Chapter 785: The Attack
"With your petty tricks, you dare to touch my Yuan family? You are so bold!"

"What a bunch of lowly people, all wanting to embarrass themselves in front of my Yuan family!"

As soon as Yuan Hong landed, he was standing steadily on the ground, with the water and fire stick across his chest, his eyes full of mockery.

Yang Yin gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his body, jumped up from the ground, swung the dragon spear in his hand, and attacked Yuan Hong again.

"Ding! Yang Yin's skill Blood Killing Effect 3 is activated twice, force +4+121, Yang Yin's current force value rises to !"

This time, he no longer held back. All the internal energy surged throughout his body, and the dragon spear transformed into a silver lightning that went straight to Yuan Hong's vital point.

Seeing this, Yuan Hong curled up a sneer and gently swung the water and fire stick. The shadows of the sticks were heavy, as if weaving an impenetrable net, which completely dissolved Yang Yin's offensive.

At the same time, he moved and appeared beside Yang Yin like a ghost, and struck Yang Yin's ribs with the water and fire stick.

Yang Yin was horrified and quickly dodged to the side, but was still hit by the wind from the stick. The armor on his body made a "crackling" sound and was actually shattered by the wind from the stick.

At the same time, the surrounding Lei Ze Dragon Riders also reacted and rode over to support.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with strong energy, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

However, Yuan Hong seemed unaware. His body moved as fast as lightning, and the water and fire stick in his hand danced wildly. The shadows of the sticks were like wind all around. Every time he swung it, it was accompanied by a roar, forcing the Lei Ze Dragon Riders to retreat step by step.

With the cooperation of the riders, Yang Yin managed to hold on, but the despair in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Having witnessed Yuan Hong's battles with "War Lord" Lu Fa and "Flying Fairy Gun God" Gong Xiaochuan, he has realized that with Yuan Hong's strength, it is only a matter of time before he can defeat him.

Moreover, he was knocked off his horse by Yuan Hong. Fighting on foot was Yuan Hong's strong point. He was at a disadvantage when fighting with Yuan Hong on horseback, let alone fighting on foot now.

"Humph, you guys are just a bunch of rabble, and you think you can be my enemy, Yuan Hong?"

Yuan Hong sneered, and waved the water and fire stick. The shadow of the stick pressed down like a mountain, covering Yang Yin and the surrounding Lei Ze Dragon Riders.

At that moment, it seemed as if a storm had blown up on the battlefield, with raging strong energy and flying dust.

Yang Yin, who was the first to be hit, felt a huge force coming again. His body was involuntarily blown away again and fell heavily to the ground. He spit out blood and his eyes were full of horror.

He knew he would lose, but he didn't expect to lose so completely and miserably.

He couldn't even withstand Yuan Hong's attacks!
At this time, Yuan Hong, who had easily defeated Yang Yin, stood on the battlefield, holding the water and fire stick in his hand, looking around.

"Gonglu, please stand back and watch me deal with these clowns!"

He turned and looked at Yuan Shu, and his cold expression softened slightly.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Shu came back to his senses from the palpitation of being chased, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Looking at Yuan Hong who was displaying his prowess in the arena, Yuan Shu suddenly felt his legs a little weak. He didn't feel it when he was being chased just now, but now that Yuan Hong, his big brother, was here, Yuan Shu, who relaxed a little, suddenly felt waves of weakness coming from all parts of his body.

He could only be supported by the many guards around him who had also recovered from the shock. He quietly retreated to the side and watched Yuan Hong killing everyone on the battlefield.

"Haha, Yuan Mangfu, come and fight me quickly. What's the point of bullying the generals of my Daqian army?"

Just when Yuan Hong was planning to kill Yang Yin, the god of war in the Daqian army, with a long howl that penetrated the smoke and dust of the battlefield, with a sense of arrogance and provocation that could not be ignored, it suddenly sounded from the back of the Chiyu Army camp. Yuan Hong, who was about to give Yang Yin the final blow, raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and his eyes shot towards the direction where the laughter came from.

At the edge of the original Chiyu Army camp, it was as if the curtain of night was lifted by an invisible hand, and countless soldiers wearing the standard armor of the Daqian Rebellion Suppression Army poured out like a tide, with their iron armor shining with cold light, forming an unstoppable torrent.

The night light seemed to favor this army at this moment, shining on their armor, reflecting a dazzling light, which formed a sharp contrast with the haze on the battlefield.

The leader was none other than Yuan Hong’s old rival, “Flying Fairy Gun God” Gong Xiaochuan. He was dressed in a silver-white battle robe, like the brightest star in the sky, gathering all the light between heaven and earth into one, appearing exceptionally dazzling.

The battle robe swayed gently in the wind, and every wrinkle seemed to contain endless elegance and pride.

He held a Flying Fairy Spear in his hand. The spear was slender and tough, and was carved with intricate and exquisite fairy cloud patterns. It was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the fairy air was floating in the air, as if the spear itself contained endless fairy energy and could turn into a dragon and soar into the sky at any time.

The majestic warhorse under his crotch, named Feixianju, had its four hooves lightly raised and its steps vigorous, and every step seemed to be stepping on the clouds.

"Haha, Yuan Hong, come and fight!"

Gong Xiaochuan laughed loudly and swung the Feixian Spear, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at Yuan Hong. The aura was surging, and the white aura was like a substance, surrounding his body and making him look like a banished celestial being from heaven.

Before the person arrives, the powerful energy of the Feixian Spear has already arrived, attacking the enemy where they will be rescued.

It would be too late for Gong Xiaochuan to rescue Yang Yin directly, so he directly set his sights on Yuan Hong himself.

As long as Yuan Hong dared to swing the Water and Fire Stick at Yang Yin, the Flying Immortal Spear that followed would surely make multiple holes in his body!

As long as Yuan Hong dares to exchange his injury for his life, when the injured Yuan Hong is in this chaotic army, Gong Xiaochuan will definitely let him know what cruelty is!

Fortunately for Yuan Hong, in his heart, the life of a junior war god is not worth exchanging for his own injuries.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary battlefield, but now this sticky Gong Xiaochuan has stuck to me.

Then I must face him in my best form.

Therefore, a trace of anger flashed in Yuan Hong's eyes, but he finally stopped the attack. He gently shook the water and fire stick in his hand, and the shadow of the stick was like a mountain, facing Gong Xiaochuan's belated Feixian spear.

"Hmph, Gong Xiaochuan, you've come just in time! Today I'll let you see if I, Yuan Hong, am just a reckless man who bullies the younger generation as you said!"

Yuan Hong snorted coldly, moved his body, and rushed towards Gong Xiaochuan like a ghost.

As soon as the two met, they were at loggerheads and full of fighting spirit.

The surrounding soldiers seemed to sense this powerful aura and retreated one after another, leaving a vast battlefield for the two.

Yang Yin, who was originally lying on the ground, quietly waiting to die, was so moved when he saw his thighs finally coming.

He was nearly beaten into a meat pie by Yuan Hong on the spot. In just a few moves, he was beaten to the ground with his teeth bared, and was pressed to the ground and beaten.

Now that Gong Xiaochuan appeared, Yang Yin felt as if he had seen his biological father, and his eyes were filled with tears of emotion.

He endured the pain in his body, got up from the ground, quickly stepped aside, and stared at the two people on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)