The sky was dyed red and red. This was the sky fire. The whole sky was dyed red. It seemed that this world was about to burn, and there was a hot breath, as if the blood in the body was about to boil and evaporate. Yang Wu burst out with a terrifying momentum. The strange phenomenon in the sky arose because of him. This was the heavenly fire disaster in the disaster of heaven and earth. At the last moment, Yang Wu triggered the disaster of heaven and earth, but he did not choose to overcome the disaster, but rushed towards Fu Yi...

"General!" "General!" "..."

At this moment, not only Zhao Yun, but all the Liang army in Longcheng changed color and their voices were sad. Some generals' eyes were red. Men did not cry easily, let alone soldiers. No one was not strong-willed. But at this moment, their eyes were red because they knew that Yang Wu was igniting his last light and triggering the disasters of heaven and earth, not for breakthroughs, but just to use the disasters of heaven and earth to deal with Fu Yi.

"boom!"

The red blood burst out from Yang Wu's body, and in the end, he turned into a red ball of light, and he was very determined to pounce on Fu Yi. He knew that he was not good enough and was about to die. Even the first attack of the heavenly tribulation was probably unable to withstand it. He wanted to involve Fu Yi before this. At that time, even if he died, the heavenly tribulation would lock Fu Yi...

At this moment, Yang Wu's whole body was as bright as the brightest light under the sky, but everyone knew that this was the brightest and shortest fireworks. Zhao Yun stood on the ruins with a gun, looking at Yang Wu, who was wrapped in red light, like a stream of light pounced on Fu Yi. Liang Jun on the city tower was watching this scene, his heart was blocked. Some veterans who had followed Yang Wu for many years had already red eyes. In fact, not only Liang Jun, but also Han Jun's army in the distance were also watching this scene.

At this moment, Fu Yi in the void made movements, and he saw that his right hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist at some point, and his aura changed drastically. If Fu Yi at the moment gave people a feeling of majestic mountains and insurmountableness, then at this moment he gave people the feeling of being a supreme divine sword. Once she was unsheathed, she would be a peerless sharp edge.

"Yi Jian - sword drawing technique!" "Swish!"

Fu Yi's cold voice sounded, and then Fu Yi took action, and the sword on his waist was unsheathed, fast! It was so fast! Everyone couldn't see his movements at all, and then the world in front of him changed, everything was quiet, and there was only a silver-white sword light left in the world, dazzling, cold, and peerless sharpness. At this moment, everyone felt a deep bone marrow chill, like a light on their backs, and their whole body was stiff. This sword light was not aimed at them, but the sword energy was too amazing...

It seemed like a moment, another century passed. When everyone's eyes recovered, it felt like the world was frozen, as if nothing had happened, but everything had happened. Fu Yi's sword was inserted back into the scabbard at his waist. From the beginning to the end, everyone did not see clearly what the sword on his waist looked like, because the sword just now was too stunning and too fast, and it was completely impossible to see clearly. His long hair was flying, and he stood in the void, and Yang Wu's body was also frozen in the air...

"Puff!"

A string of blood beads spilled from the void. It was Yang Wu. A blood mark appeared on his eyebrows, and a series of blood spilled down, bright red and bright. Just now Fu Yi's sword directly pierced his eyebrows.

"boom!"

Finally, there was a loud noise, and dust flew in the ruins. It was Yang Wu's corpse falling weakly from the void, splashing a large piece of dust. Then, it was stained with bright red blood. The world became quiet, as if it was lost at this moment. This happened too suddenly. The moment before, Yang Wu triggered a disaster in heaven and earth to be used to deal with Fu Yi, but the next moment, he was already dead. The body smashed into the ruins, and his eyebrows were pierced by Fu Yi with a sword.

"General!"

After a brief calm, there was a lot of grief. On Longcheng, a large number of Liang soldiers knelt on the ground in one go, looking at Yang Wu's corpse in the ruins, and felt very sad. He died before he could succeed. This was a kind of helplessness, a kind of sadness, and even a kind of great sorrow. Yang Wu sacrificed his life and caused the heavenly tribulation to deal with Fu Yi, but he was killed by Fu Yi's sword. This was too fast, and even Zhao Yun was stunned. He was stunned. Looking at Yang Wu's corpse, a great sorrow suddenly rose in his heart...

"Boom!"

At the same time, a loud noise came from the sky, and the heavenly tribulation changed. The red flames rolled and made a loud noise, as if they were angry, but gradually, the endless flames began to fade and slowly disappeared. That was because Yang Wu was dead, and the heavenly tribulation had no target. And I don’t know if Fu Yi took action too quickly. At that time, the heavenly tribulation had not been taken yet, and the heavenly tribulation was not locked onto Fu Yi...

"Ah, why!"

Seeing this scene, the generals in Longcheng's eyes were red and they roared unwillingly.

"Why, God, are you blind?"

"I'm not willing!"

