The dots are like stars, and the night looks indifferent in this dazzling red light. All of this is said slowly, but only in that moment, everything is said quickly, but Ye Yinfeng only has that little red light in his eyes, he can't move, he knows that this is Yelu Wuji's famous sword move, a little blood of the soul without a trace.

Just when that bit of red light landed in front of Ye Yinfeng's eyes, he only felt a sudden boom in his body, and a strong True Yuan came from his back. As soon as the strong True Yuan fused with the Tai Pure Halal Qi in his body, the waves were suddenly turbulent, and the two True Qi like the waves of the sea fused into a more arrogant and domineering True Yuan running around him.

Ye Yinfeng felt that the prohibition around him was like torn paste, and he was so easily freed. The bladeless iron sword in his hand also became as light as a feather, and he instinctively raised the iron sword in his hand and greeted the red sword.

Everything seemed to freeze, time seemed to have stopped, and the dark night was hissing as if a curtain had been torn apart. Even the sound of tearing and killing in the city seemed to be still, and the world seemed to become silent all of a sudden, without a single sound.

The swarthy blade roared upwards like a dragon that had broken through its shackles, slamming towards the demonic red rays. In the eyes of this Jiaolong, everything is insignificant, and whatever stands in its way will be torn apart by him. There was a layer of brilliant brilliance circulating on the sword's body, and that brilliance was like a phantom, like a shadow, like smoke.

Yelu Wuji only felt that the sword in his hand was blocked by a powerful force, and he could no longer advance half a point. He stared at it, but saw a scene that he could never forget in this life. I saw that my red sword was resisted by an unpretentious iron sword, and the tip of the sword was against the tip of the sword. And the red light on the tip of his sword trembled incessantly, like an oil lamp glowing with red flames, but this oil lamp would be blown by a breeze at any moment.

Ye Yinfeng's hand sank, and the roaring true qi rose wildly in his body, and the true qi like a volcanic eruption erupted from his dantian and poured straight towards his right hand.

"Zheng", a light and crisp sword sound sounded, and Yelu Wuji was shocked to find that the red light condensed on the tip of his sword began to have dim signs. So he violently urged the true qi in his body, surging towards the long sword, and when the red light on the tip of the sword was filled with another point, the force against the tip of his sword increased by another point.

The two of them resisted each other, and the true qi in Ling Tianyun's body continued to pour into Ye Yinfeng's body like a river rushing, and the true yuan of the two kept fusing together, transforming into an even more majestic true yuan from Ye Yinfeng's hand and surging towards the bladeless iron sword.

The three of them kept in a confrontational posture, and the surging energy burst out from the two swords, shooting wildly towards them, and the energy shot out was like an arrow shot from a strong bow, shooting the streets within ten feet of them into small holes, dense and daunting.

The stalemate time does not pass quickly, it depends on whose true qi is more profound, which has no direct relationship with the martial arts realm. And these two swords are like opponents in chess, some retreat and some advance, and some stalemate. The brilliance that lingered on these two swords became stronger and stronger, and they were almost about to break through the shroud of the night.

If you want to break this game, you must have an external force to join, but at this time, although there is a lot of war in Tianjing City, no one can join in. It was impossible for ordinary soldiers to cross within ten zhang of them, and the martial cultivators of the Great Zhou outside the city had not joined, so it was up to them to break the balance by themselves.

Ye Yinfeng frowned, and the true qi that surged out rushed straight towards the iron sword, after all, the martial arts cultivation realm between him and Ling Tianyun was two or three levels weaker than Yelu Wuji. No matter how deep their true qi is, they can't compete with each other to the end, and the true qi in their bodies will eventually dry up. Once the true qi in their bodies is exhausted, then what awaits them must be Yelu Wuji's crazy counterattack.

Ling Tianyun put his hands on Ye Yinfeng's back, not daring to let go of anything, he knew that at this time, at the most critical moment, he and Ye Yinfeng could only resist desperately.

The sound of tearing up and down was up and down, and the Great Zhou army and the Northern Han army who poured into the city met on a narrow road, and a battle was being staged, no one would pay attention to the three figures on the street, and they did not have the ability to pay attention. The residents in the city gate were startled, and all of a sudden, the lights of thousands of homes were like bright pearls in this dark night.

Li Yanneng led a team of Northern Han troops to meet a team of Great Zhou troops, and a tearing and killing inevitably occurred, blood stained the night dome, and the screams pierced the silence of the night. After a fierce battle, there were not many soldiers left under his command, and he could only flee in panic.

There is no escape, there is no escape, there is no escape, he has some regrets in his heart, he should have listened to the words of the deputy general in the first place, but it was too late at this time. The Zhou troops who came from all directions surrounded them, and they had no way to escape, and there was only an ordinary courtyard behind them.

With a "bang", Li Yanneng's soldiers kicked the gate of the courtyard open, and dozens of Northern Han soldiers rushed into the courtyard like lost dogs. To Li Yanneng's surprise, there was a silver-haired old woman standing in the courtyard, and the old woman was standing majestically with a cane. And the old woman gave him a familiar feeling, he recognized the old woman, it was the day the city gate was opened, and the people of Tianjing Pass insulted him fiercely.

Seeing this old woman, Li Yanneng couldn't help but think of the young man who supported her that day, and when he thought of this young man, he couldn't help but think of the nightmare that made him tremble. The thought of that nightmare, his heart suddenly tingled, he didn't believe in any nightmare, but all this, that nightmare gave him a portent, it was true. Those gods who came from the sky, the scene full of fire, have become a reality, is it really their lives in the hands of the young man holding the hunting fork.

