"There is a certain waiting here, and no one can get by!" The black-armored warriors stubbornly defended the main road, grinning and despising everyone.

Suddenly, a cold drink came from not far away, "Your Excellency is so arrogant, I, Zhao Zilong, want to try Your Excellency's martial arts!" ”

Along with this cold voice, there was also an extremely cold wind.

"Huh?" A strong sense of crisis surged in his heart, and Yuan Jiang's complexion changed suddenly, and he immediately put the war knife on his chest.

Swinging it to the left, a crescent-shaped qi burst out, making a sharp sound in the air.

was stabbed by this sudden blow, and he only felt the heat of the tiger's mouth, his eyes were scattered, his hands were numb, and his chest was tight; I secretly said something bad in my heart.

But before he could adjust, a huge blue light slashed in his direction again, without the slightest disguise.

Although he still raised the big knife in his hand this time, he couldn't accumulate strength at all.

In the roar, infinite power poured into the body of the black-armored Yuan General like a surging Yangtze River, instantly shaking him to the point that his mouth cracked, and his ten fingers were numb and he could barely hold the blade.

bite

There was another clear sound, and the black-armored Yuan Jiang let out an exclamation, and the long knife in his hand was directly picked up by Zhao Yun and flew out, whirling in the air and inserting it on the ground, the blade trembling to itself.

The black armor Yuan burst all the ten fingers of the tiger's mouth, the blood flowed endlessly, and the blood in his chest was like a tide, and he couldn't restrain it at all, and he opened his mouth to "wow" and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

In the next moment, a trace of decline and horror flashed in his eyes, and he felt a pain in his chest, and the hot liquid rolled down with the pain!

In the next moment, his huge body soared from the air like a kite with a broken string, flew upside down several feet away, and fell heavily to the ground, spurting blood from the corners of his mouth, and seeing that he could not live!

The general will inevitably die in battle, and throughout the life of a military general, it is nothing more than to make a name for himself in the killing, make meritorious contributions in the killing, and finally die in the killing and die at the hands of the enemy.

He is no exception.

Rumble!

A powerful momentum erupted from Zhao Yun's body, like a wave of qi, tumbling forward.

"Pass the order, don't fight too much now, kill them as soon as possible, and then evacuate here!" Zhao Yun's eyes also became sharp, and his whole body was filled with a compelling momentum, just like a cold sword, making people dare not look at him.

After the order, Zhao Yun pulled the reins again and took the lead.

"Shoot him!" Someone panicked and began to pick up the bow and arrow from the horse.

Wave after wave of arrows seemed to overwhelm Zhao Yun.

The spear in his hand was waved, like a fire tree and silver flowers, and the head of the spear was like a layer of silver-blue crystal under the sun, firmly wrapping a man and a horse in it, and it was difficult to penetrate.

When an ordinary military general fired an arrow, the downed arrow would only fall like a scattered leaf, but after the arrow shot at Zhao Yun was bounced back, it seemed to have eyes, and the arrow reversed and shot at the archer who released the arrow.

Whoever shoots the arrow will bounce back to whomever he is, impartially, and will never rely on others!

Just listening to the screams one after another, in an instant, dozens of archers were shot at themselves by the arrows that rebounded back, either in the face or in the chest, covering their wounds one by one, and screaming miserably.

The remaining archers were so frightened that they finally lost the courage to fire their arrows. Qi Qi dropped the bow and crossbow in his hand and hurriedly retreated.

At this time, the overall morale of the Wen Chou Army has actually collapsed to the bottom, and its morale is on the verge of collapse!

One trades off the other.

Zhao Yun was so brave, and the morale of his cavalry was extremely high, and they all rushed forward frantically as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Kill!" Lifting the reins violently, the deputy general of the white horse burst into a shout, and took the lead in facing those Wen Chou soldiers and killing them!

Hundreds of white horse followers followed, spurring their horses and charging towards the Wen Chou army.

The soldiers of the Wen Chou Army began to retreat.

And just behind them, a pair of eyes full of bloody aura were staring at their heads.

"White Horse Righteous Servant, Attack!" The white horse lieutenant pointed his spear and shouted violently.

Nearly a thousand light horsemen swooped down from the dirt slope and smashed the abdomen and back of the Wen Chou routed army.

The rolling iron stream, rolling up the dust in the sky, the spears in the hands of the knights were pressed down in unison, and the black pressure was like the teeth of death.

"Ho!" With a low shout, the spear in the hand of the adjutant general of the white horse, like a streamer, swept towards an enemy horseman facing him.

With a scream, the knight fell from his horse.

In the splash of blood, the white horse lieutenant broke through the fragile defense line of Yuan's army, and a thousand elite horsemen behind him followed him like angry waves.

The white horse servants violently clamped the horse's belly and urged the war horse to rush towards Yuan Jun!

Wielding weapons, the sky is overwhelming, like a flood bursting the embankment, roaring out, mighty and majestic.

As the horse's hooves flew, the fan-shaped encirclement shrank smaller and smaller.

It's close! It's close! Getting closer!

The cavalry that rushed to the front rammed into the soldiers of the Wen Chou Army.

The lance pierced, and the war horse struck.

Many soldiers of the Wenchou Army were knocked into the air, and after landing on the ground, their heads broke and they died on the spot, and some did not die immediately.

The slightly lightly injured struggled to stand up, but were trampled by the iron hooves that immediately crushed them, brandishing their spears, and Zhao Yunjun on horseback stabbed every enemy they could touch!

At this time, Bai Ma Yicong didn't even use a bow and arrow to shoot, one by one he took out the posture of the Xiliang Iron Horse, and charged bravely, and the strength was sudden!

The horses with snow-white hair stained with blood were galloping in a staggered manner, and the clothes and armor of the white horse soldiers were already stained with sticky blood.

However, those already defeated Wen Chou army couldn't resist at all, and they had no intention of fighting, so they just symbolically resisted one by one, and they couldn't wait to scatter and flee.

Cavalry fights with the power of impact and quick maneuvering.

The flexibility of the white horse's righteousness is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

From a distance, the cavalry was like a sharp sword, cutting through thorns and thorns, and the blockers were invincible.

With the White Horse Yicong as the center, a terrible life-devouring hell rift was set off, and the centaurs on both sides were desperately squeezing inward like a whirlpool, killing inside.

What tactics and ideas were all thrown aside by the soldiers on both sides at this moment.

The shouts, howls, and shouts of the warriors came and went, intertwined with the neighing and mournful voices of the war horses, forming a tragic elegy.

At this time, there were only a few white clouds in the sky, and the sky was still blue, but under the sunny day, in the fluttering wind, there was a faint smell of blood.

The big banner with the word "Zhao" written on it is flying in the wind!

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