"Zheng", a sword roar piercing the sky spread, Ye Yinfeng's figure stopped suddenly, his figure bent slightly, and the iron sword in his hand was emitting a trembling whisper, endlessly. There was a flush of red on his face, his chest was undulating, and the essence in his eyes was as dense as a sharp edge.

Ye Yinfeng's figure seemed to be frozen, and layers of fine sweat oozed from his forehead, breaking through the formation between the ten Zhong family martial cultivators, so that the energy and will of his whole body were consumed, making him use the last move of the Void Sword to consume two or three percent of his internal strength, and the blood stains like lines condensed on the iron sword were descending along his sword body, falling to the ground bit by bit, exploding on the ground, forming bright blood flowers.

The noisy battlefield seemed to be still, the cold glow on the raised long sword began to dim, and the eyes of the ten Zhong family martial cultivators were open angrily, and their figures seemed to be frozen. They held the long sword in their hands and froze in mid-air, and a thin red line appeared from their necks, and suddenly, blood like a spring of water spurted out of their necks. Their brains were still fixed on the power of the sword, and the swords in the hands of several Zhong family martial cultivators had been cut into two, and only a small half was left in their hands.

They couldn't understand why this bladeless iron sword was so incredibly powerful, not only slicing off the long sword in their hands, but also leaving a sword mark on their necks. The young man's body is too weird, and the young man's swordsmanship is even more incredible. At the same time, their minds were still immersed in their exquisite formation, and they couldn't figure out how this Great Zhou guard had broken their formation.

Afterwards, Ling Tianyun had also asked Ye Yinfeng how this formation had been broken. Ye Yinfeng only said one sentence, my senior brother once said that all perfect formations in the world are flawed, as long as that flaw is found, this formation will be vulnerable. Then, Ling Tianyun asked again, where was the flaw in this formation, Ye Yinfeng replied, in fact, the cooperation of these ten martial cultivators was quite perfect, but there was a certain gap in the internal force between the circulation of their long swords, and this gap was the flaw. Although it is necessary to hit this gap, it is also necessary to grasp the right time, and Ye Yinfeng's internal strength and mental method is exactly the nemesis of this flaw.

Zhang Yuanhui's face showed a little anger, and he said fiercely: "There is not enough success, and there are more failures." ”

After saying that, he ordered the other heavy cavalry to split into several roads, one rushing towards Ye Yinfeng, while the other heavy cavalry rushed towards the chariot where the Great Zhou Emperor Chai Rong was. Next to the chariot, only a few hundred guards were holding the last line of defense, as long as they broke through this line of defense, the Great Zhou Emperor would not be able to escape even if he had wings.

The ten Zhong family martial cultivators fell to the ground one by one, their eyes widened with rage, and the long sword in their hands also fell to the ground weakly. The blood gushed out like a gushing out, instantly dyeing the land red, and the blood-colored sky was even more condensed with layers of red and bright colors, and the sky was like being coated with a layer of bright red blood, which made people full of crazy and bloodthirsty evil. The blood and gas rolled up, and the battlefield like a mountain of bones condensed a sad and pessimistic picture, blood flew, and the reddened sky was reflected in the blood-stained earth, and the war was burned, and the smoke of gunpowder filled the field.

Ye Yinfeng looked back at all this, and his heart no longer had the same fluctuations as the waves at the beginning. Although he rejects war in his heart, he is in the midst of this war, either you die or I live in the war, and he is like a lonely boat on this turbulent and tumbling sea, he can only let the wind and rain blow, and he cannot control the outcome of this war, just as he cannot be killed by the enemy.

He sighed secretly in his heart, and didn't look at the ten Zhong family martial cultivators who fell to the ground and died, he unfolded his body and headed in the direction of Ling Tianyun. Facing the collision of hundreds of Northern Han heavy cavalry, he knew that Ling Tianyun was already very tired, and coupled with Zhong Huangyu, who had just joined the battle, Ling Tianyun's situation would not be optimistic.

At this time, the battle situation had become complicated, and there were only a few hundreds of guards of the Great Zhou Forbidden Army beside the chariot carrying Chai Rong, and they raised their blades to lay down this last line of defense. And the other Great Zhou armies and the Northern Han army led by Zhao Kuangyin and the generals of the Great Zhou were tearing apart, and they couldn't take care of Chai Rong's side at all. Zhang Yuanhui, the general of the Northern Han Dynasty, put the focus of the Northern Han heavy cavalry on Chai Rong's body, and the 1,200 Northern Han heavy cavalry continued to sprint towards Chai Rong's chariot.

Ling Tianyun had already killed the Northern Han heavy cavalry who had rushed to him, and there was no trace of the armor on his body, only the blood stains covered the entire armor. His raised hair flew wildly, the treasure knife in his hand rolled up a trace of blood, and countless Northern Han heavy horses and Northern Han war horses had fallen under his feet.

Compared to Ling Tianyun, Ye Yinfeng was obviously more relaxed, except for the fact that it took some energy and internal strength to break the formation of the ten Zhong family martial cultivators in the end, he only suffered a small injury, that is, the leg was pierced by the Zhong family martial cultivator by the long sword, it was just a flesh injury.

His figure shuttled through the columns of Northern Han heavy horses, and everywhere he passed was a burst of neighing and chaotic phenomena. The flying Northern Han cavalry was like a big stone thrown one by one, and was thrown to the ground heavily, and then the non-stop moaning echoed endlessly, and in these few moments, Ye Yinfeng broke the combat effectiveness of these Northern Han heavy cavalry. It's not that he doesn't want to kill, it's that time won't stop him.

