Eight hundred and sixty-one Zhao Zilong
The spear in Zhao Yun's hand trembled, and countless lights flickered, like a long mountain rain.
The sharp edge of the spear, just like the light of the mountain rain, although there is no momentum of a storm, it seems to be soft, and it seems that there is no strength at all, as if even if it falls on the person's body, it is not just a slight wet mark.
However, under the mountain rain, it is shrouded in the entire mountain, whether it is the huge thousand-year-old tree, or the delicate small buds that have just grown, all under the cover of the mountain rain, it seems that there is no omission.
"Buzz!" The spear was shining, reflecting a dazzling light.
For a moment, just for a moment.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and this light suddenly changed......
In the next moment, the strong momentum on Zhao Yun's body seemed to burst out with brilliant sparks in an instant, spreading his power in all directions.
It is like a stormy wind and rain with ups and downs, surging.
Two in one life, two in three, and even endlessly.
Light, azure brilliance.
At this moment, the void was filled with countless reflections of light, like the soft mountain rain. Soft and swaying down.
Directly in front of Zhao Yun, the blue light was shining, as if everything was shrouded in a ray of light in an instant!
Although he didn't seem to have the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, the moment Zhao Yun's spear stabbed out, his momentum actually changed in an instant, from strong to strong, and suddenly became extremely yin and soft.
The spear was sharp, in the sunlight, although it shimmered with dazzling light.
But this intense light brought many soldiers a feeling of light and breeze.
Countless rays of light were like countless raindrops, soaking every inch of the space, turning the avenue into a mountain peak in the rain.
And those soldiers of the Wen family who were fighting head-to-head were soaked under the invasion of the mountain rain.
It was like the mountain rain that continued to fall from the sky, and the clouds and mist that covered the eyes of the world.
A gust of wind blew, blowing ripples through this picture-like pattern, as if there was a pair of invisible hands, gently pushing behind the back, ethereal like a dream.
Under the light of the mountain rain, there is fresh air, but under the light of the gun, there is a bloody massacre.
When Zhao Yun exerted a certain power to the extreme, he was able to resonate with the power of heaven and earth, and even made others have the illusion of empathy.
As if silently, the pervasive wind and rain clouds suddenly dispersed.
Everything is back to normal, no clouds and rain, no wind and fog, no mountain rain, no clouds and mist.
Only then did they realize that everything they had just felt was nothing more than an illusion. And the one who caused this illusion like a real scene was the man in front of him.
It's just that although many soldiers understand this, they are more and more in awe of Zhao Yun in their hearts, and it is the kind of awe that is almost engraved into the bones.
The powerful power displayed by the other party has exceeded the limit of their understanding of the human body, and in the face of such a powerful force, even if it is an elite old pawn, I am afraid that it will collapse.
Because, at this moment, all that remains in their hearts is the fear of power.
No one knew how many shots Zhao Zilong had stabbed out in that piece of light, but everyone saw it clearly.
Pieces of gunlight flickered in front of them, and the feeling of clouds and fog just now was like a dream of Huang Liang, and they disappeared in an instant, leaving only what remained in their memories, which seemed to be a strange feeling that could never be erased.
After this moment, the hundreds of elite cavalry disappeared and ceased to exist.
Cold, icy chill filled the body of every soldier of the Wen Family's Army.
These self-proclaimed soldiers who can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles, their eyes are full of horror at this moment.
They all know that those generals with manifest ability are very strong, and they are already strong to the point of inhuman, and they are not something that ordinary people can resist, even those who have just broken through to the manifestation are said to have the strength of the title of ten thousand enemies.
However, when these people saw such a powerful god-like existence for the first time, they knew that human beings could really be as powerful.
One enemy army!
"Whoever stands in my way, die!" Zhao Yun snorted lightly, his whole body was full of momentum, and his eyes were faintly shining, as if they were stars in the sky, flashing with bright brilliance.
Suddenly, there was a light breeze, and the mountains and forests rattled.
The sensation was like a confluence of countless blades of grass colliding with the sounds of a few blades of grass colliding with each other, and it sounded slight but powerful.
In this wisp of light wind, a decisive sound like the clashing of gold and stone suddenly sounded.
"Let's go up together, suppress his momentum, and let him run rampant!"
"Charge!"
"Hmph, if you want to fight, I will fight" Zhao Yun did not rest, double-straddle the belly ......of the war horse, and continued to charge!
The resolute face, the sharp gaze, the closed lips, and the strong will like steel swept through everyone's hearts like a storm at this moment.
Scandium! Scandium!
Two crisp sounds, the three horses intersected, and the spear in Zhao Yun's hand fluttered, and he had already exchanged fire with the two Yuan generals once.
At the same time as the three war horses were staggered, Zhao Yun was on one side of his body, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and the gun in his hand shook violently, and he actually hit the back of the second general again.
The two generals heard the wind behind them, their hearts were horrified, and they hurriedly turned their bodies to resist with the weapons in their hands, and the two crisp sounds sounded again, these two Yuan generals stumbled under Zhao Yun's attack, almost fell off their horses, and the war horses under their crotch were also messy, roaring and moving a few steps sideways.
"Let's go too!" Seeing that the two of them were also embarrassed when they joined forces, several horsemen rushed to support.
Zhao Yun was not afraid at all, the spear in his hand fluttered, almost covering all the key points around him, and at the same time, the spear was like a dragon out of a hole, it was not blindly defending, but attacking in defense, almost every time he attacked, it made these six Yuan generals a little hurried.
Although it was a siege for six people, but in the face of these six generals, Zhao Yun had a feeling that it seemed that these six generals could not cause any harm to themselves at all, and he could suppress these six Yuan generals steadily!
It's an absolute confidence!
Zhao Yun laughed loudly, and a powerful, extreme momentum suddenly rose from his body.