Among the thousands of troops and horses, white horses came and went, like flowing lights and phantoms, majestic and majestic, sweeping across all directions.
He seemed to be majestic and domineering, but Zhao Yun's brows furrowed slightly.
Because this is not his style.
He mediates between heaven and earth, creates something mysterious, makes something out of nothing, and uses death to live. His marksmanship emphasizes the creation of life and death, and the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle. Killing like this kind of murderous devil means that he has fallen into the lower class and fallen into blind violence.
"I thought I was a master of martial arts and had few opponents in the world, but I didn't expect that I was still arrogant. I still have a lot to learn!"
Zhao Yun was secretly alert and began to adjust.
"And then on!"
Witnessing this scene, Wen Chou's eyes became more and more solemn. With a wave of his hand, another two thousand elite soldiers formed an formation and rushed forward.
He recognized people very accurately, and he could tell at a glance that Zhao Yun was just starting out. Although he was very powerful, he was not difficult to deal with.
The battlefield has always been a place of natural selection and survival of the fittest.
If you want to survive here, the first thing you need to do is to completely abandon compassion, even to be inhumane.
But young generals who are just starting out are often not good at it. Even if they are invincible at the beginning, as the enemies continue to fall and the number of dead increases, they will soon become mentally exhausted and their fighting spirit will be low. This has nothing to do with the star power, it is purely a discomfort.
Therefore, Wen Chou specially sent three thousand soldiers to die in order to wear down Zhao Yun's spirit. The other elites surrounded him, with their eyes like demon wolves looking greedily at food, with desire and hatred in their eyes.
Such a ferocious majesty of the military formation was the main culprit that forced Zhao Yun's artistic conception of marksmanship to change. Wen Chou seemed rough and arrogant, but in fact he was cruel and calm. He used the lives of his subordinates to create a situation that was sure to win. This was the way to go on the battlefield.
But unfortunately, this is just another example of teaching by words and deeds.
Zhao Yun adjusted too quickly.
He seemed to be born to fight on the battlefield. The small group of men before was not enough to warm up. Wen Chou's elite soldiers and tactics finally made Changshan Zhao Zilong completely excited.
"Take them all for me! No matter life or death!"
Wen Chou's eyes flashed coldly, with a hint of uneasiness. He turned his head and looked at Liu Xie behind him, and raised his hand.
Immediately, another thousand people circled around and surrounded Liu Xie and others.
Zhao Yun's eyes moved and he turned his horse around.
Regardless of whether Liu Xie is a disappointment or not, the prince is still a prince, has a distinguished status and is closely related to the country. He must not be allowed to fall into the hands of this elite soldier disguised as a bandit with evil intentions.
Wen Chou's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he rushed out, knowing exactly where Zhao Yun must pass, and swung his spear to reach him.
This King Yu's attack came with the power of Mount Tai, directly attaching the seventy-two transformations of the earthly evil spirits - strong force! Hold the body! Move!
Even if a person with great supernatural power is so close to the end of the world, he will still be affected by this immobilization. The same is true for Zhao Yun. He turned his Yajiao spear and pointed it towards King Yu.
Bang!
As the spears and spears clashed, Zhao Yun could not bear the majestic force, and his whole body trembled violently. The white dragon horse in Tianchi tilted, as if he was about to lose his balance.
"Come die!"
Wen Chou laughed ferociously, thunder roared, and King Yu Wu sent out a wave of force. It was surging and he wanted to expand his advantage. He must defeat Zhao Yun within ten rounds.
Unexpectedly that day, when Chi Bailong's horse was about to fall over, it suddenly glared with all four hooves and stretched back. Zhao Yun turned around and swept out from under the horse's crotch. His body turned into golden light and flew close to the ground.
The great magical power of the Thirty-six Transformations of Tiangang - golden light across the earth!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Golden light came and went, and in a moment it collided with King Yu dozens of times. Wen Chou's mouth trembled, and he couldn't hold the weapon, so he hurriedly handed over his left hand.
The golden light suddenly dispersed, transforming into Zhao Yun's elegant figure, stabbing out slowly and urgently with a spear, and shouted softly: "Broken!"
