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"Congratulations to the host, Zhao Yun's potential has been successfully activated, the host has currently consumed 60 monarch points, and there are currently 24 monarch points left. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "I finally heard the echo of the system in my head.

Chen Tian's tight brows finally relaxed, "What potential?" ”

"Zhao Yun's potential Desperate Gentian, Desperate Gentian - when in danger, the force can randomly increase by 1-3 points, and it can be launched twice."

"According to what you say, Zhao Yun only needs to add 3 points twice, so that he can add 6 points, plus 3 points of the state, so that he can reach 108, I will go, this is against the sky, no wonder he entered and exited seven times in the army of millions, and killed more than 50 people." Chen Tian couldn't help but cast excitement in his eyes.

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On the battlefield, the murderous aura is pervasive, the stumps are broken, and the blood flows like a river.

Zhao Yun was fending off a beam of arrows, and Yang Lin's surprise attack caught him a little off guard, but after a little panic, the fearless aura in his eyes suddenly recovered.

"Zhao Yun's first layer of desperate gentian has been detected, with +3 force and 99 base force, currently rising to 102!"

The spear in Zhao Yun's hand instantly rolled up a burst of silver halo and came out of his hand, forming a silver vortex that swept directly towards Yang Lin's body.

Before the stick arrived, Yang Lin was already shocked to feel that Zhao Yun's gun contained an overwhelming air pressure and was almost an invisible giant wall, carrying the power to destroy everything, and it was pressing towards him.

It's faster than the wind and lightning. The strength is stronger than Mount Tai's pressure.

Yang Lin didn't have time to think about it, so he turned over in the air, used the dragon stick in his hand to change direction, and collided with the attacking silver spear.

Sonor!

A sharp metal crash resounded in the sky, and flying sparks lit up the valley.

"Impossible, the speed is so fast, even the strength is so strong, who are you?"

Yang Linma stumbled, and barely used a strong internal force to calm down, but there was still a combination of rigidity and softness in his body flowing around, stirring up so uncomfortable.

Yang Lin has collected many marksmanship in his life, such as the Luo family gun, the Five Tigers Soul Breaking Marksmanship and other marksmanship, but he has never seen such a fierce and fast marksmanship, and there is a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Zhao Yun saw that a shot had blown Yang Lin away, and snorted coldly, his face was full of the meaning of a hero in the world, "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong!" ”

"Okay, good you Changshan Zhao Zilong, today you and I will win or lose!" Yang Lin shouted angrily, re-lifted the dragon prison stick in his hand, and rode his horse towards Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun also spurred the horse and took Yang Lin directly.

In the center of the battlefield, one black and one white, like black and white, suddenly became a ball, the dust flew in the air, the streamers shot out in all directions, and the stones were splashed everywhere, so that the soldiers around them dared not approach.

Thirty rounds passed, and in the face of Zhao Yun's increasingly strong offensive, Yang Lin gradually fell into passivity, but Zhao Yun was not affected, and the resoluteness on his face did not decrease by half a point at all.

Seeing that Yang Lin was slowly falling to the downside, Yang Xiong set up a longbow, slowly aimed at Zhao Yun, and shot an arrow.

Sou!

Just as Zhao Yun and Yang Lin were fighting, suddenly a string sound came, Zhao Yun heard how fierce, and forced Yang Lin's dragon stick back with one move.

Pull out the sword on your waist with lightning speed, this sword is the Qinghong sword, as soon as the Qinghong comes out, who will compete?

Seeing that the sound of the arrow breaking through the sky was getting closer and closer, Yang Xiong thought that Zhao Yun would definitely die, but he saw Zhao Yun suddenly turn around, there was no fear in his eyes, he was still very calm, and that calmness, calmness made Yang Xiong feel extremely frightened in his heart.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and a cold light broke through the sky.

The Qinghong Sword was like a soaring green dragon in his hand, plummeting, breaking a beam of flying rainbows.

