"Qianluofeng, stop making unnecessary resistance. Your Yun family army is constantly being consumed. A mere 5,000 people can't last long. Although you are strong, you will definitely lose after facing us for a long time."

Huang Liang said while fighting the sword flying.

"Unless you open Qilong Pass and let us pass."

Qianluofeng Road, the battle gun in his hand was not at all easy.

"Since you insist on dying, the commander will fulfill you, the Water Dragon Sword."

Huang Liang shouted, he was also a fierce character. He directly slashed out a water dragon in his hand and swept towards Qianluo Peak. Huang Liang was a water spirit body. His attack power was not very strong, but his scale was very large, and the pressure on the enemy was also quite heavy.

In the Lingtian Continent, various spiritual bodies will appear, mainly five elements spirit bodies. Among the five elements spirit bodies, the most common ones are gold spirit bodies, water spirit bodies, earth spirit bodies, wood spirit bodies and fire spirit bodies. As for spiritual bodies beyond the five elements spirit bodies, they are extremely rare and are called different spirit bodies.

Qianluofeng is fighting against two, and the battle is difficult to solve. The soldiers of the two armies are killed and the mountains and rivers are chattering endlessly.

The battlefield has always been cruel, full of killing and hope.

Blood was everywhere, roaring all over the sky, and on the land of Qilong Pass, this battle was destined to be recorded in history.

However, as the war continued to go on and as the death toll continued to rise, the brave and warlike soldiers of the Yun family army began to feel cold and desperate.

So far, the Yun family army has killed 3,000 enemies, but it has lost nearly 1,000 people. They are not afraid of death, but are worthless. They are afraid that the Yun family army will be wiped out and they will not see Yun Feilong for the last time. That is truly sad.

Not to mention the Yulong Pass and Tianlong Pass behind, even the Qilong Pass, the Yun family army may not be able to get through it. This is a war without a future, a war that is doomed to fail.

"Heaven will destroy our Yun family army."

Yuan Lang's face was covered with blood, unable to tell whether it was his or his enemy. He shook the sword and shouted, extremely sad.

"It's over, there's no hope."

Some people are completely desperate and can't see any hope at all.

The Iron-blooded War Army that roamed Qizhou would eventually reach the end of today. It lost the Feilong Yunshu and the Young Marshal Yun Yi. The Yun family army seemed to have really lost its backbone. At this moment, everyone's Yunshu's heart was sad.

The Yun family's army is over, the Yun family is over.

Yun Canghai and Yun Feilong cannot escape the disaster. Yun Yi was buried in Dalong Cliff, and the last trace of blood in the Yun family was not preserved. How unfair this is to the loyal Yun family for generations.

ah……

Some people were so sad and angry that they could not control themselves, so they roared to the sky, and then attacked the enemy with suicide.

Many soldiers of the Yun family army went crazy, or were crazy, heartbreaking.

Qian Luofeng saw all this in his eyes, his eyes stained with tears, and his heart was indescribable.

Once upon a time, the Yun family army was so brilliant that under the leadership of Feilong Yunshun, it could sweep away all powerful enemies.

Now, the Yun family army is in such a situation.

Swish!

The brief distraction is undoubtedly very fatal in the duel between masters. The result of Qian Luofeng's mind gives Huang Liang an opportunity to take advantage of it, leaving a deep sword mark on his arm, and blood surges wildly.

Puff!

At the same time, Chen Wangye's sword brushed across his chest, leaving another scar.

"Haha, Qianluofeng, you're done. Now, even if you surrender, I won't give you another chance."

Huang Liang laughed loudly. Qian Luofeng was injured, and it was undoubtedly a shot of stimulant for them. In the scene of equality, once one side was injured, its combat power would be weakened, and flaws would inevitably be revealed during the battle, and this flaw was undoubtedly fatal.

Qian Luofeng's injury made the morale of the Yun family army even lower. The despair had already reached its peak, and the entire Yun family army could no longer see any hope.

Huang Liang and Chen Wangye attacked Qianluofeng in a strong way, and the killing Qianluofeng was only capable of parrying and no power to counterattack.

In just ten breaths, there were two more scars on Qian Luofeng's body.

With the continuous injuries, Qianluofeng's movement has been slowed down a lot, and he was completely at a disadvantage.

"What can my husband do if God wants to destroy me?"

Qianluo Peak roared to the sky, tragic and thriving thousands of miles away.

roar……

And just as the entire Yun family army was in complete despair, a shocking roar sounded from behind.

The roar was so loud that it completely covered up the sound of fighting on the battlefield and alarmed all the people who were fighting.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a black lion that was extremely majestic and thunderously rushing towards him at a speed of thunder. On the lion, a boy in white stood with his head held high. The boy stood on the lion's back, as steady as Mount Tai. No matter how hard the lion ran and bumped, he could not have any image on him.

The boy looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair showing off in the wind, his pretty face carrying a sense of hostility, and his cold eyes slashed across the void, making people frightened.

The boy was filled with black spiritual power. He was born with a kingly aura. In addition, he came on a lion, giving people the feeling of returning from a king.

"Young Marshal."

"It's the young marshal. The young marshal has not died, and the young marshal has become stronger."

"Haha, the young marshal is not dead. He can bring us miracles."

………

At this moment, all the Yun family troops were completely excited, and they burst into tears. The lost backbone seemed to have been found in an instant and never returned.

No one has forgotten the young man who was so powerful on the stage of winning the commander. Since the moment he carried the battle flag, he has taken over Yun Feilong's position in the hearts of the Yun family.

"Yi'er."

Qianluo Peak is filled with sadness and joy, crying and laughing, and tears flowing.

Yun Yi was his last concern in life and the wrong thing he thought he had done in his life, but now it seems that perhaps his decision was correct.

After all, this young man once again brought hope to people and successfully walked out of the Dalong Cliff. Moreover, his strength has improved again, and even the Black Flame Lion, which is at the peak of the eighth level of the Spirit Realm, can be subdued.

Huang Liang and Chen Wangye also saw the visitor. They widened their eyes and directly suspected that there was something wrong with their eyes.

"That waste from the Yun family? How is this possible?"

Huang Liang couldn't believe it.

"Isn't this guy unable to enlighten his soul? What's going on?"

Chen Wangye was also extremely surprised. The largest waste in the imperial capital actually stepped on the black flame lion that opened the eighth level of the Spirit Realm and appeared at the Qilong Pass. His cultivation level had actually reached the peak of the ninth level of the Spirit Realm and was simply impossible.
Chapter completed!