"What are you doing?" , The old woman stood majestically, her stooping body looked extremely small, although she screamed. But there was no fear in her eyes, which meant that the old woman was not afraid of them. A few thoughts flashed in Li Yanneng's heart, he didn't find out about the existence of that young man, all this was obvious, this old woman's son, that young man, became Da Zhou's comrade.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the courtyard, and the Great Zhou army had already surrounded the courtyard.

"General, there's a woman next door, do you want to arrest her?" One of his soldiers had somehow climbed the wall of the compound, looked at the neighborhood, and then reported to him. Li Yanneng was stunned for a moment, he disdained to hold those unarmed civilians hostage, but a thought flashed in his mind, no matter how he could save his life, nothing mattered.

The Zhou army has been introduced into the city, and desperately tore everywhere, and more and more Zhou troops have poured into this city, seeing that the overall situation is about to be decided. Feeling that the burden on their bodies was lifted, Ma Chenghui and Gao Chengde walked down from the city wall, and they did not participate in the battle between the two armies.

Along the way, the Great Zhou army encircled and suppressed the Northern Han army, the Northern Han army at this time was in chaos, the soldiers in the army fled, died, and most of them were killed by the Great Zhou army that poured into the city. Only a few hundred people were still desperately trying to kill outside the city, but waiting for them to either surrender or be killed.

Gao Cheng saw this chaotic street and alley, his heart was anxious, he was worried about his old mother at home, in this war-torn situation, ordinary people are the most insecure. Fortunately, the Great Zhou army was caught off guard by killing the Northern Han army, otherwise when the Northern Han army gathered together, a larger battlefield would definitely implicate the ordinary people in Tianjingguan City.

A pair of resentful eyes flashed in Ma Chenghui's mind, and he thought of the slightly chubby and plump body, and his heart couldn't help but feel hot. After the end of this war, he married the widow of the Zhang family, and he was considered a family man, and he believed that his master would agree.

He and Gao Chengde couldn't help but speed up their pace, but when they walked to the long street in front of the courtyard, their faces changed. Because they clearly saw that the Great Zhou army surrounded the courtyard of Gao Chengde's house, and it was impassable. They didn't understand what was going on, so they hurriedly squeezed towards the Great Zhou army, but fortunately, Yuan Xiaoliu at this time got the news one step ahead of them and arrived at the scene early.

The two rushed to the door of the courtyard without hindrance, only to see that the courtyard was closed, and after Yuan Xiaoliu's explanation, the two of them knew what had happened. Looking at the closed gate, Gao Chengde's face was pale, he wanted to reach out and push open the courtyard gate, but it seemed that the courtyard gate was a thousand pounds, a little heavier than the city gate. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, he didn't expect that Li Yan could lead the remaining Northern Han army to this point of madness, holding his mother and the widow of the Zhang family hostage.

Ma Chenghui's expression was gloomy, and the joy in his stomach came to naught, and the woman gave him a sense of home. And now, he can only stand helplessly outside, but he can't rescue himself, he feels a deep guilt for himself, he doesn't understand why.

"Li Yanneng, let my mother go, let's fight alone." Gao Chengde shouted into the courtyard with a hunting fork. The angry look had made him lose his mind.

"The Gao family, if you want to save the Lingtang, ask Da Zhou to withdraw the army." There was a dull response from the courtyard, and that person was none other than Li Yanneng.

The courtyard door was opened, Gao Chengde's eyes were cold, he saw the situation in the courtyard clearly, only to see that the Northern Han general Li Yanneng put a knife against his mother's neck, and another deputy general of the Northern Han Dynasty also put the knife in his hand against Widow Zhang's neck. Dozens of Northern Han soldiers surrounded one and protected Li Yanneng and the deputy general in the center.

A soldier of the Great Zhou Dynasty had already climbed on the courtyard wall, tightened his longbow, and dozens of longbows were mounted with arrows, tense tightly, pointing at the Northern Han army in the courtyard. Shi Shouxin's face was unusually calm, he was the general of the Great Zhou, and he didn't know the two people who were held hostage by the Northern Han Army, although Yuan Xiaoliu was explaining on the side, but he still didn't have any expression.

The atmosphere was unusually dull, Gao Chengde and Ma Chenghui stood in the door of the courtyard, and they felt extremely indignant in their hearts. They knew that the Great Zhou Army would not care about life or death between them, and how could the lives of just one or two civilians be compared to Tianjing Pass. But the two people who were held hostage were everything to them, and the grief, indignation, guilt and resentment were mixed with everything, making them unable to breathe through and making them shiver.

Li Yanneng saw the young man standing in the door, and the man was still holding a hunting fork with a cold light in his hand, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. That's right, this is the same person who appeared in his own dream, that is, in that nightmare, this man killed himself, the same face, and the same hunting fork that made him tremble. His hand shook, and the saber trembled, and suddenly left a blood mark on the neck of the old woman who stood tall, and a trace of blood flowed down the neck of the old woman.

"Stop", Gao Chengde's eyes were about to split, he saw the blood flowing from his mother's neck, and he couldn't help but cry out urgently. He only felt that his depressed chest was like a fire, burning and uncomfortable, and he wanted to rush into the Northern Han soldiers immediately to save his mother, but he didn't dare to move, and he couldn't move a single step.