With the sound of obscure and incomprehensible words, a silvery white whirlwind suddenly blew around Ouyang Fei, and bits of energy were constantly gathering into his body.

That's right, it's a silver-white energy whirlwind. This power seems to be full of righteousness and domineering.

"I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan. Who summoned me and why?"

A sound like thousands of horses galloping sounded in Ouyang Fei's consciousness.

"General Zhao, please help me kill the enemy! I will burn incense for three days to show my respect!"

Ouyang Fei quickly replied that he was full of respect for this person.

That's right, the god consciousness that Ouyang Fei invited this time is none other than Changshan Zhao Zilong, the victorious general who made seven in and seven outs in the Changbanpo battle, was full of courage, and never lost in his life. His bright silver spear made people frightened.

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"Okay! I'll help you kill the enemy!"

After Zhao Yun finished speaking, he took control of Ouyang Fei's body. Then he let out a light sigh and immediately discovered the strangeness of this body.

On the other side, when the yin and yang hand seal was formed, Zhang Han felt that the other party's aura became extremely powerful, and the righteousness of his body made him feel a little moved.

"Humph! It's just a spiritual consciousness!"

Zhang Hanhan snorted. Although he didn't know who the other party invited, looking at this posture, it probably wouldn't be easy.

Immediately after, the yin and yang hand seal was under his control and he shot it directly towards Ouyang Fei. The Bagua chart in his palm slowly rotated, exuding a terrifying aura.

Zhao Yun just looked at the huge palm coldly. His right hand suddenly straightened, and a stick of about 1.7 meters flew from a distance. The silver-white gas instantly covered it, transforming into his weapon.

Bright silver gun!

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Spear!"

Zhao Yun shouted loudly and held a spear in his hand, as if he were holding an army of thousands of horses. Then he used his own spear technique. Every blow hit the palm of his hand, causing its speed to stop for half a minute and keep rippling.

As the saying goes, the pear blossoms rain heavily, and the spear shoots out like a dragon. This kind of attack is not only intensive, but also very powerful. It can be attacked or defended. No wonder Ouyang Fei has such confidence. His targeted invitation to God is really amazing, but this

It's just a genius in the greenhouse...

Zhao Yun directly used the power of two points of spiritual consciousness, which was also the maximum that Ouyang Fei could bear. Although his body could always remain under this limit, it was only two points of spiritual consciousness. If it were increased

Half a point, and it will endanger lives.

The Yin-Yang handprint is full of bullet holes. Although it has not disappeared for the time being, it cannot touch Zhao Yun at all.

"Thirteen strikes to the sky!"

Zhang Han originally planned to use a full blow, but after thinking about it, he still thought it would be better to confront him head-on, so that he could see what the opponent's weaknesses were.

The two of them fought together for an instant, and the terrifying fist and spear power made the surrounding air vibrate. Zhao Yun also guarded against the yin and yang hand seals in the air from time to time. If he was hit by it, he would definitely suffer a lot.

s damage.

Soon the two fought for dozens of rounds. Zhao Yun stabbed Zhang Han directly in the face with a straight Huanglong. If he was stabbed, even if he was in the state of Eight Gate Dunjia, he would probably have to fight through it.

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Zhang Han quickly ducked his head to the side, then grabbed the head of the gun with his right hand, and with his left hand, he moved towards Zhao Yun's heart with a black tiger move, very fast.

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and calmly blocked it with the bright silver spear. Then following its force, the tip of the spear was suddenly inserted into the ground.

The arc bends downward.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Yun let go of his right hand, and the entire gun tail hit Zhang Han's head, as fast as lightning.

Zhang Han quickly used his hands to block, only to hear a bang, and a line of blood appeared on his arms.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun kicked Zhang Han in the abdomen with such force that he retreated several meters.

"Ms. mist mist..."

Zhao Yun grabbed the bright silver gun, then continued to shoot dozens of shots at the Yin and Yang hand seals, followed by a slash, and then attacked Zhang Han.

"This guy's fighting moves are really terrifying..."

There were dozens of blood marks on Zhang Han's body. Although his muscles and bones were not injured, there was still a dull pain.

"Soul shock!"

After dodging more than ten shots in a row, Zhang Han finally found a moment to counterattack. When Zhao Yun hit the ground and was about to lift the gun, the soul impact suddenly shot out and was submerged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Yun was stunned, and his movements slowed down a bit. This kind of soul impact obviously restrained him, because at this time, he only had a ray of divine consciousness coming, and this ray of divine consciousness could only use two points of strength.

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"It's my turn!"

"A full blow!"

"Thirteen strikes to the sky!"

Zhang Han had been suppressed and beaten by Zhao Yun just now, and he had been in a bad mood. Now that he had found such a good opportunity to fight back, of course he would not miss it.

The full blow was already contained in the Yin Yang Bagua Mirror, so it hit Zhao Yun's body in an instant. Then Zhang Han ducked a few times and came behind him, and terrifying punches poured out.

Zhao Yun quickly used his own airflow to block the two energy explosions in his body. He endured the severe pain, held the bright silver gun tightly with both hands and pushed back. With a bang, his fist suddenly hit the gun barrel.

Zhao Yun used the force of a swallow to turn over, and then followed the force to retreat five or six meters, with the tip of his spear on the ground, looking at his opponent coldly...

Zhang Han didn't say anything nonsense, he just dodged and continued to attack fiercely. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity. Now that the opponent was resisting the full blow in his body, his power and speed would naturally be much slower.

At the same time, the bumpy Yin-Yang handprints in the sky were slowly falling, and a large shadow enveloped Zhao Yun.
Chapter completed!