The roaring sound of horses' hooves resounded in the sky, and the two armies that flowed like a tide met each other, and the Khitan iron cavalry marched south from Xinzhou with an unstoppable momentum, while the Great Zhou army was high and thundered from south to north. Faintly, the speed of the two armies slowed down, and the neighing of the horses replaced the roaring hooves.

The Khitan wolf lord Yelushu was more burly than ordinary people, his face was full of beards like steel thorns, and his eyes like copper bells were full of wild rays of wolf-like light. And beside him, the tense body exuded a strong blood qi warrior waved his hand and pulled up a burst of surging aura, they were the world-famous Khitan blood wolf guard, the sharpest guard beside the Khitan wolf lord.

There is also a strong tower-like general beside the Khitan wolf lord Yelushu, this person is the first Khitan general Yelutuo, with the order of the Khitan first general Yelutuo, all the Khitan iron cavalry stopped abruptly, and the Khitan army that urgently stopped advancing did not have any disorder. Those Khitan cavalrymen sitting on their majestic horses raised their long knives in their hands, and their eyes were condensed with a layer of blood-red light.

Ye Yinfeng and Nangong Xianchen were condescending, taking in all of this. The first of the Great Zhou army was Shi Yanchao, the fierce general of the Great Zhou, and Fu Heng, the Shengyangmen Gate, and tens of thousands of Great Zhou troops were led by these two people to the north. In terms of momentum, it can be seen that these two armies are evenly divided, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior, the Khitan iron cavalry is carrying south, and the Great Zhou army has increased a lot of momentum due to the victory of the Battle of Gaoping.

"Who will win these two armies depends on the number and momentum of the winner, and the Khitan wolf cavalry is slightly better than the Khitan wolf cavalry in terms of the strength of the soldiers. However, the momentum of the Great Zhou army is high, and it may not be lost, and the important thing depends on the command strength of the two armies. The Khitan army is personally commanded by the Khitan lord Yelushu, and there is a mysterious blood wolf guard by his side. On the other hand, the Great Zhou Army, Shengyangmen Gate Fu Heng has the courage of invincible, although he is a person in the rivers and lakes, but this person is also good at marching and fighting, and he is a great Zhou general. That Shi Yanchao is a generation of fierce generals, and this person's galloping on the battlefield has also made great achievements for the Great Zhou. In terms of the strength of the two armies, it can be said that there is no distinction between the upper and lower levels. ”

Nangong Xianchen has a unique gaze, and she sees the situation of these two armies so thoroughly, and her beautiful eyes are even more brilliant and shining. And Ye Yinfeng beside her was even more solemn, because he saw a familiar figure from the Khitan army, it was a young man of his age, his sturdy body was straight like a spear, and his resolute face revealed a bit of resolute temperament, and the young man was carrying a spear wrapped in black cloth behind him. That young man was Wanyan Zhantian, the last disciple of Wanyan Invincible, the great master of the Khitan.

The two armies like a tide suddenly stopped, although the long neighing of the war horses in the array, but the two armies had already lined up in formation, looking at each other. The two armies exuded a magnificent momentum and stirred up, and the battle intent gradually took shape in the air, and a-for-tat contest began.

The Khitan wolf lord Yelushu condensed a strong bloody aura in his eyes, and he sat firmly on the war horse, and in front of him was the Great Zhou army. The Khitan wolf riders beside him were even more condensed with a heavy fighting intent, and rushed forward, the long knives raised in their hands reflected wisps of cold light under the scorching sun, and the evil intent of wiping the blood cold rolled up from their swords.

"Boom," the fighting spirit of the two armies, which had been stirred up, collided together, making a resounding sound, and a big war was about to break out.

Fu Heng rode forward, and beside him was Shi Yanchao, who was burly and many, as the master of the Holy Yang Gate of the first sect of the Great Zhou, he knew that his task this time was difficult. The Khitan army in front of it swept south with an unstoppable momentum, and the rumored Khitan iron cavalry was extremely fierce, even if it was a Khitan wolf horse, it had the courage to block ten, not to mention that the Khitan wolf rode out of the nest, which made him feel pressured.

