Murong Xue's eyes froze, and she hurriedly reminded: "Be careful!"
Ouyang Shaochen calmly raised his hand, and a deep invisible internal force emanated from his palm, rushing towards the flame...
"Bang!" The flame collided with the inner force, and a violent sound erupted. The flame and the inner force rushed into the air, bursting out bits and pieces of flame...
Tuobahan raised his eyebrows lightly, he could even disperse the flames on the holy sword, Ouyang Shaochen's martial arts are really extraordinary!
Tapping his toes, Tuoba Hanxin's long figure quickly swept into the air.
Ouyang Shaochen instantly understood the meaning of Tuoba Han, let go of Murong Xue, his slender body flew up into the air like a blue cloud, the scorching flames and the majestic and fierce wind flew out almost at the same time, and the two collided The loud noise, the earth trembled and the mountains shook...
Murong Xue raised her head, and saw Tuoba Han and Ouyang Shaochen floating in the air, looking at each other from a distance, one of them manipulated the fire dragon transformed from the flames, and the other used internal force to condense the fierce wind, fighting fiercely.
Afterimages flew back and forth in mid-air, so fast that people couldn't see their figures clearly...
This kind of duel between masters and masters, Xun Feng, Wuhen, Ah Li, Xiaohu, and even the remaining 50,000 Turkic elite soldiers can't help, can't intervene, they can only stand outside the situation, watching for a moment, There was no sound at the corner of the huge Wushan Mountain.
"Brush!" Ouyang Shaochen's fierce wind hit Tuobahan's arm, making a long and big gash...
"Brush!" Ouyang Shaochen's fierce wind hit Tuobahan's leg, creating a deep wound...
"Brush!" Ouyang Shaochen's fierce wind hit Tuobahan's chest, leaving several wounds, and bright red blood seeped out...
Tuobahan turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to pounce on Ouyang Shaochen by manipulating the flame on the holy sword.
Ouyang Shaochen's expression was indifferent, but the obsidian-like pupils gleamed with a cold and dark light, and he glanced at Tuobahan who was approaching every step of the way, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and waved a palm, It hit Tuoba Han hard on the chest.
Tuoba Han was caught off guard, and was forced to take several steps back, falling heavily on the hard ground, splashing smoke and dust all over the sky...
"My lord!" The Turkic soldiers were shocked and rushed towards Tuobahan in a hurry, trying to save him.
Xun Feng turned Wuhen's figure, and instantly stood in front of the Turkic soldiers, blocking their way with his sword...
Ouyang Shaochen turned a deaf ear to the sound of ping-pong-pong fighting, and lightly floated beside Tuoba Han, looking down at him.
Tuoba Han, who fell on the ground, also squinted his eyes and looked at the void, with a stream of blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and a deep self-mockery flashed in his eyes: As the Turkic King Han who both died of his parents, but held a high position, he Doomed to live in conspiracies and tricks for the rest of his life, years of dark life made him yearn for the light very much, but he was born in the dark, how could he keep the bright things, the end he tried to force to keep is that like he is now...
Tuoba Han opened his eyes wide and looked in Murong Xue's direction. In his hazy vision, he saw a young man and a young woman standing beside him, looking at him with a slight smile: "Han'er, after so many years, I have suffered so much. is you."
"If you feel too tired, just take a rest. Only when your body and spirit are healthy can you continue to do things..."
"Yeah, take care of yourself..."
Warm caring voices rang in his ears, and Tuoba Han's eyes filled with sourness, he slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the man, woman, but no, the man and the woman held hands and walked away together: "Han Son, we're leaving, take care of yourself..."
"Take care... Be sure to take care..."
Murong Xue walked slowly in front of Tuoba Han, only to see him looking at the void, deep nostalgia flashed in his dim eyes, and his lips opened and closed.
Murong Xue bent down and heard Tuoba Han's weak voice: "Father, mother, don't go...don't leave me..."
Murong Xue's heart trembled suddenly, she looked at Tuoba Han fixedly, the expression in her eyes was complicated...