Chapter 89 Fierce Battle

ps: Ha ha, I'm sorry first. I admit that the two chapters were a little watery yesterday and I didn't write well. Last night, I reflected all night and rectified it. The next development will be better. Thank you for your support. Continue to help me and accompany Xiuyuan all the way. I will never let you down.

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In the rush, Yin Yifan's body was slightly shocked, and he only felt a sweetness in his throat and swallowed the burst of cold blood. Ding Lang is the peak of the real value of three yuan, not Liu Can half a year ago, which is comparable to the peak of three yuan.

In the past six months, Yin Yifan has made great progress under the deliberate guidance of Sang Zaixue. Today, he has reached the realm of two and five cents. But even if Ding Lang drew a knife light at will, Yin Yifan would not be very comfortable to resist.

However, his momentum remained unchanged, his long sword was raised, his eyebrows were straight, and a touch of color flashed in his eyes. A light blue frost, turned into a sword light several feet long, and was waved out by him, stacked, full of three.

Ding Lang's eyes narrowed, and in countless life-and-death struggles, he has already achieved a bloody nature. The shock in his heart completely put away in an instant, and the sword was raised. Facing the triple sword light swept in front of him, he did not avoid it. He shouted and said, "It's only two or five corners. Do you dare to be arrogant with me by relying on some side doors?"

Wild and chaotic!

With the sound of shouting, Ding Lang danced with a long knife from the same place, and his footsteps were staggered. During his steps, he couldn't help disturbing the wind and rain around his body. Unexpectedly, even the mud of the mountain road within a few feet of his body rolled up, like a earth dragon, more like a tornado, twisted and dancing with a whining sound.

The next time, the three swords in mid-air were combined into one, with a point of tilt and cut straight down. Against the twisted earth tornado, the two slowly blended, and the sword light fell into the earth dragon. Suddenly, there was a bang inside, and mud spray burst out, like arrows, scattered away.

"Be careful, ah, wow..."

At that time, many people around the battle circle were affected, and even the carriages of some carriages were impacted and scattered, revealing a box of weapons loaded inside. Qingyun helped everyone straighten their eyes.

A knife-handed iron guard struggled to cut off a bandit beside him and took a few breaths. On his face, his face was covered with blood stains and mud, which was obviously very tired. He stepped back a few steps, approached a companion, got together, turned his eyes, and said solemnly, "There are too many bandits, three or four times as many as ours. If it goes on, we will all die here."

Another guard was also gasping. Several blood mouths had been opened on his body, and the blood was lingering. He saw him tear off the corners of his clothes and tied the wound randomly. The severe pain made him take a long breath of cold air, raised his twisted face, gritted his teeth, and exhaled, and said, "There's nothing I can do. Who can tell if this world is dead or not?"

"It only depends on whether the vice president can defeat the leader quickly and hold on, brother..."

Before the word "brother" of that brother was spoken, the voice stopped. The knife guard's eyes suddenly stared, and his pupils shrank sharply. He only felt a severe pain in his chest. Then his slightly sad face slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest. There is a long sword, revealing a foot-long sword head, which is dripping with blood dripping.

A middle-aged bandit, his face was full of murderous intent. His long sword fell into the front chest of the wounded guard, and then stabbed the back of the sword guard, which was revealed. His eyes narrowed, as if he had killed two beasts, and he didn't even frown. Once again, he drew his sword and ran away to other places.

In place, only two guards were left, and their bodies paused. They seemed to reach out to cover the wound, but found that their bodies turned uncontrollably. At the last moment in the world, their faces smashed in the mud coincidentally turned around with difficulty and looked into the distance.

That's my hometown, the place where my relatives are.

This scene fell into the eyes of Yin Yifan, who was fighting fiercely with Ding Lang not far away. He gritted his teeth and struggled to separate the long knife with his sword. He took a breath and said to himself, "I didn't expect to meet such a fierce bandit gang as soon as I went on the road. It's not a way to go this way. If you capture the king first and don't defeat the leader first, I'm afraid more people will die.

Immediately he took a few steps back and looked at the battlefield around him. The iron industry is good at training, coupled with sophisticated weapons and fighting, the strength of individual soldiers is far stronger than that of their opponents. However, Qingyun Gang had a large number of people, three or four times the number of people, and then took advantage of the home court, which killed and injured Gang for a while.

Dozens of more than 200 soldiers have fallen at this moment, either dead or seriously injured. If it hadn't been for the hardships of those 20 strong people in the three-yuan realm, I'm afraid it would have been more tragic. Because the other party has a large number of people, backlogged together, and a group of attacks, a Yuan force on this side can be released to hit a group of people. At the critical moment, the opponent's offensive has been suppressed a lot.

The three-yuan strong, even if they are put in the forces fighting between empires, are at least at the level of generals leading 100 people. It can be seen how important it can play an important role in achieving the realm of Yuanli external release in the group battle.

In another battle circle, Liu Guan and Ding Lun have fought with each other for dozens of rounds, and there is still no victory or defeat. Although the former is known as a genius, it has entered the realm of four yuan at a young age. But it's just the first time to enter the four-yuan realm. For Ding Lun and other real four-yuan triangle strong men, it is very difficult to deal with them. Therefore, it is difficult to solve the victory or defeat for a while.