Unwilling roars came one after another, sadness and anger, unwillingness were more of a great sorrow. Countless Liang soldiers' eyes were bloody, watching the heavenly tribulation that quickly dissipated in the sky. This was the heavenly tribulation caused by Yang Wu with his life to deal with Fu Yi. But now Yang Wu is dead and was pierced by Fu Yi's sword, but the heavenly tribulation began to dissipate. He was unwilling to accept it, and he roared in his heart, and was powerless in the end, which was great sorrow...

"I will win!" "I will win!" "I will win!"

Compared with the bleakness of the Liang army, the Han army was full of momentum and cheers.

"Kill!" "Boom!"

At this moment, Zhao Yun moved, and the red blood of blood surged into the sky, forming a pillar of light that penetrated the world, and then exploded, forming a blood-colored ocean spreading around Zhao Yun, covering nearly a thousand meters. The silver spear in his hand swept across hundreds of feet, and his eyes were red. Yang Wu's death had a great impact on him, especially Yang Wu's death, which made him sad and angry and resentful. If Yang Wu died under the heavenly tribulation, he would be better, but the fact was that Fu Yi had pierced his eyebrows with a sword and had not succeeded in his journey. This was very frustrating and unacceptable.

"Fu Yi, die!"

Zhao Yun was a little crazy, his head was covered in black hair, and an unprecedented violent aura burst out from him, bloodthirsty and cold. At this moment, Zhao Yun seemed to have changed into another person, like a revived war demon, the universe was lost. You can see hurricanes blew between the sky and the earth, sand and stones flying, and the black clouds in the sky rolled violently.

"clang"

Fu Yi swung his fist to face the silver spear that Zhao Yun smashed. Zhao Yun's body flew backwards and hit the ground like a cannonball. A big hole was smashed into the ground. However, at this moment, Fu Yi's face changed slightly, because at the moment of the fight, he felt a powerful force attacking, his body was repelled for dozens of meters, and his right hand was numb. Zhao Yun's strength seemed to have increased a lot in an instant.

"kill!"

The earth was lifted up, and Zhao Yun was covered in blood and rushed towards Fu Yi. This time, he directly rushed to Fu Yi and fought with Fu Yi in close combat.

"war!"

In an instant, a brilliant light burst out from Fu Yi's eyes, and he fought, either fists, palms, or fingers.... In the end, the two fought together, accompanied by blood spilling, from the air to the ground, and from the ground to the sky. Nearly a thousand meters around the two became a desperate area. The clouds in the sky exploded, the mountains on the earth collapsed, and the walls of Longcheng collapsed, and a corner of the walls were affected by the aftermath of the war, killing many people...

Ten moves... twenty moves... fifty moves... Zhao Yun was so crazy that his hands, holding the gun, exploded, bloody and bloody, and his silver-white armor was stained with blood.

"Boom...wow!"

Finally, in the eighty move, Zhao Yun was beaten away by Fu Yi, and his body was smashed into the ruins, coughing out a mouthful of blood.

"Captain!"

On Longcheng, Liang Jun cried out sadly. Although he had expected the result and knew that Zhao Yun was not Fu Yi's opponent, he still felt uncomfortable and felt sad and angry when he saw Zhao Yun being beaten and vomited blood.

"Captain, go quickly, keep the green mountains here, don't be afraid of no firewood, and take revenge in the future!" Someone shouted, persuading Zhao Yunyuan.

"Puff!"

Zhao Yun's silver-white armor was stained red by blood, his hair was disheveled, blood was stained on his handsome face, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and he stood up with a silver spear in his right hand. At this time, he was extremely miserable, his hands were covered in blood, and the silver spear had been stained red by blood. Fu Yi came in the air, stood in the void, looking at Zhao Yun condescendingly. At this time, he was also a little embarrassed, with several wounds on his body, and his left shoulder was almost penetrated by Zhao Yun with a shot. He looked at Zhao Yun, his eyes were a little complicated, admiring, shocking, and respectful.

More of the murderous intent, Zhao Yun showed a very amazing potential. He injured him with the realm of half-step martial arts. This is because he has broken through this realm for many years. Even in the realm of martial arts, it is far beyond ordinary people. If it is an ordinary martial arts magical power, some people who have just broken through this realm will fight Zhao Yun for life and death, and being killed by Zhao Yun is not impossible. As soon as he thought of this, Fu Yi had a great murderous intent in his eyes. He admired Zhao Yun. This is definitely a genius, but he will never leave any disaster to himself and even the Han family.

"You are very good!" Fu Yi looked at Zhao Yun.

"Person Zhao is careful!"

At this moment, Liang Jun in Longcheng changed his face one by one, because they saw Fu Yi's right hand holding the sword hilt at his waist, and a sharp sword intent emanating from Fu Yi's body. Yang Wu was killed by Fu Yi's sword just now. The sword light was too bright and too sharp, and they couldn't even see how Fu Yi drew the sword.
Chapter completed!