, and waited for the little brother to hold the head of the Yuan Emblem to cheer for His Majesty our Emperor, okay! ”

"We will swear to protect Your Majesty to the death, and wait for the triumphant return of Ling Gongzi." Those Great Zhou forbidden troops who were holding weapons and sticking to the last line of defense beside Chai Rong echoed violently, and their eyes shot a blazing light, not only for the honor of Great Zhou, but also for being infected by the arrogance of that young guard. Their morale suddenly rose to the extreme, and they raised their weapons one after another, waving towards the Northern Han heavy cavalry that was rushing towards them.

Before leaving, Ling Tianyun's eyes flashed with a strange light, his gaze fell on Chai Rong, who was sitting peacefully on the chariot, he knew that he didn't need to say more at this time, he believed that his eldest brother would definitely understand and understand him. This battle was extremely difficult, and a breakthrough must be found in order to reverse the fighter, and Zhang Yuanhui, who rode a horse in the heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty, was this breakthrough.

With a heart, Ling Tianyun put away his knife and turned around and ran wildly, his body jumped up from the Northern Han heavy cavalry, his legs were filled with a thousand strengths, and he kicked a Northern Han heavy cavalry down. As soon as his body spun and flipped over, he had already landed firmly on the war horse of the Northern Han Dynasty, grabbed the reins and pulled hard.

The war horse let out a miserable neighing cry and was forced to turn around by Ling Tianyun. The horse felt a chilling sensation coming from its back, and it could not help but be afraid, and obediently followed the pull of the reins and galloped in the opposite direction.

"What a self-conscious brat." The people of the Northern Han Dynasty who were riding their horses and standing on the plain also saw this scene, although they did not hear Ling Tianyun's heroic shout, but they already knew his purpose. At the same time, everyone's hearts rose with such thoughts, not to mention that Ling Tianyun couldn't get close to Zhang Yuanhui's body, even thousands of Northern Han heavy cavalry would tire him half to death, approaching Zhang Yuanhui, waiting for him would be the giant iron sword of the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty.

Zhang Yuanhui's face trembled slightly, he didn't think about Ling Tianyun's reckless thoughts except admiration. He was already impressed that this young guard was able to do this, and if that young man could really get close to him, he would think about it for a while, so that Ling Tianyun would be completely desperate.

Ling Tianyun didn't know what others thought, he only knew what he thought, and Zhang Yuanhui, the general of the Northern Han Dynasty on the original slope, was the flaw in this war. He must open this flaw as soon as possible, and the dilemma of the Great Zhou Army will be solved, as for the situation of the Northern Han Emperor, he did not take it to heart.

Raising the treasure knife in his hand, Ling Tianyun rode his horse and galloped, hundreds of Northern Han heavy cavalry stacked up a defensive front, and one war horse neighed. However, the war horse that Ling Tianyun was sitting on was lonely, like a sailboat, flickering in this group of war horses. He didn't have any advantages, he could only ride his horse to dodge and avoid the Northern Han heavy cavalry one by one, even though his equestrian skills were exquisite, even if the war horse he sat on was fierce and brave, but in the face of the endless Northern Han heavy cavalry and galloping war horses, his heart was already extremely nervous.

Ye Yinfeng didn't have so much energy to care about Ling Tianyun's situation, because Zhong Huangyu had already gathered his shattered true qi, and his left palm rolled up like a storm and attacked him. The old man's body was like an eagle, but his movements were extremely fast, and the palm power that burst out from his left palm turned into countless long arrows, which shot towards Ye Yinfeng's vital body.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the second person in the Zhong family in Jinyang, this palm strength, this momentum is extraordinary. But Ye Yinfeng is no longer the hairy boy who first came out of the rivers and lakes. The experience along the way has taught him a lot, and it has also made his martial arts realm climb higher and higher, which is different from ordinary people.

The torn air was like an explosion, turning into a Dao wind blade around Ye Yinfeng's body, and the thin palm shadow was like a sharp sword. Although Ye Yinfeng felt that this palm shadow was not a sword, the strong wind that burst out from the palm was even sharper than that ordinary sword.

Hurriedly stepping on the footwork, Ye Yin did not intend to collide with the other party, he raised the iron sword in his hand and picked up the sword flowers, and cut horizontally towards the palm shadows. The Tai Qing Qi in his body was like a pool of autumn water, and the sword and the palm shadow were shattered when they touched it, and Ye Yinfeng's figure had changed several times.

Zhong Huangyu's condensed palm shadow rose in the air, and after he patted it into the air several times, a breath like a huge wave suddenly formed on the four sides of Ye Yinfeng. The palm prints carried the momentum of shattering the sky and the earth, and the energy in the huge waves rolled up a column of water like a force, and struck towards Ye Yinfeng. Even if he is an old man who has lost his right arm, the depth of his internal strength is not to be underestimated, especially his exquisite palm technique, which makes it difficult for Ye Yinfeng to get rid of for a while.