The most important battle circle is unsatisfactory. The leader of the Qingyun Gang is actually very fierce. The violent attack made the surrounding area a mess within ten feet. Chen Zhi did not dare to shake head-on. He could only avoid it from time to time, and occasionally attack could not be effective. For a moment, it was deadlocked.

The situation of the team, Chen Zhi is naturally in the bottom of his eyes. He is contradictory and a little unable to do it. On the one hand, he wanted to defeat his opponent quickly, but he had to dodge the offensive of the middle-aged man.

"Keng!"

Just as Yin Yifan looked at the situation around him, Ding Lang came with a long knife. Naturally, he also knew the situation here. It was only a matter of time to find that the three most powerful people in the team had been dragged down, and the others were defeated. Thinking of this, the fighting spirit in his heart was more fierce. He grinned and said, "Kid, how dare you be distracted in the fierce battle?"

Yin Yifan once again raised his sword, and he also knew that if he wanted to reverse the situation, only one of his three defeated his opponent could quickly break the situation. The other two are so deadlocked that they have to work harder.

Immediately, he stopped hesitating, frowned, gritted his teeth, and the cold power in his body rolled up again.

The Capricorn Society of the Third World!

mangShang's cold light flashed, and his hands pushed him. The long sword suddenly left his hand and stabbed Ding Lang. A layer of halo rose around the sword body, humming, like a silver snake coming out of the hole, and suddenly met the latter's chest.

"It's you who are distracted!" Yin Yifan shouted, and his figure also followed. At this time, he was serious and determined that even if he paid a big price, he would quickly put him down first.

Ding Lang was slightly stunned. In this fierce fight, Yin Yifan even dared to attack with weapons. In his eyes, this is obviously a deadly behavior. At that moment, he quickly picked up the knife and banged. He felt that the tiger's mouth was trembling. Unexpectedly, the teenager had so much strength that he couldn't help staring his eyes wide.

Yin Yifan has been fighting for ten months, and his strength is naturally not to be underestimated. When he pushed out his long sword, his body swept up and his hands formed a big handprint. He silently read the hand formula, then shouted loudly, and his right hand pushed out again.

Don't move the king's seal!

Ding Lang was surprised by Yin Yifan's strength, but found that the latter made another blow like lightning. Yin Yifan, who has practiced to be close to Dacheng, now once again can't cast the Ming Wang seal, and has a sense of ease, although the cold power in his body is still surging. But at this time, I can't take care of so much.

Under his full exertion, the king's seal was no longer as nothing as before, with a faint blue halo lingering on it. The surrounding air within more than ten feet seemed to have solidified, and the temperature dropped sharply, only feeling cold into the bone marrow.

That's how a light blue fingerprint is ten feet in size, rolling up the wind and rain and covering the waves.

Ding Lang took a slight breath of cold air and sighed in his heart, "This side door is really unusual. It's just that you won't jump for long!" Immediately, the long knife was lifted, and with a jump, he shouted loudly.

"Big Rift Mountain!"

As his words fell, the long knife in his hand suddenly rose as high as a few feet of black light, like a solemn light wave. For a moment, the rain around it was quietly evaporated, with a magnetic sound, saying that it opened the mountain and cracked the ground. Although there were shortcomings, it was definitely not a problem to collapse a cliff. The black knife came to the immovable king's seal.

"Boom!"

is evenly matched, and the powerful power fluctuation with the sweeping cold air burst out at the moment, making the wind and rain also chaotic. At the explosion, the ground was blown out of a large hole several feet of square, emitting thick white smoke, lingering.

"Hey, blue-haired boy, you are proud to be able to do this with two and five cents!"

Ding Lang's body fluctuated and took a few breaths. This level of extravagance, even his peak of Sanyuan, was also unsupportable. He raised his eyebrows and saw that Yin Yifan's figure seemed to have been annihilated by the explosion. Looking at the intersection of the knife and the big palm, he couldn't help grinning and saying coldly.

Unexpectedly, in that big pit, under the thick pale smoke. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed, and a figure was seen, as if wrapped in a faint blue ice armor, straight out. Under the sharp sweep of the body, it actually slipped out of the wind and rain with a white light. It is Yin Yifan!

King Kong Saqi!

"Impossible!"

Ding Lang shouted with great shock. The explosion was only a few breaths away. Yin Yifan was not only swallowed by the explosion, but attacked again so quickly. Such speed, such plans, and such deadly behavior are simply shameful!

But the facts will not change because of what he said. In Ding Lang's wide eyes, a blue fist, with a strong momentum, quickly enlarged!

"Bum!"

The fist was imprinted into Ding Lang's chest and sank for a moment. His body flew backwards, with a splash of blood, and his face quickly turned white. Finally, his body fell behind an ordinary gang of the Qingyun gang, splashing mud and rain. For a moment, the faces of the Qingyun Gang were full of shock and their hearts were frightened.

What's more terrible is that the one who defeated Ding Lang so quickly turned out to be a seemingly thin teenager!

Yin Yifan covered his chest with one hand and wrapped a thin layer of ice armor all over his body. At this moment, he couldn't keep it. He slowly slipped down and fell out of a crisp sound. Looking at Ding Lang, who fell in the distance, he finally staggered and spit out a mouthful of cold blood. He kept breathing deeply and quickly adjusted the cold current chaos caused by three consecutive blows in his body.

"Hm!" He spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his face turned pale, but his smile still existed. He seemed to talk to himself and said, "This price seems to be a little big!"

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