The next day, before dawn, I heard the sound of iron hoofbeats outside Cangzhou City.
The rebels are coming, a total of 300,000 troops, spread out on the ground like a black carpet.
The leader of the army was none other than King Xiao Yang.
Despite his evil temper, he is a rare general.
Since he arrived in Chuzhou, the rebels have stabilized their position and their morale has been greatly shaken. Now the 300,000 troops he personally leads are even more organized and majestic. The combined force created is approaching Cangzhou.
Not to mention the Xuanjia soldiers, even the generals who have been on the battlefield for a long time can’t help but look solemn.
"Zhao Zilong, come and fight."
Outside the city, three hundred thousand troops were shouting in unison, the sound shaking the world.
Regardless of whether they are strong in combat or not, their aura is sufficient.
Before viewing the formation, the battle platform has been set up, which is dedicated to the commanders of the two armies.
Mingyu glanced at Zhao Yun, and he was very reluctant to lead an army and go out of the city to fight.
"Prepare to charge."
Zhao Yun left a few words, jumped off the city wall, and landed firmly on the battle platform.
Soldiers faced soldiers, soldiers faced generals, and he was never afraid of King Xiao Yang. It was the same then and it is the same today.
"Must win."
If the enemy soldiers howl, how can there be no one in the Xuanjia army?
Not only that, Mingyu also personally took the drumsticks and beat them as hard as he could. His momentum was unstoppable. War drums were used to boost morale and cheer up the young uncle.
boom!
King Xiao Yang also stepped onto the fighting platform, and when he landed, there was a loud bang.
Zhao Yun saw this in his eyes and couldn't help but look at this former opponent in a new light.
The information is true, this person's skill is indeed much stronger than before.
I'm afraid even if the old sword master is here, he won't be able to suppress his disciple.
"Today, I will kill you."
King Xiao Yang must have hated Zhao Yun so much, or maybe he had so much anger hidden in his heart that he couldn't suppress it when he saw his enemy.
He had already planned that after Zhao Zilong was destroyed, he would send his troops to conquer Cangzhou.
Without Zhao Zilong in charge, he had the confidence to fight all the way to the capital.
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"Eat my slap."
Little Yang Wang has a surging momentum and strong and domineering palm power.
Zhao Yun was stronger, not retreating but advancing, using the internal power of ice and fire to gather into one palm.
boom!
The two palms collided, and a roaring sound was heard.
Then, a surge of energy spread in all directions, causing dust to fly. Even the war horses were frightened and started to neigh one after another.
Well!
This muffled groan came from King Xiao Yang, and with a hard palm, he was completely at a disadvantage.
That's right, he hasn't turned demonization yet, and relying on his own strength alone, he is far behind Zhao Yun.
"Long time no see, I really underestimate you."
Little Yang Wang gritted his teeth and his eyes were quite red.
His form changed instantly. His black hair, like a waterfall, turned into blood, and the Qi surging around his body became a demonic evil that wreaked havoc, and its power surged to the extreme.
"What a powerful inner force."
On the city wall, many Xuanjia soldiers could not help but feel trembling when they saw it.
Even from a distance, one can still feel the pressure of King Xiao Yang.
Of course, his marshal was not blind, his whole body was ignited with flames of ice and fire.
Zheng!
Sonorous!
Under the spotlight, the battle between the two commanders finally began.
The rebels could see clearly, and the Xuanjia officers and soldiers who were commanding them could also have a panoramic view.
Masters, those two are top masters.
It is precisely because he is at the top that his moves can kill people. Even a powerful sword light can pierce the air and burst into a bunch of sparks.
"How could he be so strong?" Among the rebels, there were also martial arts masters, all of whom were the guards of King Xiao Yang. They couldn't help but be frightened after seeing Zhao Yun's background.
You must know that his master, who cultivates magic skills, has absorbed the inner strength of countless masters for a long time, and has already strengthened it.
More than his master, the old sword master.
However, against Zhao Zilong, there is no advantage at all.
"What a freak." The speaker was an old man in purple robe.
He is also an extremely skilled player, and his eyes are filled with endless doubts.
That guy, he was poisoned by blood, and he was terminally ill. It didn't take long for his injuries to heal, and he was fine. How could his skills keep improving?
puff!
As he spoke, a streak of blood appeared on the battlefield.
It was King Xiao Yang who was injured and received a sword from Zhao Yun. A sword mark was cut on his chest.
Blood made his already demonic nature even more crazy.
And the blood on his chest was slowly healing along with his madness.
Zhao Yun was not surprised at all by this.
The old sword master he had fought with was a fellow practitioner of magic skills, and the resilience of both master and disciple was extremely strange.
This may be the special effect of magic.
"Sacrifice my sword with your blood."
King Xiao Yang has a ferocious face and disheveled hair, resembling an evil ghost.
The appearance was so scary that some people gasped, and among them were rebel soldiers. The commander's behavior really made them respect and fear him. Compared with the two, they looked at the civil and military champions, which was more pleasing to their eyes.
At least, Zhao Zilong would not go crazy or turn a living person into a mummy.
Speaking of madness, the commander-in-chief of his family seems to have fallen ill again.
Yes, when he gets sick and gets hit again and again, Little Yang Wang seems to transform into a crazy man who has gone crazy, the kind who doesn't recognize his relatives.
The criticism of practicing magic is that it cannot control the powerful magic power, and even the consciousness is eroded. Most of the time, it is impossible to maintain a clear mind, and some of them just kill.
On the other hand, Zhao Yun is calm and relaxed.
Even if the opponent becomes demonized, his momentum will not be reduced at all.
Not only has it not diminished, but it has also frequently inflicted heavy losses on King Xiao Yang, because since he reached his peak, there have been flaws everywhere, and the magic power
No matter how powerful he is, no matter how domineering his resilience is, if he sees the right opportunity, he can kill him with one sword.
"Death, why don't you die?" The battlefield with flying yellow sand was filled with the roar of Little Yang King.
He has exhausted all his knowledge, yet he still cannot defeat his opponent.
The bloody battle situation has revealed the cruel truth to him:
He is not as good as Zhao Zilong.
The repeated defeats once again pushed his state of mind into the abyss of darkness. He was afraid that from the day he was selected as the number one martial artist, that person seemed to be his nemesis, and he would definitely lose if he saw him.
ah.!
His unwillingness and anger drove him crazy to the extreme.
Forbidden method, he used the terrible forbidden method, at the cost of consuming essence and blood, in exchange for more powerful magic power.
For a moment, the battle platform was filled with evil spirits, dancing with the yellow sand.
However, it didn't work. He lost his mind and messed up his moves. In addition to his powerful magic power, he became a living target.
"Good journey."
Zhao Yun said lightly, his words cold and dead.
His sword was clanging, infused with internal energy, and surrounded by ice and fire. Both the sword's power and his sword's will were as strong as they had ever been since he started practicing martial arts.
"My lord."
Seeing that the situation was not good, King Xiao Yang's guards came to kill them all.
There were also 300,000 troops who also moved collectively at this moment.
pity.
late.
Zhao Yun had already drawn his sword, his figure was like the wind, and he was so fast that he could no longer see a shadow. He drew a dazzling shockwave on the blood-stained battlefield.
Then, blood suddenly appeared.
King Xiao Yang was killed and his chest was pierced by a sword.
By the time his guards arrived, he had collapsed to the ground and could not walk away without closing his eyes. Before his death, he had lost his demonic state and regained his last sense of consciousness.