The strong wind whistled, and the iron rod hit the head. The gloomy sky just cracked a crack, and the long-lost winter light shot down obliquely, illuminating the dark iron rod, placing it with a light yellow halo, like a dream

But behind it, there is a strong murderous intent that cannot be dissolved!

Life is like a dream, and a dream breaks and dies.

In a trance, Zhou Huan seemed to see several familiar faces floating in the light, including his wife who supported each other, a majestic and brave emperor, and a brother who fought to the death. They waved to him with a smile and said something.

Zhou Huan smiled knowingly. The almost exhausted river of true energy suddenly surged again. There seemed to be lava burning deep in the eyes. He could be injured, fall down, but not defeated!

In just a moment, the momentum of his sliding body suddenly soared, like a mountain towering, like a giant sword protruding, like a volcano erupting, and the hair behind his shoulders suddenly floated up. A sword flashed, like a silver moon flying rapidly, slashing wildly

Try your opponent's neck to the point of being aware of it.

With Zhou Huan's skill and status, he actually used the move of both of them being destroyed and dying together!

If both sides do not change their moves, while the iron rod hits him, the steel knife will also cut off Yelu Dilie's head. This is a tactic of exchanging life for life. It is not only cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to yourself!

The battle situation suddenly slid to the verge of life and death. Everyone who watched the battle felt a tight heart and admired Zhou Huan's quick decision.

The situation is actually very clear. If Zhou Huan chooses to retreat and avoid it, he will lose all the opportunities and will be passive and will be difficult to reverse and turn around. At this time, he can only seize the opportunity if he is in danger and force his opponent to change his moves and defend.

Get out of the predicament and regroup.

Yelu Dilie was in the game and was most sensitive to Zhou Huan's changes in his energy. At the moment when the sword light was about to rise, he had already sounded a warning in his heart. It was completely different from the opponent's determination to put him to death before he was born.

He did not fight with the will of death, in order to seek a breakthrough in martial arts, and did not think of burying himself in this remote wasteland. Zhou Huan had no choice but to fight to the death. But he would not, take a step back and still have a broad sky.

The iron rod drew an arc and accurately blocked the blade.

When! The blade collapses, Mars splashes high, and the soil and grass chips roll around and scatter.

Yelu Dilie's mouth was trembling violently, and his iron rod bounced. He couldn't help but take three steps back, looking at his opponent with horror, with many doubts in his eyes. This was the first time he had been repelled since the fight, because the tide of anger hit the shore.

The force of the same force was too strong, so he had to turn the recoil force into his feet during the retreat, and step out three and a half feet deep footprints in succession. If he resisted, he would vomit blood and be injured.

Yanying trembled his hands and shouted: "Brother Zhou!"

Zhou Huan roared to the sky, with endless ambitions. The sword's momentum rose again, and a dazzling cold light accompanied by a dragon-like wind rushed towards his opponent. His aura had reached its peak, and he was pursuing the enemy's soul when the sword fell, and he almost stopped.

Keeping your strength to defend can be said to be flaws everywhere, and it has committed a great taboo for warriors.

But anyone could see his determination to move forward to the death, and his fighting attitude of sacrificing himself to death. At the level of martial arts like Zhou Huan, no one would be afraid of him once he fought for life.

?Unless you have the level of a master and are strong enough to crush Zhou Huan, whoever ends up will be restrained because of his concerns.

Zhou Chengzong felt tears in his face and choked silently.

Xiao Chilang's face was solemn, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and suddenly felt a little chill.

Although Yelu Dilie's momentum is not as good as his opponent, he can cultivate to his current level. How can he be doubted about his will? How could he be willing to retreat? With a loud shout, his arms muscles swelled to the limit, his energy and strength, and his body and

The mind is combined, the hands and eyes are combined, and the iron-carved dragon stick is swung out fiercely.

Dangdang!

The two masters collided again and fought each other. The sword and stick wind clashed, storming, slashing three feet into the ground, countless sand, earth and stone particles were blown to all directions, covering the sky and the sun. Through the floating dust, you can only see vaguely.

The figure jumped up and fell, rushing left and right, and shining cold lights rose and fell, and the fierce battle situation became even more intense.

At this point in the war, even Fu Jingtao could not see the details of the confrontation. He glanced at the blink of an eye and saw the Khitan spy running from afar rushing into the cavalry formation, straight to Xiao Chilang, with a panic expression and shouting something

.Xiao Chilang nodded, raised his arm and made a strange gesture. The originally loose Khitan cavalry formation began to move, shrink, and reorganize, and soon turned into a tight circular formation with strong defensiveness.

Fu Jingtao's heart moved, he jumped onto the top of the carriage and looked south.

I saw a black line suddenly surged up at the edge of the sky, like a undulating tide, rushing towards me with great momentum.

It's a black whirlwind!

At this moment, suddenly, a loud shock from the smoke and dust came to the sky, and the steel knife in his hand had broken, leaving only a broken blade more than a foot long in his hand. His eyes were as bright as a star, as if

Burning with passion and life, he was not depressed by the broken weapon. He curled his arms and rushed down like an eagle fighting a rabbit. He stabbed his knife and let go and fight again.

The so-called one inch long, one inch strong; one inch short, one inch dangerous. Zhou Huan launched a close-knit strangle, and the level of the battle was even more dangerous than before. The two of them changed seven or eight moves in the blink of an eye. Not only did the swords and sticks intersect, but their palms and legs also collided from time to time.

