Obviously, no one was optimistic about Ling Tianyun and thought that his actions were crazy. Among them was the Great Zhou Emperor Chai Rong, who was not optimistic that Ling Tianyun could succeed, and even thought that it would be difficult for Ling Tianyun to break through from the enemy army. Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but tingle again, in addition to those soldiers who fought for the honor of the Great Zhou, they also felt sad about Ling Tianyun's uncertain life and death.

As the emperor of the Great Zhou, no matter how broad-minded he is, but seeing that familiar face falling in front of his eyes, no matter how resolute he is, it is difficult for him to control his emotions. Chai Rong's eyes were unusually calm, but there was a burst of colic in his heart like a pinprick surging wildly. His hands gripped the edge of the chariot's railing, his palms piercing deep into the flesh with his overstretched nails, and he seemed to be unconscious, his eyes flickering with a burning light.

"Knock, knock, knock •••••••", I don't know when, there were bursts of exciting war drums on the battlefield, and the war drums were thunderous that escaped into the hearts of everyone. The raised blade swung more violently, and the blood splattered from it became thicker.

I don't know if this war drum came from the Great Zhou army or the Northern Han army, everyone knows that this war has reached a critical moment. The soldiers of the two countries who were desperately rushing to kill opened their eyes angrily, and the weapons they waved carried the sound of Huo Huo breaking through the sky, and suddenly, the world fell into a roaring and shocking hustle and bustle. The fierce battlefield, the red-dyed armor, and the soldiers of the two countries who were torn together like fierce beasts, all this is like a blood-colored picture scroll like majestic mountains and rivers, and all this is a symphony of life and death.

On the horizon, a touch of the sun, on the horizon, a blood-colored sunset, on the horizon, a few tired birds that were frightened by the war drums,

On the ground, a few wisps of smoke, the ground, a few smeaks of blood that rushed to the sky, and the ground, thousands of horses rode and neighed.

A layer of frost condensed on Zhong Huangyu's face, and a long sword slipped out of his sleeve, and he looked fixedly at the young guard in armor in front of him. This young man's martial arts strength was even higher than he expected, and this young man's tricky swordsmanship made him feel jealous. The palm technique could no longer put pressure on the other party, so he had to draw the long sword hidden in his right sleeve, even though his right arm was broken, but his strength had not decreased.

Feeling the strong killing intent in the other party's eyes and the majestic aura on his body, Ye Yinfeng raised his eyebrows, and the bladeless iron sword in his hand tightened. He stood with his legs slightly apart one after the other, and his body was filled with a roaring frenzy of true qi, and he still couldn't take it lightly for the old man who had abandoned his sword and used it.

A loud shout came out of Zhong Huang's mouth in the rain, and the long sword in his hand turned into a chilling cold, and the air in the four places turned into a hurricane like a crashing wind towards Ye Yinfeng. The sword light, the sword light, and the surging sword qi suddenly condensed the squeezing energy as if the space around it had collapsed, and a terrifying coercion was immediately formed, surging Ye Yinfeng away.

Ye Yinfeng's eyebrows condensed, the iron sword in his hand waved, his figure was wrong, his body bowed slightly, and the iron sword went straight forward, stabbing towards the ball of energy. He didn't use any fancy moves, nor did he use the intricate footwork, but only the ordinary stabbing technique.

"Zheng", a metal sound, the two swords collided together at this moment, and the calcium carbide sparks burst open. Two powerful forces shot out from the sword bodies in their hands, as if there were countless arrows, the piercing sound of breaking the air was endless, and the trembling sound of the two long swords hitting each other was particularly loud and deafening in this noisy battlefield.

The drums of war gradually weakened, but the soldiers of the two countries who were intertwined with the sprints set off a higher wave on the battlefield, and the shouts of tearing and killing were higher and higher. The neighing of the galloping horses roared endlessly, and the earth seemed to be shaking, and the splashing blood dyed the blood-colored dusk even more red and dazzling.

Ling Tianyun wiped the blood splashed on his face, his hand holding the knife couldn't help but tremble slightly, but his determined gaze was as bright as ever. He didn't remember how many Northern Han war horses he had taken, and he didn't know how many Northern Han war horses he had taken, and he didn't know how many Northern Han war horses were killed by the Northern Han heavy cavalry, and there was a slight fatigue on his body, he raised his head, and Zhang Yuanhui was getting closer and closer to him.

The body rushed like a leopard, only to see a cold light reappear, and a galloping war horse let out a miserable long neigh, and finally fell to the ground with a bang. With the fall of the war horse, a Northern Han heavy horse rolled heavily to the ground. However, Ling Tianyun didn't look at the Northern Han heavy rider who rolled to the ground, he raised his treasure sword and rushed towards the original slope.

He had already ignored everything behind him, and in his eyes there was only Zhang Yuanhui, the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty who was riding a horse and could not stand up and command, and he was getting closer and closer to Zhang Yuanhui. No matter how tragic the battle situation behind him was, he put all his body and mind on the slope and rushed towards it.

