Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao both shouted loudly at the same time, their eyes falling on Zhao Yun.
After Wang Can heard this, a faint smile flashed in his eyes. These two people dared to take the initiative to challenge Zhao Yun. They are really fearless. If Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were defeated miserably, Wang Can could take this opportunity to let Zhao Yun take control of the military camp.
After Zhou Cang was eliminated and Pei Yuanshao lost his position in the military camp, Wang Can felt ashamed of both of them.
After all, Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao are both old men who follow Wang Can.
However, Wang Can had a reason to do this. In an elite army, no soul figure would be left behind. Especially in such an era of cold weapons, the role of a peerless general can be infinitely great.
Its role is also immeasurable, so Wang Can came up with this plan.
Zhao Yun carried the silver gentian gun and strode towards Pei Yuanshao and Zhou Cang with a faint smile on his face.
In the face of Pei Yuanshao and Zhou Cang's challenge, Wang Can had made it clear to Zhao Yun last night, so Zhao Yun didn't have the slightest burden. He strode onto the martial arts stage in the center and said loudly: "If you want to fight, fight.
, what do I fear? Should you two come together, or one by one..."
With a bang, the bright silver gentian gun in Zhao Yun's hand was inserted into the martial arts stage, and his body was as straight as a pine. At a glance, he looked majestic and imposing.
This scene caught the eyes of the 400 soldiers from the military camp in the school grounds, and immediately received a burst of applause.
Soldiers in the army worship the strong. This is an unchanging principle.
Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao were all focused on Zhao Yun at this time. Regardless of the 400 military camp soldiers standing in the school grounds, Pei Yuanshao didn't care about anything else. He swung the mace in his hand and was about to rush towards Zhao Yun.
When Pei Yuanshao was about to take action, Zhou Cang stopped Pei Yuanshao and said calmly: "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. Although we are not good at martial arts, we don't bother to join forces to attack you...Old Pei, I will come first, you will do it for me."
I'll raid the formation."
Pei Yuanshao hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, come on."
Hearing this, Zhou Cang looked at Zhao Yun and heard a sonorous sound. The golden-backed sword in Zhou Cang's hand was instantly unsheathed. The blade cut through the air, and the sharp tip was pointed at Zhao Yun. A sharp sword aura erupted from the golden-backed sword.
It was transmitted from above, and the sharp sword light became shining under the bright sun, so majestic.
"Captain Zhou, well done."
"Captain Zhou, defeat him, defeat him!"
"Captain Zhou, work hard, don't lose to Zhao Yun!"
Breaking the queue in the military camp, some soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs to cheer for Zhou Cang.
"kill!"
Zhou Cang shouted loudly, stamped his foot, and rushed forward fiercely. The sword slashed horizontally, and a huge force was transmitted from the blade and went straight to Zhao Yun's waist.
Zhao Yun saw the gold-backed sword slashing towards him, grabbed the bright silver gentian spear with his right hand, raised it suddenly, and the spear rose in response, and immediately grasped the tail with his left hand. With the spear in his hand, it suddenly seemed to be alive, like a soaring dragon.
He rushed toward Zhou Cang with his teeth and claws bared. The spear and the golden-backed sword collided together, bursting out a stream of bright sparks. The roar of the clash of gold and iron was sharp and harsh, echoing in the school grounds.
"Zhou Cang, be careful."
Zhao Yun tested Zhou Cang's details with one move, and his expression became solemn.
To fight a lion against a rabbit, you need to use all your strength. Even if Zhou Cang is not Zhao Yun's opponent, Zhao Yun will not underestimate Zhou Cang. He suddenly raised his breath and shouted: "Gunshu: sweep away thousands of troops with a spear!"
In an instant, the gentian bright silver spear left a silver-white shadow in the air. As the sharp spear tip swept across the air, it pierced the air and made a series of harsh and sharp whistles. The silver-white gun barrel enveloped the air.
