"Good marksmanship!" Guan Yu lowered his head and looked at the blood on his chest and Zhao Yun on the other end of the bright silver gun, coughed lightly, and his face seemed to age a lot in an instant: "What is the name of this gun?" But a hundred birds and a phoenix? ”

Zhao Yun shook his head: "The hundred birds and phoenixes created by the family teacher were obtained when he happened to see the birds rushing towards the sun when he was watching the sunrise on the top of the mountain. ”

"Hidden dragons go to sea? Good name! The gun is good, and the name is good, you are really worthy of you, the first general under Wang Deyu's account! ”

Guan Yu praised from the bottom of his heart, but his eyes gradually darkened, "It's a pity that I didn't fight with you at the peak, and I didn't take a look at the world-famous Hundred Birds and Phoenix!"

Zhao Yun sighed: "It is true that Zhao took a lot of advantage in this battle, but the general should understand that there is never absolute fairness on the battlefield, otherwise how can it be said that the strong will defeat the weak?" It's like when you General Guan killed my two generals, Lou and Gaolan, and hit Yuanfu hard.

But to be honest, Zhao also has a lot of respect for the general, and my brother has praised you many times for your profound righteousness and outstanding martial arts. If it weren't for you and I being in different camps, Zhao would be willing to talk with the general and learn from each other! ”

Speaking of this, looking at Guan Yu's expression, Zhao Yun still couldn't bear it after all.

In the past, the scene of Meng Jindu Guan Yu slashing Hu Zhen came to mind, how high-spirited Guan Yu was at that time, and how he looked at the world, where could he have thought that he would be silent, lonely and regretful at this time?

"If the general doesn't give up, Zhao will now rehearse this hundred birds and phoenix in front of the general!" Zhao Yun sang a song to Guan Yu, flew off the horse, gently pulled out the bright silver spear and waved it in the field, and a majestic momentum gradually spread.

Guan Yu's spirit was getting weaker and weaker, but he was still holding on, and even coughing was swallowed in his mouth.

He knew that his life was coming to an end, but he still wanted to see the world-famous birds and phoenixes before he died, and it was also a blessing in life to be able to fulfill some of his wishes before he died!

The gun is as cold as the moon.

The moon had begun to set, and the moonlight was obliquely shrouded in the forest.

However, everyone couldn't tell whether the silver light in front of them was moonlight or Zhao Yun's bright silver spear.

Zhao Yun is indeed worthy of being one of the best marksmans today, their posture of drawing a gun is not only clean and neat, but also graceful, and what is even better is that when he swings a shot, he will sweep a piece of silver light, like the silver light of the moon.

It looks like the door is wide open, full of flaws, but everyone knows that all flaws mean no flaws.

Suddenly, Zhao Yun's spear gradually slowed down, very slowly, like a snail climbing over the treetops from the bottom of a tree, and like a child riding on the back of a cow when returning from grazing.

Zhao Yun stabbed out with a shot, out of bounds and out of order, but everyone's eyes lit up, and their eyes were full of expectation.

Because although Zhao Yun's gun is not as open and closed as before, it will be elegant and ethereal to the fullest, like a peerless painter who has drawn a dragon and a snake, and finally lightly fluttered on the dragon's eye.

The finishing touch, not only the eyes, but also the life of the dragon, the soul of the dragon!

Zhao Yun's shot is exactly like this!

A rain of flowers blooms in the middle of the month, the sky is full of spear flowers, the sky is full of guns, condensed into a tactful singing bird fluttering its wings, its feathers shining.

Then, another shadow of a gun floated up, and seven rainbows made a stunning appearance among the birds, covering up the light of all the bird feathers in an instant, and a phoenix flew out of the rainbow with a roar, and its sharp beak, sharp claws, and sword-like wings began to show its edge in front of everyone's eyes.

If you touch it, you will die!

This is the shock that this shot brought to everyone!

The phoenix is coming, and the birds are facing the phoenix!

This is Tong Yuan's stunt!

Although this phoenix is just a bird a little bigger than a house sparrow, at this moment, it is better than all the murderous weapons in the world!

"So that's what it is... This is the Hundred Birds and the Phoenix! ”

Guan Yu's eyes suddenly burst out with a fine light, and he muttered, he could no longer suppress the pain in his chest and the strength that gradually disappeared, he coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and sprinkled under his feet, blood like splashing ink.

Zhao Yun glanced at Guan Yu with pity, and Guan Yu's last voice left in this world was still in his ears, "Although you and I are a little less fair in the first battle, but... But to be able to see Master Tong's hundred birds and phoenixes, to be able to die under your gun... It's a blessing! ”

The forest was calm again, and everyone was speechless for a while.

Zhou Cang woke up in time as if he had been knocked by someone, and staggered to Guan Yu with the support of the pull, his face was also full of dead silence.

"Off the beard, though... I've been stabbed by you, but... I didn't have half a bit of jealousy towards you, but I admired you. You're gone, and I can't hold it anymore. If you don't dislike it, let me... I'll be with you down there..."

Before he could say anything, the person also fell, and fell softly beside Guan Yu.

Or this is fate, or this is the will of heaven, although the famous Guan Zhou main and deputy generals in the long history are in different camps, they still fall together in the end and become a male of the underworld who lives next to each other.

……

The moon is falling, and the night wind is still cold.

Guan Ping traveled for more than 20 miles under the hostage of a group of lieutenant generals, and his mood gradually returned to calm.

He believed that his father's swordsmanship was outstanding and unparalleled in the world, and there was no one in this world who could leave him behind, not even the famous Zhao Yun; He also believed that his father would return unharmed one morning.

Thinking of this, Guan Ping exhaled slowly, and a heartfelt flower bloomed on his face. He gently pushed the arms of the two brothers, and was about to tell them a joke or two.

Suddenly, his heart palpitated, and a sad thought poured out of his heart without warning, as if his most important person in this world had left him, his eyes were dark, a trace of blood overflowed at the corner of his mouth, and he flattened the side of his body and slowly fell into the arms of the robe.

……

"Second brother, second brother, are you finally back?"

Liu Bei looked at Guan Yu in front of him with joy, although it seemed that Guan Yu was dusty, his face was full of dust and sand, and even there were a few wisps of red on his clothes, although it looked like Guan Yu was very tired, and he didn't even want to respond.

But Liu Bei was happy, happily looking around Guan Yu carefully, and kept muttering, "You have lost a little weight again", "You are a little darker" and other warm but trivial and troublesome words.

Finally, Liu Bei couldn't bear his longing for Guan Yu anymore, stopped chattering, and hugged Guan Yu with both hands.

"Ahh

The body shook violently, Liu Bei let out a miserable roar, and suddenly woke up from his dream, beads of sweat crawled all over his forehead, he seemed to have been shocked, his hands went directly through Guan Yu's body, and his arms were also empty.

He opened his eyes wide and tried to look at the purlin above his head, which was as white as snow, and his mind was blank.