It is not enough to use it. Yelu Dilie's iron rod is a long weapon. Although it is superb and can fight in close combat, it is not as flexible and light as a short weapon. Facing Zhou Huan's aggressive attack, he has some strength.

Not caught.

Zhou Huan's broken knife flew and lightning, almost dazzled. He suddenly walked around the iron stick to block it and stroked at Yelu Dilie's right wrist pulse gate, like a stroke of a magical stroke.

Yelu Dilie let go of the iron rod, his arm was slightly closed and he immediately slapped his palms. Unexpectedly, Zhou Huan abandoned the knife and put out his palms at the same time. With a bang, he felt like defeating Ge, and his palms were about to break up.

The huge force rushed over, and Yelu Dilie couldn't help but take a step back, but when the enemy's second palm came immediately, there was no stop in the middle.

Bang bang bang! The two of them faced four palms in a row, each palm was evenly matched. When they arrived at the fifth palm, Yelu Dilie exhausted his true energy. He watched Zhou Huantien's palm hit, and sighed helplessly.

Abandon the stick with one hand and the palm to meet it.

Bang! Although Yelu Dilie's palms were released, he was pushed by the vast and surging palm force. He couldn't help but retreated for more than ten steps. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and a stream of blood flowed out.

The winner has been decided, and there is no suspense.

The Khitan cavalry formation was silent, but Ji Yuqing applauded and cheered, as happy as a little doll.

Zhou Huan was so murderous that he jumped forward, his palms crisscrossed into phantoms, and he took a picture of it. When he was in the air, he suddenly heard a strong wind sound. A powerful iron arrow shot from the side, and had to change.

As the palm slapped, he knocked away the iron arrows that were approaching, and stood firm in the air with a somersault, glared at Xiao Chilang and said, "Prince Xiao, you intervene for no reason, do you want to break your promise?"

Xiao Chilang slowly lowered his bow and said in a deep voice: "We admit defeat in this second game, there is no need to compete again!"

Zhou Huan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt the ground under his feet trembling slightly, like a mountain collapsed and the ground broke. His face suddenly changed, and he turned his head and looked into the distance.

Nearly a thousand iron cavalry rushed over and over the wasteland. The dull and powerful sound of hooves became louder and louder, and the dust was rolled up flying into the sky. Most of the knights held weapons, and about a hundred people were wearing half-body iron armor at the front.

As the army ran, the armor collided, the cold light flashed, and the sound of wolves howling monsters sounded one after another in the team, as if a group of lawless and violent beasts were hunting with their fangs exposed.

A strong evil aura soared into the sky, even if it was several miles away, it made people feel palpitations.

Rock Eagle snorted: "Brother Zhou, he is a Black Tornado Horse Thief!"

Zhou Huan turned around and rushed back to the carriage, stared at Zhou Chengzong deeply, and said thousands of words in his eyes. He took the treasure sword he handed over, and smiled at Yanying, "Brother Yanying, survive this last journey,

Your promise is over. Brother can’t repay your helping hand, you can only repay it in the next life!”

Yanying smiled and said, "It is Yanying's honor to be able to fight side by side with Brother Zhou, defeat all powerful enemies, and constantly sharpen his heart."

Zhou Huan said: "With your current age and experience, you will reach the peak of martial arts in at most ten years. It is really gratifying to think of your invincible style in the future."

Rock Eagle laughed and said, "Invincible's statement is too early. When my marksmanship is successful and I break through the existing shackles, I will definitely visit the heroes of the world!"

The two chatted and laughed calmly, not taking the huge team of horse thieves seriously. With their martial arts and combat skills, of course, it is impossible to kill nearly a thousand enemies, but it is not easy for the other party to win!

Liu Yunchao looked at the fierce and terrifying horse thieves approaching, his face turned like a dirt, quietly turned his horse's head, ready to leave at any time.

Fu Jingtao jumped back to the horse's back, grabbed Ji Yuqing's reins, and urged: "Miss Ji, is it good to retreat to the mountain pass first? If the situation is not good, we can retreat to the border town of Dasong or hide.

Going deep into the mountains, at least there is enough room for maneuver.”

Ji Yuqing glanced at him with contempt, drew his sword in his hand, and said coldly: "Let go of your hand!"

Fu Jingtao retracted his arm awkwardly and advised: "Although your Wanliu Chasing Fairy Sword is magical, it cannot deal with the crowds of horse thieves. Why not protect yourself first?"

Ji Yuqing's expression turned dark, and a heavy sadness flashed through her eyes. She whispered: "I have escaped once yesterday. Do you want to escape again and again? My father is the head of Shushan.

If you don’t fight, do you still have the face to consider yourself the daughter of the Sword Immortal? No, I won’t run away! I will fight bravely like Uncle Zhou Er and others, and would rather die than surrender! I will let the horse thieves know that Shushan Jianmen has a strong man,

There are also passionate heroines!" When he said the last sentence, his eyes were shiny and his fighting spirit was flying.

Fu Jingtao seemed to know Ji Yuqing for the first time. He looked at her eyes and clasped his fists and said, "Miss Ji's words are deafening, Fu has been taught!"

Ji Yuqing smiled indifferently and looked at the roaring horse thieves. Her shoulders were straight, her expression was firm, her pretty face was white, and her long black hair was blown by the cold wind. Her whole temperament was cold and unique. With the white horse sword, she looked like a wasteland.
Chapter completed!