"Hum", a palm shadow struck the sword body of the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand fiercely, and a fierce force came from the iron sword, making the iron sword let out a trembling soft groan. A burning sensation came from his wrist and went straight to his chest, the burning pain made Ye Yinfeng's face sink, and a touch of bloody blood in his chest was about to rise and gush out.

That palm print hit the bladeless sword body, making Ye Yinfeng's footwork chaotic, and his figure couldn't help but pause. When Ye Yinfeng's figure was stunned, the old figure showed a trace of hideous ferocity on his face, his body shook, and his right palm took up a series of afterimages and slapped towards Ye Yinfeng's head. It's good that this boy can hold on for dozens of rounds, but he still has to die no matter what, Zhong Huangyu thought fiercely in his heart.

Feeling a devastating aura coming from above his head, Ye Yinfeng's face became a little pale, and he forcibly endured the blood qi surging up and over in his chest, and there was a slight mistake under his feet. His figure had already taken two steps back, but the distance between these two steps was still far from enough, because Zhong Huangyu's palm shadow in the sky had already sealed his retreat, unless he had the ability to escape from heaven and earth.

Ye Yinfeng was not panicked by the palm shadow in the sky slapping towards his head, he wanted to pull out the soft sword in his waist, but he was wearing armor at this time, and it was impossible for the soft sword to be drawn through the armor. He had to take a deep breath, and his mind suddenly fell into a state of emptiness. He raised his head, and the iron sword in his right hand rose from the bottom up, and a ghostly luster emanated from the sword in his hand.

Zhong Huangyu's palm shadows paused at the moment when Ye Yinfeng swung out the iron sword, and countless palm shadows immediately turned into a thin palm. Because the tip of the iron sword was pointing right at a certain place in his palm, causing his burst palm wind to disappear in an instant.

Suddenly shocked in his heart, Zhong Huangyu didn't expect that this young man would only find out the weakness in his palm technique in an instant, which was a certain acupuncture point in his palm. When the true qi of his whole body is infused into his palm, the acupuncture point in his palm is the center point of this palm, which means that it is like the eye of the array in the storm, in fact, this array of eyes is the safest. And it was precisely when this young man saw through this that he risked his life to raise his sword and point it at the acupuncture point in his palm.

With a single sword, he broke his palm shadow that was attacking from the sky, and even if Zhong Huangyu was extremely unhappy in his heart, he couldn't continue to shoot. He could only retract his palm, and then his body was wrong, and he rushed past Ye Yinfeng's side, and he just stood up, but saw the faint iron sword stabbing towards his chest in a strange arc.

Zhong Huang's face was shocked, and his heart was even more shocked, he could only retreat again and again, and after waiting for him to retreat for more than ten steps, the sword shadow like a maggot with bones stopped. His face became a little red, he didn't understand why the young man who had fallen into the disadvantage just now could see through his body and his palm technique, even if he was a senior, he didn't feel a hot feeling on his face.

Ye Yinfeng naturally entered that state of empty Lingtai, and he did not take the opportunity to attack again after collecting his sword. He held his iron sword across his chest, and a sneering smile rose between his lips, not sarcastically about the old horseman, but feeling a change in his state of mind.

"Hiss•••••••••", a scream of a war horse sounded, and the war horse under Ling Tianyun's seat had already been hit by dozens of Northern Han war horses and fell to the ground with a bang, while Ling Tianyun, who was on the horse's back, rose into the air, and with a wave of the treasure knife in his hand, a splash of blood fell in all directions like rain.

Secretly saying in his heart that it was a pity, Ling Tianyun's leaping figure once again kicked a Northern Han heavy horse to the ground, and he sat firmly on the other war horse with both feet down. However, as soon as he sat down, the war horse staggered straight ahead. He had to rise into the air again, and when his eyes fell on the war horse that fell forward, he couldn't help but feel a tightening in his heart, because the Northern Han heavy horses that had landed and did not die turned over and stabbed all the war horses that had lost their masters to death.

Raising his eyebrows, Ling Tianyun looked in the direction of Zhang Yuanhui in the air, although he was getting closer and closer to Zhang Yuanhui, but there were more Northern Han heavy horses between him and Zhang Yuanhui. As soon as his body turned, he lifted his breath and shot towards Zhang Yuanhui with a momentum like a forest, and he didn't know how many shoulders of the Northern Han heavy riders he stepped on under his feet, and he didn't know how many Northern Han heavy riders his sword had slashed over the necks of the heavy cavalry.

Finally, his body fell, and in front of him, in addition to the line of defense that was surrounded by water, the center was Zhang Yuanhui, the first general of the Northern Han Dynasty. Under his feet was still an unknown Northern Han heavy horseman, the gushing blood stained the soles of his feet extremely red, only the simple and unpretentious sword was dripping with endless blood.

Zhang Yuanhui was shocked, tactically speaking, he and Ling Tianyun were not wrong, both sides were rushing for time, the tactics of both sides were the same, it depended on which side took the lead first. As long as the first opportunity is achieved, then the Lord will be victorious, and the final outcome of the war will be fixed.