After only a few moves, Ma Chao knew that he was not Zhao Yun's opponent. However, as a master, he was naturally holding a sense of arrogance in his heart. He saw that his iron teeth were clenched, and the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Zhao Yun like lightning.

However, after several years of accumulation, Zhao Yun's martial arts has long been different from the past. Even the powerful generals such as Guan Yu and Xu Chu dare not easily threaten that they are Zhao Yun's opponents. Now, among the Yang family's army, only Lu Bu and Huang Zhong are worthy of Zhao Yun's opponents.

Zhao Yun looked disdainful and shouted: "Now Japan will let you see, you, a child, why are there people outside the people? There are mountains outside the mountains!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Pojun gun was swung out and accurately hit the tip of Ma Chao's long spear. As a result, Zhao Yun outputted his full strength. The attack was like a storm, which made people look fascinated. On the other hand, Ma Chao was like a small boat in a rainstorm, swaying in the wind and rain and could be overturned at any time.

Pang De in the distance was even more frightened, and he was really worried about Ma Chao in his hand.

Ma Chao is only 21 or 2 years old now. Although his martial arts are good, his experience is insufficient. Zhao Yun debuted early, and often competed with Huang Zhong, Guan Yu and others. His martial arts are even more serious than Ma Chao. The two fought for dozens of rounds, and Ma Chao was in danger and was shaking.

Ma Teng quickly shouted at Pang De: "Ling Ming, what are you waiting for? Get on now!"

"Ah? Oh!"

Pang De was stunned and immediately reacted and rushed towards Zhao Yun.

"Rats! How dare you do this!"

Seeing this, Zhang Xiu was furious and was about to fight against Pang De, but Zhao Yun turned his head and stopped him, "Go back! Why do you need help from me just two people?"

Zhao Yun was fully capable of fighting, full of evil spirits, and his handsome appearance became a little ferocious. Perhaps because these two people were the murderers of Zhen Jiang, Zhao Yun changed his usual humble and gentleman appearance, which made people shudder.

As soon as Pang De arrived, he saw Zhao Yun grabbing the gun at him, and then he encircled Pang De into the battle group.

In this way, the three of them fought together. Zhao Yun had a broken army gun in his hand, swallowed the sky-sky moon lion armor on his body, and chased the clouds and stepped on the snow under his crotch. He was also a masterpiece among horses.

With such a costume, and the meeting of enemies, Zhao Yun's potential was immediately stimulated. He was like an untiring perpetual motion machine. The moves in his hand were faster and faster, and his strength became stronger and stronger. After more than a hundred rounds, even Pang De, who joined the battle group, was exhausted and panting, while Zhao Yun was still alive.

After a long battle, Ma Chao and Pang De were already determined to retreat. However, Zhao Yun planned to kill these two people, so how could they leave easily?

At this time, Ma Teng no longer knew which word to use to express his deep shock. He thought that even if he looked at the world, how many people could fight these two generals alone and stand invincible? However, what he saw with his own eyes today made Ma Teng suddenly feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Worried about Ma Chao's safety, Ma Teng sent several generals forward in succession to save Ma Chao.

However, in the battle between the gods, how could ordinary ants participate? The war generals just came to the battle group and were injured when they were scratched and died when they touched.

"Ling Ming!" Ma Chao suddenly used all his strength and shook Zhao Yun half a step back with one move. At the same time, he whispered to Pang De on the side: "Let's retreat! Hurry!"

Zhao Yun was surprised, then grinned, showing a bloodthirsty smile that should not belong to him. Zhao Yun casually wiped the blood stains on his face and smiled: "Today, no one of you wants to run away!"

When the words were gone, Zhao Yun chased after him.

After seeing this, Guan Hai quickly whispered: "Soldiers, kill!"

The war drums were thundering, and the sound of killing suddenly erupted. Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Yang family rushed towards the Western Liang army with anger. Guan Hai and Zhang Xiu took the lead!

Seeing this, Ma Teng was shocked and quickly ordered the entire army to attack and fight against the Yang family army.

The confrontation between tens of thousands of people was like two torrents, and instantly they collided with amazing blood. The fierce hand-to-hand combat began. The Yang family army was brave in fighting, all of whom were holding their anger in their hearts, preparing to avenge their previous shame. The Xiliang army was not afraid of death, and fighting on the battlefield was even more common.

