Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 635 Moving the Capital (20)
The two generals rushed out quietly, pulled out their sabers from their waists, and there were several soft "chacha" sounds. Suddenly, several guards of the Yan Kingdom on the periphery fell into the snow, sealing their throats with their swords, and they didn't even have the chance to call for help. No.

Zhao Yi even held a silver bone fan and flew towards the hall, with a fervent grin on the corner of his mouth, and said loudly: "Princess Yanyao, do you remember me?!"

"Bold, there are assassins!"

A group of Yan Kingdom guards rushed out from the pavilion and charged towards Zhao Yi with their long halberds in hand.

At this moment, suddenly the roar of dragons and tigers, one of Zhao Yi's generals, Qing Jian, slashed out the energy of the roar of the sword, and the sword light passed across, beheading a group of guards into pieces of meat. It was extremely frightening, and a group of guards of Yan Kingdom were even more stunned with fright, none of them dared to step forward again.

The two generals stood on both sides, held their sharp knives, and shouted in a low voice: "No one is allowed to come over, otherwise don't blame us for hurting this delicate princess!"

A group of guards did not dare to approach, they could only stare dumbfounded.

At this time, Zhao Yi held a silver bone fan and approached Yanyao step by step, with a frivolous smile on his lips: "Yanyao, I can finally see you again, you know? Since I saw you last time, I haven't missed a single night. dream about you!"

……

At this moment, countless snowfalls suddenly fell from the sky, and a young general in a blue battle robe and dark red armor floated down, with two swords behind his back, unarmed, looking at Zhao Yi with gloomy eyes, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth. With a rather contemptuous smile.

"Damn, there's still an ambush? It's actually dressed like a Qin dog, looking for death..."

Zhao Yi looked at Ye Yang with envy. He never thought that there was such a handsome young guard beside Yanyao, and judging by his identity, it seemed that he was at least at the level of a general, and he could get to this point at a young age. Must be brave.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zhao Yi can't sense the strength of the true energy in Ye Yang's body at all. He can only perceive that the young man in front of him is like a clear spring that can't see the bottom at all. It was so superficial and false in front of him.

"go to hell!"

Zhao Yi shouted angrily, waved the silver bone fan, and launched an offensive, condensing a whirlwind of wind and blasting towards Ye Yang heavily.

Ye Yang stood proudly in the snow, his battle robe twirling and fluttering, facing Zhao Yi's attack, the corner of his mouth lightly raised, and he waved his bare hands lightly in the air, the strong wind flew by instantly, and Zhao Yi's mighty blow was blown away. Instantly scattered.

"Scared, how is it possible?!"

Zhao Yi opened his mouth wide, and shouted in shock: "You... who the hell are you, who can blow away my misty wind with bare hands, this... this definitely requires the strength of a starry sky level powerhouse!"

"..."

Ye Yang just smiled faintly, but didn't say a word.

Zhao Yi was furious, and the two warriors beside him knew it better, swung their sharp blades and rushed past, and two consecutive sword qi flew towards Ye Yang.

Ye Yang's expression became even more flat, the corner of his mouth was raised lightly, he raised his left palm, with flames smoldering between his five fingers, he bowed left and right with two "pops", and easily sent the sword energy of the two generals flying, and at the same time suddenly sent out his palm strength, majestic The Vulcan remnants of true energy were sent out through the air!

(End of this chapter)