"Impossible, this impossible, how could it be so fast!" Not only Yang Xiong, but even Yang Lin was surprised by Zhao Yun's agility.

The shock in Yang Xiong's eyes swept by, and he calmed down and shouted: "Father, go quickly!" All soldiers, kill this enemy general for me! Killer bounty of 10,000! ”

Yang Lin saw that the situation was unfavorable, turned around and rode away, tens of thousands of iron cavalry soldiers, staring at fame and fortune, the sound of killing shattered the sky, like a torrent breaking the embankment, rushing out, towards Zhao Yun madly.

"Thousands of troops, so what!"

In an instant, Zhao Yun turned into a silver thunderbolt and shot into the enemy formation. "Detected that Zhao Yun has entered the strongest fearless state, force +3, the second desperate gentian is launched, force +2, and the current force has risen to 107!"

Seeing Zhao Yun riding into the enemy formation alone and rushing towards him, a contemptuous smile appeared on Yang Xiong's face, "Hmph, you are too arrogant, you will die today without a place to be buried!" ”

Zhao Yun is like a cluster of silver flames, ruthlessly burning the chaotic army array, passing all the way, not a single grass grows!

The silver spear in his right hand was shining, and countless soldiers were torn to pieces.

The Qinghong Sword in his left hand, countless weapons were shattered.

Destroying all the way, as if entering a no-man's land, no one can stop it.

The sneer on Yang Xiong's face began to slowly disintegrate little by little with Zhao Yun's impact.

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

Ten steps.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun had already killed in front of him, countless stumps and broken bodies fell behind him, and the horse's hooves stepped out of the bloody path, like a peerless god of war.

"Stop him for me!" Yang Xiong's face suddenly turned like ashes, and he hysterically summoned the iron cavalry to block Zhao Yun, and turned around to flee.

"Where to run, eat me a shot!" The jade lion under the crotch of the night, the horse flew into the air, passing over thousands of troops, and the spear in Zhao Yun's hand instantly turned into a phantom.

The extreme strength of the majesty broke through the air, setting off a long stream of blood dust, and it turned into a column as thick as a human shape and dazzling light, and it roared wildly.

Yang Xiong's face was full of fear, but it was too late, Yang Xiong lifted the Pu knife in his hand and carried it hard.

The difference in force between the two is 21 points!

Syllable!

A sound of a blade shattering came from the air, and Yang Xiong's Pu knife was crushed into pieces, his feet sank three inches to the ground, and blood from his mouth continued to spurt out.

Before he could react, Zhao Yun had already ridden his horse past him, and as soon as the bright silver spear stirred like the wind, Yang Xiong was torn into pieces of meat and scattered in all directions.

Another move, Zhao Yun crushed Yang Xiong like a god of war, setting off a rain of blood, which splashed directly on the heavily surrounded iron horse.

"Who else dares to stand in my way!" Zhao Yun roared angrily in the wind, and under the reflection of the setting sun, the dragon-patterned white robe behind him was stained with blood, and the silver armor on his body was also dripping with blood, but all of them were thieves!

The sunset was bloody, and the tip of the spear was under the blood, revealing a strong cold air.

Blood flew all over the sky, splashing on the iron horsemen who were about to besiege them, looking at Zhao Yun's god-like figure, they were so frightened that they fled.

"Death to those who stand in my way!" Zhao Yun shouted angrily again, the silver spear in his hand waved out, and the Qinghong Sword in his left hand pierced through the sun, breaking Changge who came to test one by one, killing countless people along the way, and the horse's hooves stepped over a cold corpse.

The brave white horse and silver spear, full of blood, killed tens of thousands of iron horsemen, broke out of a bloody road, and no one stopped it!

At the end of the killing, at the end of the sunset, the white horse jumped up, and the silver spear pointed at the sky, who in the world can be!

(To be continued....................)