"Who are you? This swordsmanship is so amazing! Could it be that you are Shi A, a disciple of Master Wang? ”

Zhao Yun also once received Wang Yue's advice when Wang Yue visited Tong Yuan, as a disciple of one of the three giants of the rivers and lakes, Zhao Yun thought that he was well-informed, and in his opinion, such a subtle swordsmanship is possible in the world today, and that is Wang Yue!

And Wang Yue and Zhao Yun couldn't be more familiar, so the last possible person is Wang Yue's most outstanding disciple Shi A, that's right! It must be that I heard the master say last time that other people's children are already in the realm of grandmasters, and you are still in the congenital!

Zhao Yun, I've seen through everything about you! Surrender!

"I am the swordsman Xie Xiaofeng!"

Xie Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows angrily and directly reported his name.

Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship is unusual, and the sword swing has driven the momentum of heaven and earth.

"Heaven and man are one!"

Zhao Yun looked at Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship, and was directly stunned, the unity of heaven and man is the pursuit of a martial artist's life, Zhao Yun has seen it in three people for so many years, that is, Tong Yuan and the three, and today he actually saw the unity of heaven and man in the early stage of a grandmaster, how can he fight?

The sword looked very slow but graceful, as natural as the wind.

But when the wind blows, who can resist it? And who knows where the wind blows? The sword had been stabbed out slowly, slowly.

It was stabbed out of the most incredible part, and suddenly there was the most incredible change when it was stabbed. But between these changes, there is a little flaw.

When the wind sweeps away the earth, isn't it inevitable that something will be missed? But when the wind blows, who can notice these places?

But the flaw is only a change in the sword itself, it is like a spring of flowing water on a high mountain, when it flows down, you can clearly see that there is a gap in it, but by the time you reach over it, the flowing spring has already filled the gap.

The flaw in the third young master's sword is not a flaw at all. There is no one in the world who can break this sword!

At least for Zhao Yun, he can't break this sword, he can only take it hard! Zhao Yun's mind flashed through this thought, which even he felt stupid.

"Birds return home!"

Zhao Yun directly used the last style of the Hundred Bird Marksmanship, and it was also Zhao Yun's strongest move so far.

"Buzz"

Xie Xiaofeng's sword and Zhao Yun's spear met, sparks flew Xie Xiaofeng's sword swirled, and Zhao Yun's spear seemed to be sucked in, and it was directly driven to spin.

"Let go!"

Xie Xiaofeng flicked hard, and at the same time, the other sword went straight to Zhao Yun's abdomen.

Zhao Yun saw Xie Xiaofeng's sword attacking, so he could only let go of his spear, and after dodging, he pulled out the sword at his waist.

"Look at the sword!"

Zhao Yun stepped on his legs, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spirit dance, this was the swordsmanship that Wang Yue taught himself, Zhao Yun believed that even the pervert in front of him could not win easily!

Just when Zhao Yun and Xie Xiaofeng were fighting fiercely, there was not much left of the White Horse Yicong who had been beaten by the chivalrous camp, the dead were dead, the captured were captured, and even several Baima Yicong who were too arrogant were directly pressed to the ground by the chivalrous camp and rubbed and rubbed.

In such an environment, the strength of the chivalrous battalion has to be said to be exerted to the extreme, and it is much easier to deal with the cavalry that has lost its mobility than the infantry in the formation in the eyes of the chivalrous battalion.

"A sword is a good sword, and a sword move is a good sword move, but it's a pity that the person who uses the sword is wrong."

Xie Xiaofeng's words revealed that there was a feeling of loneliness in life, as a sword god who had already dominated the rivers and lakes, Xie Xiaofeng had forgotten who else could stop his sword.

Yan Thirteen? Perhaps, Yan Shisan was still a good opponent for Xie Xiaofeng before, but after Xie Xiaofeng stepped into the unity of heaven and man, Yan Shisan was no longer qualified to make sword moves with him.

"It's game over!"

After Xie Xiaofeng sighed, the long sword flew out as soon as he picked up the sword in Zhao Yun's hand, and then Xie Xiaofeng casually put the sword on Zhao Yun's neck.

"A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"

Zhao Yun looked at Xie Xiaofeng's appearance, angry and angry, it is no wonder that Zhao Yun is only a teenager now, but after being defeated, he took the sword around his neck and looked at himself with the eyes of an ant.