Wen Chou never expected that Zhao Yun could control the transformation of magical powers at his fingertips. He was even more pure and pure than the counselors in refining gods. Yu Wangshang barely blocked it, and was swung away by Ya Jiao, and his spear pierced the horse's head like lightning.
hiss!
The mount was also a good horse of a different species, but it could not withstand such a sharp spear. It fell down with a mournful cry. Zhao Yun patted the horse and continued to rescue Liu Xie.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Wen Chou was furious. He kicked off his mount with both feet, and the huge force directly tore the horse's corpse into pieces, exploding flesh and blood all over the sky. He used his strength to pursue Zhao Yun and hit the Tianchi White Dragon Horse with his spear.
If you kill my mount, I will kill your mount too!
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yun didn't even look back. Yajiao Spear turned around and killed him with his carbine.
This spear seemed to be able to pierce through high mountains, travel to the ends of the world, and cover all things. It was not any kind of magical power, big or small, but with Zhao Yun's own distinctive characteristics, swinging open King Yu's spear and piercing his heart.
"No!"
Wen Chou's face was distorted and his soul was gone.
His strength is definitely not weak. If the two armies fight in front of the battle, he can fight with Zhao Yun to a fifty-fifty tie. Unfortunately, this time he bullies Zhao Yun, who is just a fledgling, and has calculations in his mind. Instead, he loses his courage.
A stunning shot that pierces the heart!
Bang!
It made a loud noise like a bell, which was the protection of the heart mirror, but as soon as Zhao Yun's spear was released, the heart mirror was completely broken.
At the critical moment of life and death, Wen Chou aroused his ferocity, roared like a tiger, moved his hands, and slammed into the barrel of the gun.
Still useless.
Zhao Yun twirled his five fingers, and the Yajiao Spear was like a whirlwind. In an instant, it smashed Wen Chou's hands into powder, then whirled through his heart and turned into a dragon, wandering in the void.
Zhao Yun didn't look back from the beginning to the end. He raised his right hand high, grasped it with five fingers, and returned the corner to its position. Wen Chou behind him hit the ground with a bang, stirring up dust all over the sky, and he never got up again.
"shoot!"
Seeing Wen Chou's death, the deputy general was shocked and angry, waved his hands and shouted.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, a volley of arrows and crossbows fired, and Zhao Yunya's corner swung. In an instant, a strong wind blew, flying sand and rocks blocked all the arrows.
Zhao Yun looked back and glanced lightly. There was no menacing look in his eyes, but he was so frightened that Wen Chou's men all stopped and did not dare to pursue him.
In a flash of lightning, he had reached Liu Xie's side and killed all the enemies around him.
"Zilong is mighty, protect me out!"
The prince was surprised and happy, and his face turned pale.
In the Battle of the Yellow River, although Liu Xie participated in the whole battle, he basically stayed on the sidelines. Unlike this time, the cruel faces almost touched his face, and the sand splashed by the horse's hooves was like a hidden weapon. If
If it weren't for Hua Tuo's steady infusion of gentle star power, he would have been forced to the ground by the soaring evil energy.
Without saying a word, Zhao Yun pulled Liu Xie onto his horse. At the same time, Zhang Zhao took out a string of golden beads and flicked them toward the ground.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, three Yanjia mechanisms glowing with dark gold stood up. These were not created by the Wood Saint Zhang Heng, but were derived from the Mohist mechanism technique during the Warring States Period. Hua Tuo was held up in his huge palms.
Zhang Zhao and Ma Jun ran out in large strides, and their speed was not inferior to that of the Tianchi White Dragon Horse.
However, after running less than ten miles, another army came out and killed him. The general at the head shouted: "Gao Lan is here! White-robed boy, if you kill my brother, I will not let you die happily!"
What greeted him was Zhao Yun's face without fear. He defeated the army and killed the generals, and he was full of courage.
I am here from Changshan, Zhao Zilong!
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In the morning song.
Gu Cheng opened his eyes and smiled slightly: "It's time to take over."