Zhong Huangyu's figure was getting closer and closer to Ling Tianyun, his galloping figure with a piercing sound of breaking the air, his body swept down from the plain like a goshawk, and his feet flew over the heavy cavalry. Everywhere he passed, there was a burst of breath churning, and the momentum he condensed was like a mountain and a sea.

As soon as Ling Tianyun's knife was pulled out of the body of a Northern Han heavy horseman, the whizzing figure arrived in front of him, and it was Zhong Huangyu's slightly distorted face that greeted him. The enemies were very red when they saw each other, and it is not an exaggeration to use this sentence to describe Zhong Huangyu at this moment.

"The boy of the Ling family, I didn't expect the old man to meet you here, it's really a god's eye. The old man will tell you to survive and not to die, and this old man with a broken arm will finally be avenged today. Zhong Huangyu's distorted face looked a little hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said to Ling Tianyun.

"The old man of the Zhong family, the master didn't ask for your old life that day, only broke your dog's arm, and you were lucky. If you can break your right arm, you can break your left arm, and you have never been afraid of you. Don't think that if you rely on the old and sell the old, the master will show mercy, and today the master will let you take a good look. As soon as Ling Tianyun heard Zhong Huangyu's fierce words, he couldn't help but raise the treasure knife in his hand and said indignantly.

At this time, he was no longer the scout in the army who had just walked out of Baishui Pass, and he had already experienced the test of life and death along the way. Even if he was invincible against the world's number one master, he didn't have any fear, not to mention Zhong Huangyu, who was far inferior to him. In his eyes, Zhong Huangyu is just a paper tiger, and he has no threat to himself after losing his right arm.

"Boy, I didn't expect to see him for months, but he became sharp-tongued. Don't think that you can scare the old man with a broken knife, if it weren't for His Majesty's words to capture you alive today, this battlefield would be your burial place. Zhong Huangyu's eyes showed awe-inspiring hatred, he couldn't wait to kill Ling Tianyun with just one palm. It's just that the Northern Han Emperor Liu Yu made a will, in order to gain the emperor's trust, but he couldn't kill the killer, which made him even more resentful in his heart.

"Old horseman, who doesn't know how to say big words, if you have the ability, you will take the master's life. Master is waiting for you here, and this battlefield may not indicate whose burial place it is. Ling Tianyun's eyes shot a sharp light, he knew that his identity was obviously exposed, of course he also thought that it must have been instigated by this old horse. In any case, the exposure of his identity is not good for his father. It seems that after this battle, I must go back to Whitewater.

With a "whoosh", a figure shuttled between the heavy horses of the Northern Han Dynasty, and Ye Yinfeng also took off his helmet and threw it away. Wearing this helmet made him very uncomfortable, and the heavy helmet also limited his movement to a certain extent, and it was much easier to take it off and throw it down. His figure landed directly beside Ling Tianyun, standing side by side with him.

"How's that, I can't hold it anymore." Ye Yinfeng asked Ling Tianyun jokingly, bursts of bloody aura came from Ling Tianyun's body, and the rich blood qi lingered from his body, and the condensed blood qi gathered and melted into a bloody aura that made people palpitate. Ye Yinfeng looked at the bloodstains on this guy's body, and couldn't help frowning, how many people has this guy killed, this will gather such a heavy bloody aura.

"Jokes, just these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it's not enough for my son to stuff his teeth. You move quite fast, the martial artists of the Zhong family are still so vulnerable, right? Ling Tianyun said arrogantly, his words suddenly stabbed the roaring Zhong Huangyu again.

Zhong Huangyu's face became extremely ugly, he didn't think that this guard was also so young, it seemed to be a little younger than Ling Tianyun. In the martial arts cultivation world, he had never heard of such a young sword master. His gaze fell from Ling Tianyun's body to Ye Yinfeng's body, and a strong murderous aura shot out of his eyes, he did not hide his killing intent towards Ye Yinfeng at all. The Emperor of the Northern Han Dynasty made an order and said that he would capture Ling Tianyun alive, but he did not say that he would capture the young guard alive. There was an eerie horror in his eyes, this young guard killed the ten elite martial artists he brought out, and his power in the Zhong family was directly weakened.

If this feud is not shared, how can he let the other party go, this young man not only ruined the essence of the Zhong family's cultivation with all his strength, but also damaged his strength in the competition for the head of the Zhong family, so that he can no longer have any bargaining chips to compete with Zhong Jianhong, the third generation of the Zhong family. He had no choice but to stake all this on the Northern Han Emperor, capture Ling Tianyun alive, kill the young guard, and finally capture the Great Zhou Emperor, so that he would be impressed in front of the Northern Han Emperor. In this way, he has the confidence to compete for the position of the head of the Zhong family, so he will rush to the Great Zhou army at all costs.

"It seems that this old man wants to kill me, isn't it just to kill ten members of his Zhong family, but they want to kill me. It's good for you, the emperor's words spared you, and I don't want to avenge the broken arm. Seeing Zhong Huangyu's murderous expression, Ye Yinfeng couldn't help but smile bitterly and said to Ling Tianyun.

"Do you think he doesn't want to kill me, then the emperor's words made him willing to give up, who can blame him. Since he wants to kill you so much, how about handing over this husband to you. Ling Tianyun smiled and responded to the other party, the two of them talked casually, and they had no scruples in front of Zhong Huangyu.

"Alas, this man hates me so much that he chases away his wish. Be careful yourself, that Yuan Hui is not so easy to kill. "How could Ye Yinfeng not see Ling Tianyun's thoughts at this time, if he wanted to reverse this situation, he had to kill Zhang Yuanzheng, the number one general of the Northern Han Dynasty, so that he could disrupt the position of the Northern Han army, and the Great Zhou army could take advantage of the situation to counterattack.