"Since the defeat of Gaoping, Liu Yu has been frightened by my Great Zhou, and you and other foreign barbarians do not guard their own land, plunder my rivers and mountains, and bully our Han people. Today, the general is going to let you wait for the Khitan to come and go. Fu Heng raised his long knife and said loudly to the Khitan wolf lord who said in the foreword. When the two armies meet today, they can no longer be good, they can only fight to the death, and the Khitan has committed many crimes since they took Yanyun 16, which made the Great Zhou and the Han people in the world feel indignant.

"Hahaha, don't be ashamed, your Han people's qi is exhausted, and my Khitan country is in full swing, especially after winning the sixteen states of Yanyun, it is even more prosperous. If you want my Khitan wolf army to come and go, just show your strength, don't be as vulnerable as a boy scout. Na Yelu Shu glared angrily, and a wild aura suddenly welled up on his body, and he shot back at Fu Heng without showing weakness.

"The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty listened to the order, charged in formation, and raised the prestige of our Great Zhou country." When Fu Heng heard this, his eyes flashed even colder, and he shouted in a deep voice. After speaking, he was about to rush forward when he slapped his horse, but as soon as his war horse lifted his hoof, he felt a figure next to him rush with a "whoosh", it was Shi Yanchao, the fierce general of the Great Zhou.

"Khitan Fanman, wait for your grandfather Shi to take your head." Shi Yanchao raised the long knife in his hand, slapped the war horse under his seat, and galloped towards the Khitan like an arrow.

As Shi Yanchao took the lead in charging, the Great Zhou army set off a roaring frenzy, raising the weapons in their hands one after another, and suddenly the neighing of the war horse resounded again in this wasteland. The cavalry of the Great Zhou Army rolled up a burst of flying dust from the sky, their faces showed excitement, and a chilling battle spirit rose spontaneously, followed by a group of infantry, raising the long weapons in their hands and following behind the cavalry.

"Drink", there was a loud shout from the Khitan army, and I saw that Yelutuo, the first Khitan general, slapped his horse, and the long knife in his hand condensed a layer of cold light, and attacked Shi Yanchao. And the Khitan wolf lord was eyes slightly narrowed, as steady as Mount Tai stood still, and the wolf blood guards around him who exuded layers of bloody aura were even more proud.

As Shi Yanchao rushed first, a fierce battle began. The sound of horses' hooves resounded through the field, and the overwhelming shouts of killing soared into the sky. The two soldiers and horses began to tear together, and the sound of weapons colliding and the neighing of the war horses sounded on the wasteland.

Shi Yanchao's war horse rushed towards the Khitan army like a bolt of lightning, and everywhere he went, there were waves of blood rushing to the sky, and one Khitan wolf fell one after another under his long knife, and one Khitan war horse also fell to the ground under his god-like momentum.

Yelutuo's long knife was raised, and the war horse under the seat let out a roar and headed towards Shi Yanchao. I saw the scimitar in his hand raised, and he headed towards Shi Yanchao, who was covered with the blood of the Khitan wolf rider. Suddenly, the two world-famous generals fought together, only to see the sword light rising, the figure turning, and the war horse neighing.

One is the founding general of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and the other is the first brave general of the Khitan Kingdom, and the two have fought back and forth for several rounds, and they still have no winner. The soldiers of the two countries who met each other let out an earth-shattering sound of tearing and killing, and in a moment someone fell, the war horse neighed, and the cold light of the sword overshadowed the scorching sun in this sky. A fierce battle tore open its hideous face, blood splattered, and layers of pungent bloody breath instantly filled the battlefield.

A brocade-robed young man had a calm face, he stared at the soldiers of the two armies in the tearing and killing, and a layer of bloody flush appeared on his resolute face. It was the most primitive wild excitement in his heart that brought the bloody color of the war, and this person was Wanyan Zhantian. He slowly pulled out the silver spear from his back, only to see his hands shake, and the black cloth on the spear suddenly exploded, revealing the silver spear with cold light.