Zhang Yuanhui's face finally changed, and he became a little strangely afraid, he didn't expect Ling Tianyun to rush in from the group of Northern Han heavy cavalry around him. Looking at Ling Tianyun, who looked like a young guard in the armor of the Great Zhou, he had a sense of fear for no reason, which he had never felt before. The young man's persistent heart and his fearless momentum made him fearful. This feeling made him very angry, he was the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty, but at this moment, he had a fearful cowardice, he felt that this was a shame, this was the biggest shame for him.

Ling Tianyun seemed to have come out of a blood prison, blood all over his body flowed from his armor, and the treasure knife in his hand had already lost its original simplicity and unpretentiousness, and the slightest trace of blood had not yet had time to slip off. And the pair of bright eyes above his raised face glowed with a terrifying red light.

Behind him were the heavy cavalry of the Northern Han Dynasty who fell to the ground, as well as the neighing war horses, and the stumps and broken arms were everywhere, it was like hell on earth. The gurgling blood, the wailing, the groaning, and the bones on the ground of the original slope like a mountain of bones were all the masterpieces of Ling Tianyun alone.

Zhang Yuanhui looked at the young guard who seemed to be coming from a blood prison, and he couldn't help but feel a panic in his heart. He also crawled out of the pile of dead, and the iron sword in his hand beheaded countless enemies, but today, he felt scared, he wanted to retreat, but from his heart, he told himself that retreating was the greatest shame in his life, and he still stayed.

As soon as he planned his war horse, Zhang Yuanhui raised his giant sword and rushed towards the young guard, and Huo Huo's iron sword slashed towards the top of Ling Tianyun's head like an overwhelming momentum. The fear in his heart also slowly dissipated with the giant sword that slashed down, he didn't believe that Ling Tianyun, who had been tearing down for so long, could still receive the giant sword in his hand.

Ling Tianyun's eyes flashed with a strange red glow, and there was only the shadow of the red thorn in front of him, and he clearly felt a huge iron sword slashing down towards him. But he didn't feel any fear, on the contrary, his heart was filled with a happy excitement, and he finally rushed to Zhang Yuanhui.

The huge iron sword slashed down towards him with the momentum of splitting mountains and splitting the ground, Ling Tianyun's eyes flashed a terrifying red light, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the muscles on his face obviously became vivid. A loud cry burst out of his mouth, and he raised his sword and slashed towards the falling sword.

"Crunch", Zhang Yuanhui, who was sitting firmly on the war horse, couldn't help but change his face, and his condescending swing used all his strength, whether it was an ordinary general or a martial cultivator, no one could catch his condescending slash.

However, he didn't expect that the giant sword in his hand fell on the other party's bloodstained sword, but there was a sound of metal breaking, and the giant sword in his hand had already split in two, and what he held in his hand was a broken sword. This ending frightened him for a moment, and he lifted the reins to twist the horse.

Ling Tianyun met him with a sword and cut off the opponent's giant sword, he saw the frightened expression on the face of the first brave general of the Northern Han Dynasty, and he also saw the opponent's movement of lifting the reins clearly. After exhausting a lot of hardships, where would he let the other party leave so easily. He didn't care so much, his body slid under the horse's belly, and the treasure knife in his hand swept up four astonishing cold rays and landed on the limbs of the war horse.

"Hiss••••••••••", the war horse immediately let out a miserable neigh, and Zhang Yuanhui on its back was also thrown to the ground by it.

Zhang Yuanhui's body was thrown up, and he couldn't help but feel a blur in front of him in the air, he didn't know if it was for himself or for the war horse with broken limbs. When a sharp pain came from his body, he opened his eyes, and he saw a young man covered in blood, his eyes glowing red and looking at him steadily.

Zhang Yuanhui struggled to stand up, the broken sword in his hand had already fallen off and flew away, and he didn't know where it fell. No matter how embarrassed he was, he felt that he should still have the demeanor of a general, so he used all his strength to stand up.

As he stood in a proud posture, he saw a dazzling light coming towards his neck. For some reason, when he felt the breath of death, all the fear in his heart disappeared, and he knew that it was a relief. He closed his eyes, but his mind remembered a lot of the past.

At that time, he was still a beggar who was about to starve to death, and His Majesty the Emperor was also very young at that time, when he was still in the Great Han Kingdom, he thought of the scene when he met His Majesty the Emperor, he thought of the scene of birth and death with His Majesty the Emperor, and he thought of the scene when he galloped on the battlefield and killed the enemy's head. All this passed through his mind over and over again, until he felt a chill on his neck and his mind became pitch black, and the scene that flashed through his mind became blurred, and finally he lost consciousness completely.

"Zhang Yuanwei's head is here, but he will be captured before he can be tied." Ling Tianyun carried the bloody human head and roared at the group of Northern Han heavy cavalry. He held a knife in his right hand, held a human head in his left hand, and stood covered in blood, he was like a blood-colored Shura, he was like a messenger who came out of the bloody prison, his voice resounded throughout the battlefield, and his figure was deeply imprinted in the minds of every soldier on the battlefield, whether it was a soldier of the Great Zhou Kingdom or a soldier of the Northern Han Kingdom.

"Kill ••••••••", a loud roar was like a beast out of the cage, but it was the roar of the forbidden army guards beside Chai Rong, they saw the human head held high by Ling Tianyun, that human head aroused their crazy fighting spirit, making the heat in their bodies like boiling, they raised the blades in their hands and rushed towards those overwhelmed Northern Han heavy horses.