As for the rain of arrows from the Northern Huns, Baima Yicong relied on his terrifying dexterity and movement speed to get out of the range of the rain of arrows even though he was very close to the extreme range of the rain of arrows.
Except for a few high-level arrows that hit the target at this distance, the others did not achieve the results expected by the Northern Huns at all.
Zhao Yun reined in his horse and turned around, and so did all the white-horse Yi Cong. Seeing the dense arrows stuck between the two cavalry, a mocking smile appeared on all the Yi Cong's faces.
Zhao Yun looked at the dense arrows on the ground with an indifferent expression, and then looked up at the Northern Huns opposite, with the corners of his mouth naturally raised.
The distance between the two sides was only sixty-five steps. The two people at the back, either Xu Bucheng or Du Qufu, were good at internal energy separation. Naturally, they could clearly see Zhao Yun's expression, which was mocking them, a naked mockery.
"Hey, Zilong, can you shoot that golden eagle?" Just as Zhao Yun looked at him mockingly, Ma Yunlu beside him suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Golden Eagle?" Zhao Yun, who originally had a mocking smile on his face, couldn't keep his face. He naturally turned his head to ask, and then followed Ma Yunlu's gaze and looked over.
"Oh, that thing, no problem." As he spoke, Zhao Yun took out the treasured eagle bow and stretched the bowstring. An ice-blue arrow condensed on the bow, and almost endless inner energy was injected into it.
Although Zhao Yun lost his inner energy from the body due to his boundary-breaking inner energy strength, the recovery speed of his inner energy did not slow down because of this. It is said that his inner energy was actually full again recently, but for some reason he found that he wanted to explode the core and rebuild it.
The strength is a bit insufficient.
Zhao Yun said that this was a bit depressing, but this kind of thing has little impact. Whether his strength can be improved is of little significance to him. The only boss above his head who can stabilize his head has ascended. He no longer cares whether he practices or not.
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While Zhao Yun was setting up his bow and shooting arrows, Qu Fu on the opposite side also took out his own bow and arrows. He had not used any special means before, but this time since it was a shock, it was good to let the other party see his archery skills.
Zhao Yun's finger on the bowstring suddenly loosened, and then he directly hit the King's Tent Golden Eagle in the Huns' disbelieving eyes. The entire King's Tent Golden Eagle was directly blown into powder by this blow. By the way, there was no path in the middle.
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"Look, it's very simple." Zhao Yun chuckled and put down his bow and arrow with a light look on his face. In fact, only Zhao Yun had so much internal energy loss. The offset of such a large scale of cloud energy still wiped out the King's Account Golden Eagle. After all, it was consumed
People who have never tried it would never dare to imagine how much internal energy there is.
Qu Fu and Xu Bucheng, who had originally planned to take action, looked in disbelief at the golden eagle of the royal tent that had turned into powder and dissipated. They were immediately furious. That thing was equivalent to the lintel of Weiyang Palace and the face of the Huns, and Zhao Yun
What he did was equivalent to tearing off the roof of Weiyang Palace in front of the emperor's ministers. What a hatred!
In an instant, all the Northern Huns were furious and rushed directly towards Zhao Yun, while Xu Bocheng and Qu Fudang rushed towards Zhao Yun first.
"You guys go first." Zhao Yun shook his head at Ma Yunlu and rushed forward directly to meet Xu Bucheng and Qu Fu.
"That guy is very strong, you have to be careful." Ma Yunlu didn't say much. Xu Bocheng and Zhang Fei had been fighting for so long but they still didn't see a match, so Ma Yunlu was a little worried.
"Don't worry." Zhao Yun said calmly. As he spoke, he pinched the horse's belly. The Yezhao Jade Lion charged forward tacitly. Zhao Yun's left hand holding the gun shook slightly. Xu Bocheng and Qu Fu were attacked at the same time, and then the gentian gun fired.
It's like splitting in two, easily forcing the opponent back.
Ma Yunlu was relieved when he saw this scene, and immediately ran away with Lu Qiling, Xue Shao and others with the white horse Yi Cong, leaving only Zhao Yun and Li Tiao's hundreds of people behind.
"Li Tiao, just go and stop that group of people. I'll take care of these two guys." After Zhao Yun forced the two men back with one shot, he said with a cold smile on his face, "Is the internal energy separated from the body to the extreme? I didn't expect it.
The Northern Huns can actually produce masters of such strength, but I don’t know if they are parallel imports!”
As he spoke, Zhao Yun's spear flickered, and Xu Bucheng and Qu Fu's hurried words were shrouded in the shadow of the spear without even coming. Moreover, the silver spear even brought on the high-temperature visual distortion as Zhao Yun's attack began.
There were constant explosions in the air.
After fifty moves, Zhao Yun looked at the two people opposite him who were slightly panting, and then looked at himself who was almost falling into the formation, and said coldly, "Good luck to you, no one will come to save you next time, Li
Withdraw!"
After Zhao Yun said hello, he clamped the horse's belly, and the Yezhao Jade Lion moved dozens of steps almost as if teleporting, and then rushed out several times in succession along the area that had not been surrounded.
After Yezhao Jade Lion rushed out at high speed, Li Tiao and others had already evacuated a considerable distance. At this time, Qiulin Monument also rushed over, and the golden eagle of the king's tent was shattered. This was a great shame and humiliation for the Huns.
"Don't chase me yet!" Qiulin Bei said angrily as he looked at Xu Bucheng and Qu Fu who were still breathing.
"The opponent is very strong." Qu Fu defended and then quickly led his army to chase Zhao Yun, and Xu Bocheng did the same. Then almost all the Huns chased Zhao Yun, and the golden eagle in the king's tent was shattered.
What a shame!
"How is General Zhao?" Li Tiao asked.
"The two real masters are very strong compared to Zahu's inner energy, not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of mental perseverance. General Zhang was able to kill him in just a few moves last time. It was a lot of luck.
I can suppress the two of them for a short time, but when it comes to killing..." Zhao Yun shook his head slightly, those two people had secret skills and it was useless.
"How many people in the Northern Xiongnu have internal energy leaving their bodies?" Li Tiao frowned and said, "Logically speaking, the population of the northern Xiongnu is much smaller than ours, so there can't be too many masters of internal energy leaving the body."
"If you include the immortals in the Central Plains, there are actually quite a few!" Zhao Yun suddenly changed the topic to the immortals.
Li Tiao was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and nodded, that was indeed the case.
"The qualifications of those immortals cannot be too bad, so in fact it is more that the Central Plains wasted a lot of talents." Zhao Yun sighed and said, "Of course, compared to most of us, the immortals are not too strong."
"Forget it, let's retreat quickly. The speed of the Huns is a bit alarming. Well, these should be the army souls we estimate. Li Tiao, you and Xue Shao go to the front to take command. I will go meet them."
Zhao Yun looked far away at the Northern Huns who suddenly accelerated towards them.
"Here!" Li Tiao, as the original Yellow Turban Canal Commander, had a keen intuition about whether the battlefield was dangerous or not, so when he saw the Northern Huns' military spirit army rushing out, his hair stood on end, unlike the thousand people before him.
Compared to this army of 1,500 souls, the feeling of oppression is stronger.