"Want to die? It's easy to wipe your own neck on the sword, can't it? ”

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Zhao Yun with disdain.

Lao Tie is heart-wrenching, don't take you like this! What about Corporal Lixian, who said yes? mmp！

Otaku has never understood that there were so many people in ancient times, and he shouted that he would rather die than give in, so why should he be captured by life?

So if you're not afraid of death, won't you just hit someone else's blade with your neck? Of course, this is the otaku's own idea.

At this moment, Zhao Yun naturally does not have the courage to commit suicide, after all, he is just a little kid now, his mind is not mature, and he has not met the lord who convinces his heart, so naturally he has no idea of dying for Gongsun Zhan.

As for whether being captured by the Yellow Turban soldiers is considered a betrayal of the Han family? I'm sorry for Zhao Yun, who grew up in Yizhou, who has experienced several foreign invasions and was originally born as a common person, so he naturally understands the suffering of the people under the rule of the Han family.

This kind of experience is even difficult to make Zhao Yun loyal to the Han family, so he actually doesn't have much resistance to being captured.

Of course, if it were Zhao Yun in the future, Zhao Yun would commit suicide by himself without Xie Xiaofeng forcing him.

"Those who surrender are not to die!"

The overall situation has been decided, Wu Xiu rode on the war horse and held a big sword at it, and the white horse Yicong, who had less than thirty people left, roared angrily.

"Hahaha! Brothers! This thief wants to recruit us! Tell him who we are! ”

Bai Ma Yi covered his stomach with a smile from the last remaining innate martial artist, and then roared angrily.

"Where righteousness goes, life and death go hand in hand, the sky can be learned, and the white horse is the proof!"

Bai Ma Yicong roared in unison, even if he had lost more than ninety-five percent, Bai Ma Yicong still did not have a trace of fear.

As a force that terrifies the foreigners on the grassland, Bai Mayi has long forgotten the word fear of death, and for them, walking between life and death is what they pursue in their lives.

"White Horse Charge! White Horse Righteousness! There is death and no life! ”

Bai Ma Yi roared at Wu Xiu from the last innate martial artist, and then formed an arrow formation with the remaining Bai Ma Yi from behind him, and attacked Wu Xiu directly.

"What an elite soldier in the world!"

Wu Xiu's eyes were full of appreciation, this white horse Yicong was as attractive as beautiful jade to Wu Xiu, so that Wu Xiu was almost reluctant to kill them.

"Tiger Riding Camp! Charge! ”

Wu Xiu is the only one who defeats the White Horse Yicong with his own tiger riding camp at the moment, which is an honor! Although the casualties of the Tiger Cavalry Battalion will be even greater in this way, any elite soldier will crawl out of the sea of blood!

Wu Xiu swung his sword and greeted him with the same number of tiger cavalry battalions.

"Kill!"

Wu Xiu's big knife slashed left and right, and in the blink of an eye, the two armies staggered, the tiger cavalry battalion killed seventeen people, and the white horse Yicong only five people died, leaving twenty-two people, of which two white horse Yicong still died in Wu Xiu's hands.

"Keep killing!"

After Wu Xiu's subsequent Tiger Cavalry Battalion changed another group of people, Wu Xiu continued to charge.

And this time, Wu Xiu's target was against the innate martial artist of the White Horse Yicong.

"Kill!"

Wu Xiu and Bai Ma Yi shouted at the same time, and after four or five moves of swords and axes, the two of them staggered.

This time, fourteen people died in the Tiger Riding Battalion, and two died in Baima Yicong.

Changed again, after five times, there are only three people left in the White Horse Yicong, the congenital martial artist has broken an arm, and the remaining two White Horse Yicong are also mutilated, now if you get a bowl for one of them and put it at the exit of the modern subway, the three of them will definitely have a daily income of more than 10,000 yuan.

"Kill!"

Wu Xiu roared again, and the two sides moved at the same time with a very tacit understanding.

With a swing of his sword, Wu Xiu easily cut off the head of the remaining one arm of the Innate Martial Artist.

And the other two white horse followers, one directly in the process of charging, fell down directly because of excessive bleeding and went into shock, and the other was directly beheaded.

This chapter makes up for yesterday's.,Otaku go to eat first.,And then continue to masturbate! Brothers, if you have a recommendation ticket, it's troublesome, it's pitiful, okay?