Yang Shuo ordered the army to give up an open space, and the two generals faced each other from afar, and a duel between the Three Kingdoms and the Song Dynasty through time and space began!

A white-clothed shengxue, the dark fragrance floats, as cold as winter, a yellow husa under the crotch, two rows of hair buns attached behind the ears, yellowish skin, unruly eyes, revealing a autumn westward slanting wilderness.

One is the white horse general who enters and exits Nagasakapo seven times in and out, riding the savior alone, and the other is a descendant of the Yang family general, the first person in the million-dollar army.

It's going to be an extraordinary battle!

"Driving"

The war horse under the crotch slowly urged, and the two figures, one white and one yellow, slowly collided together in front of everyone's eyes, there was no Jin Ge resonance, no blood spilled on the spot, this was just a mutual temptation between the two of them.

Reading more books has its own scholarly spirit, martial arts practice more naturally also has a brave spirit, from a person's momentum, demeanor, posture holding a gun, more or less can still judge the level of a person's ability.

Both of them are masters of guns, and the moment they pass by, they can see a deep surprise in each other's eyes, this person is a rare opponent in his life!

The two of them did not answer, but turned their horses' heads and hedged.

"Kill!"

Yang Zaixing roared, a trace of anger flashed on his cold face, his arms were bruised, and the spear stabbed out three shots in the blink of an eye towards Zhao Yun's face, showing a three-legged momentum, covering Zhao Yun's whole person.

Yang Zaixing's shot was extremely fast, and Zhao Yun's shot was not far behind, just when Yang Zaixing made a move, the silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand rushed straight to the oncoming spear with a snowstorm.

"Ding! Bite! Bite! ”

After three shrill sounds, the two separated instantly, and each secretly marveled in their hearts.

The hero cherishes the hero, the strong cherishes the strong, and the two were shocked by the other party's power, took a deep breath, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards each other with what they had learned in their lives.

Yang Zaixing held the reins in one hand, held the spear in the other, and lowered his upper body, his wolf-like eyes stared at Zhao Yunwei'an's body. Seeing that the two of them were less than half a step away, the spear in his hand suddenly stabbed straight away, a very simple but very fierce shot, the spear carried a thousand huge forces and swooped directly at Zhao Yun with a ferocious posture, and the cold piercing Zhao Yun's white skin was faintly painful!

The spear attacked, facing the fierce cold wind, Zhao Yun took the moon with a Chang'e, and the spear was blocked on Yang Zaixing's spear at an incredible angle, only to hear the sound of "bang", the huge force made the two of them take a few steps back in a row, and the burly bodies of the two of them also shook non-stop.

The strength is so great, and the slightly trembling arms make the two of them, who have never tasted defeat since their debut, frightened, trying to stop their bodies on horseback, staring at each other, and the battle intent in their chests is blazing.

"Wow!"

The legs were violently forced, the war horse under the crotch was in pain, and the long body stood up, the spear in Zhao Yun's hand was like a dragon born and smashed directly into Yang Zaixing's chest, this shot was so fast and urgent, so that Yang Shuo didn't see how to shoot it at all, and the spear had already burst into front of Yang Zaixing.

The spear came suddenly, Yang Zaixing was also shocked, his body fell back, and the spear in his hand tried to block the attacking spear with a trick of the yin style, and with a "ding" sound, the spear was impartial and could block the killing spear.

Yang Zaixing raised his eyebrows, the streamlined muscles of his arms, like withered vines, were about to swing the spear hard, but Zhao Yun's spear did not pounce forward but pressed down violently, and the huge force instantly overwhelmed Yang Zaixing on the horse's back and gasped, and the tip of the spear that flashed with cold light was less than half a foot from his chest.

The body leaned back and didn't need any strength, but now there was a force that was not weaker than his normal time pressing on him, and he actually fell down for a while, but seeing Yang Zaixing's face flushed, clenching his teeth, large beads of sweat rolled down his hair, leaving a string of mist in the cold north wind.

"Gong Ming!" In the blink of an eye, Yang Zaixing fell into a disadvantage, which greatly surprised Yang Shuo's expectations, and he was anxious to urge Xu Huang beside him to get out of the horse, although Zhao Yun couldn't recruit it, although it was a pity that Yang Zaixing was a little wronged because of this.

Both of them are masters of guns, experienced, and a little difference in force, according to common sense, it takes five or six hundred moves to tell the winner, who knows that this is less than ten rounds, Yang Zaixing is in danger, Yang Shuo is secretly annoyed, he knew that this was the case, let Yang Zaixing and Xu Huang go out together to beat Zhao Yun, and this kind of scene will not occur.

Just when Xu Huang was about to make a move, the situation in the field suddenly took a sharp turn, and he saw Yang Zaixing lifting the throne, and in an unfavorable situation, he raised Zhao Yun's spear, which was like a thousand catties of burden, above his head.

People who use guns are generally not good at strength, but their strength is definitely not small, and Yang Zaixing, who is also a master of using guns, can overpower Zhao Yun in strength without using all his strength, which really makes people fall eyeballs.

His own strength is not better than this person? Zhao Yun frowned, his heart fluctuated, Yan Liang, one of the two heroes of Megatron Hebei, could not take advantage of it in his own hands, when did such a heroic man emerge under Yang Shuo?

Surprised to surprised, the spear in Zhao Yun's hand was not slow, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, a move of oleander plum blossoms, like plum blossoms blooming in winter, every petal has a gun shadow, and every stamen is a touch of cold light, so that he is afraid but confused.

Before he could catch his breath, a spear came to Yang Zaixing with a fragrance, as a master of the spear, Yang Zaixing saw through the killing intent hidden in it at a glance.

As the saying goes, if you lose a move, you lose a move, and the opportunity has been lost, and it is Zhao Yun who is not equal to him in terms of force, and it is even more difficult for Yang Zaixing to redeem the defeat.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he didn't have time to take a breath, a cold light flashed in Yang Zaixing's eyes, and the spear in his hand greeted the plum blossoms in full bloom opposite, "Ding!" All the illusion dispersed with a crisp sound, and the two spears formed a straight line like the tips of needles against wheat mang.

The opportunity was lost, blocking Zhao Yun's spear, Yang Zaixing quickly turned the horse's head to drive the distance between him and Zhao Yun. The two were far away from each other, and once again urged the war horse to hedge.

Zhao Yun's crotch shines at night, the jade lion is like a white cloud, and although Yang Zaixing's crotch is not one in a million, it is also the best war horse in Yang Shuo's army, with a yellow mane standing in the wind.

Facing Zhao Yun again, Yang Zaixing no longer had any contempt, the spear in his hand drew an arc in mid-air, and stabbed at Zhao Yun's spear, the huge force made the arms of the two slightly numb, but the speed of the spear in his hand did not decrease, and he twisted the spear and stabbed it.

Zhao Yun was not to be outdone, the silver spear in his hand poked out, the spear was extremely fast, like a crazy wave, one shot was better than another, and soon the two fought together on horseback.

Thirty in!

Fifty in!

Seventy!

Ninety!