Blood stained the land, and the tragic roar made people's scalp numb. As the fight continued, the blood in people's hearts was completely aroused, and countless young warriors continued.

In this battle, from dawn to night, and from dawn to dawn. As both sides continued to invest their troops, the battlefield here had long become the Shura hell. At this time, what was tested was not the excellent military equipment or the high and low martial arts skills, but the persistence deep in the heart, from fear to passion to indifference, the change of emotions made the soldiers on both sides on the battlefield put aside all distracting thoughts for this endless battle.

Ma Teng was already exhausted. The day and night of fighting allowed him to see his ignorance clearly. The Yang family army was strong and they dared to fight and kill. Even if they died, there would be a new army to continue attacking Xiliang. However, Ma Teng, in this battle, lost all the chips, and the battle situation was about to collapse.

Pang De rushed to Ma Teng at this time and said anxiously: "Lord, our army has no reserve troops anymore, and more than half of them are killed or injured. If we continue to fight, the entire army will probably be defeated!"

Ma Teng laughed bitterly, suddenly lifted the knife and put it on Pang De's shoulder, and cursed angrily: "Pang Lingming, do you want to escape in the last battle?"

Pang De wiped the blood from his face, not afraid of the steel knife that was close at all, and continued to persuade: "Lord! Look at the sword in Mo Jiang's hand. Will you continue to fight like this?"

Ma Teng looked down and saw that the big knife in Pang De's hand had already been broken into several sections, and the blade had many words that were broken, and it was about to break.

"Oh!" sighed, Ma Teng looked sad and smiled bitterly: "Now the battle situation is getting more and more chaotic, and there are people everywhere. Even if they retreat, how many people can they withdraw?"

"How many people can run? The Yang family's soldiers are numerous. When they are tired of fighting, they retreat to rest. Others will make up for it. As for our army, there are not many people and they are still fighting. If they continue, they will be defeated!" A trace of fear flashed in Pang De's eyes. This was the first time he encountered such a bloody killing. Both sides refused to admit defeat and were competing for fighting spirit.

At this time, Jiang Jiong, not far away, also heard Pang De's words, hurried to Ma Teng and persuaded him urgently: "My lord, you can't retreat, you can't retreat!"

Ma Teng's face was exhausted, and he was obviously shaken. However, Ma Teng still respected Jiang Jiong and asked immediately: "Zhong Yi, if you don't retreat now, do you still have to continue fighting?"

Jiang Jiong quickly analyzed the situation for Ma Teng and said, "Lord, you see, not only we are on the verge of collapse, but even Zhao Yun has reached the limit! Moreover, the situation of the battle is getting more and more chaotic. In many places, soldiers cannot find generals, and generals cannot find soldiers. I dare to make sure that there are definitely not many people beside Zhao Yun. The lord only needs to organize an elite team and attack Zhao Yun, and our army can win!"

Ma Teng felt that what Jiang Jiong said was reasonable, and immediately asked Pang De: "Ling Ming, do you still have the strength?"

Pang De was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes were firm. He patted his chest and replied, "Lord, just look at the last general!"

As soon as Pang De left, Ma Teng rekindled his fighting spirit. However, what Jiang Jiong didn't know was that Zhao Yun at this time was the same as his thoughts.

Zhao Yun pointed to Ma Teng in the distance and said to Zhang Xiu on the side: "General Zhang, I ordered you to rest for two hours just now. Do you have the strength now?"

Zhang Xiu, who had been fighting for a night, felt exhausted all over. However, when he saw Zhao Yun ask such a question, he thought that Zhao Yun had a task to hand him over to do. Zhang Xiu shook his a little sore arm and smiled and said, "General, what's the task? But it's okay to say it! Even if it's a sea of ​​swords and fire, Zhang Xiu will never frown!"

Zhao Yun smiled and said, "General Zhang, have you seen Ma Teng?"

Zhang Xiu nodded and replied, "General, do you want the last general to kill that Ma Teng?"

Zhao Yun's expression was indifferent. The long-term fighting made him gradually return to his usual calmness. He nodded slightly and responded: "Yes, this killing is time to end! This general has already drawn 100 cavalry. General Zhang, you just need to bypass the battlefield and kill Ma Teng, and we will win. However, this plan will last forever. There must be personal guards beside Ma Teng!"

Zhang Xiu grinned, then turned over to the horse, with a hint of firmness in his eyes, and said with a smile: "General, you can just watch it!"
Chapter completed!