With a force as strong as Mount Tai, he swept towards Zhou Cang.
On the other hand, Zhou Cang did not flinch when he saw Zhao Yun sweeping across with his spear.
He swung the golden-backed sword in his hand, slashed Huashan with all his strength, and struck Zhao Yun's spear with one strike.
"clang!"
With a loud noise, the spear shaft and the golden-backed sword collided together. Zhao Yun took a step back and immediately stopped. Zhou Cang, however, was unsteady on his feet and took three steps back before he stabilized his figure. Although Zhou Cang appeared to be
There was nothing going on. It was like fighting with Zhao Yun. He only took three steps back. But his family knew his own affairs. His mouth was numb. When he held the golden-backed sword, he felt weak. It took him a long time to recover.
come over.
However, Zhou Cang had a reason to fight and had to fight.
No matter what thoughts Zhao Yun had in his mind yesterday, Zhou Cang must fight.
The golden-backed sword in his hand was dragged upside down on the stage. Zhou Cang rushed towards Zhao Yun like a bull charging. The blade rubbed against the stone on the table, making a rattling sound. When he was ten feet away from Zhao Yun, Zhou Cang
Cang suddenly jumped, and the golden-backed sword that was dragged on the ground was raised with his backhand, and he swung it in an arc from bottom to top. After the sword was raised high, the blade turned, pointed at Zhao Yun, and struck Zhao Yun violently.
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When Zhao Yun saw this, he smiled and swung the spear in his hand again.
"Gunshu: Guns dominate the world!"
At the same time as Zhou Cang jumped up, Zhao Yun stamped his feet and jumped up. After he jumped up, his whole body was like a long bow with a full string. He held the tail of the gun in his left hand and kept tightening it. The tip of the spear
Then it flashed uncertainly. When it got close to Zhou Cang, he paused with his left hand, then clenched his tail and stabbed forward violently. The tip of the spear pierced the air and made a crackling sound. The spear thrust out, and the tip of the spear hit Zhou Cang.
There was a clanking sound from Cang's golden-backed sword.
A series of fierce stabs, each time the tip of the spear hit the golden-backed sword, causing all of Zhou Cang's strength to be removed.
"Spearmanship: A hundred birds come to the phoenix!"
Just when the two of them landed, Zhao Yun roared again. When he held the spear with both hands, his whole body seemed to be merged with the spear, and the flickering spear pulled out a bunch of silver-white
Gun flowers, the bright and unpredictable gun flowers stabbed Zhou Cang.
"Ding...ding...ding..."
Waves of crisp impact sounds came, Zhao Yun's spear was erratic, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light. The silver tip of the spear pierced the back of the golden-backed sword every time, and Zhou Cang was simply
He was unable to fight back. Every time the spear tip struck, he just drew the knife to resist mechanically. The spear tip collided with the knife blade, and there were countless collisions.
"Gunshu: Phoenix nods!"
Zhao Yun shouted again, holding the spear with both hands. As Zhao Yun's words fell, the spear turned into a silver-white light, spun rapidly, and then stabbed Zhou Cang's golden-backed sword.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound, and then a cracking sound was heard. The sharp tip of the spear directly penetrated the golden-backed sword in Zhou Cang's hand, and stabbed Zhou Cang's throat, but the tip of the spear was not far away from his throat.
It stopped three inches away. Even so, the energy emanating from the tip of the gun made Zhou Cang feel a pain in his throat.
"Bang...bang..."
The broken blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The soldiers of the 400-po barracks watching from a distance were stunned, their eyes full of surprise. They looked at Zhao Yun with three parts fear and seven parts admiration. Even Pei Yuanshao, who was standing aside, swallowed his saliva and felt in his heart.
He understood that he was no match for Zhao Yun, and it would be as difficult as climbing to the sky to defeat Zhao Yun.
"You lost!"
Zhao Yun said calmly, without any emotion in his tone, as if he was telling an unrelated matter.
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