"On today's young and young Khitan generals, there is no one else except Zhantian and Zongheng, this battle is the rise of your reputation, I hope this battle will make your name resounding all over the world. My son stayed in Changjing, and this battle will let Zhantian make a name for himself. I, the wolf riders of the Khitan, let Da Zhou see your prestige, and let the world tremble under your prestige. The Khitan wolf lord said with words in his mouth, and after speaking, he turned his gaze to the young man.

Feeling the blazing light in Yelushu's eyes, Wanyan Zhantian's eyes froze, he nodded at the other party, and then patted the war horse under his seat, his spear shook, and suddenly a earth-shattering momentum surged out of his body. The horse under the seat felt the strong battle intent pouring out of his body, and couldn't help but let out a long neighing of joy.

Fu Heng did not charge away with Shi Yanchao, he rode his horse and sat firmly in the army, his eyes showing a solemn look. The Khitan wolf ride really deserves its reputation, and today there is the Khitan lord himself commanding, and its edge is even more unstoppable, which makes him have some faint worries in his heart. I saw that the fierce tearing and fighting between the two armies on the battlefield was going on like a stalemate, and for a while, the superiority of the two armies had not yet been revealed, and it was almost a one-to-one damage. But he knew that the cavalry of the Great Zhou army was still slightly weaker than the Khitan wolf cavalry, and as time went by, the inferiority would soon be revealed.

The slowly advancing infantry had not yet played any role, and now only the cavalry of the two armies were charging and tearing apart, and one by one the soldiers fell, and streams of blood flowed out, dyeing the wasteland red. The dazzling scorching sun was also dyed red by the blood that rose to the sky at this moment, which shows the tragic state of this battlefield.

He looked between the two warring armies, his eyes shrinking slightly as his gaze landed on a young figure. It was an extremely young boy, and the young man was not wearing any armor, but was wearing a brocade robe, but a silver spear in the young man's hand made him suddenly startle in his heart.

Wanyan Zhantian, how did he appear on this battlefield, Fu Heng was shocked, he didn't expect Wanyan Zhantian to appear on this battlefield. I saw that Wanyan Zhantian was like a fierce wolf rushing into the flock, the spear in his hand flew like a dragon, and there was no vitality at all where the spear went, and every time the war horse under his seat went, a Great Zhou soldier fell in a pool of blood, and he had already fought his way out of the Great Zhou cavalry.

Looking at the young man with no emotion in his eyes, Fu Heng's heart swelled with a dark bitterness, although he was not afraid of the young man, but the other soldiers in the Great Zhou army could not stop the young man's pace. After all, he is the master of an army, so he can't fight easily, and he is still in the Great Zhou army.

The spear rolled up a smear of blood that rushed to the sky, and a Great Zhou soldier fell to the ground with an unwilling look in his eyes, and the war horse under his seat let out a terrible neigh, and also fell down with the fall of the Great Zhou soldier. The young man on the war horse did not have the slightest emotion in his eyes, his face swept a layer of coldness, and the spear let out a trembling buzzing sound, as if singing.

Seeing that the young man was getting closer and closer to him, Fu Heng's heart was even more secretly anxious, he was not afraid of the young man, but the young man was in the Great Zhou army like no man's land, almost sweeping the Great Zhou soldiers who were blocking him like a bamboo. This made the momentum of the Great Zhou Army a little low, and it was even more impossible for the army to find a general who could compete with the young man.

Just when Fu Heng was secretly anxious in his heart, a long howl came from a distance, and the long howl resounded through the heavens and the earth, and fell into the ears of all the soldiers of the two armies who were fighting. The whistle overshadowed the overwhelming sound of tearing and killing, and there was an endless awe-inspiring killing intent in the whistle.

Fu Heng looked at the roar, and he saw a blue figure shoot down from the mountains beyond the wasteland, and then there was a hint of surprise in his heart.