The two of them shot extremely fast, as fast as a horselight, and fought for 90 rounds, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became, without the slightest cowardice.

In the field, except for Xu Huang, who could see the two of them making moves, the others could only hear a string of "clanging" sounds.

In the ninety rounds of the battle, Zhao Yun gradually became agitated, Yang Zaixing's bravery was far beyond his imagination, if he couldn't take Yang Zaixing within ten rounds, he would probably have to hand over his life to the young man opposite.

He was carelessly tied to Yan Zhong, a horse thief, and now because of his quick mouth, fate seems to be tying him and that young man together, is it so difficult to worship Uncle Huang?

Heaven and earth are unkind, and fate is unfair, all of them burst out at this moment!

"Ahh

Zhao Yun let out a low snort, the spear in his hand was like a divine help, and his shot was like electricity, bringing up the flying snow in the sky, and stabbing Yang Zaixing with a sharp stab, and Yang Zaixing, who was approaching, was in danger.

Flying snow and a rain of guns, Zhao Yun seemed to return to the quiet time at the foot of the mountain ten years ago, following the master every day, with the gun as his companion, with the gun as his companion, the gun is the other half of his life, inseparable.

"Ding-dong! Zhao Yun fights desperately, gains insight, potential increases, and the force permanently rises by 1 point, the current four-dimensional changes are as follows, Zhao Yun, Commander: 95, Force: 101 (+1), Intelligence: 77, Politics: 65. ”

"Kill!"

In Zhao Yunxing's eyes, a flash of light appeared, and the spear slashed through the air with a silver light, falling like a meteor, stabbing towards Yang Zaixing with a fiery red light. The spear is not only unpredictable, but also has a lot of strength, which makes Yang Zaixing difficult to deal with for a while. Zhao Yun struck while the iron was hot, chased and fought fiercely, the gun did not leave Yang Zaixing, Yang Zaixing couldn't dodge, and the red tassel on the armor on his head was also picked by Zhao Yun on the tip of the gun.

The changes on the spear on the opposite side surprised Yang Zaixing, the spear seemed to be alive, no matter how Yang Zaixing resisted and avoided, it could accurately hit his vital point, and several times the spear was not more than an inch away from his body.

The red tassel of the armor fell off, and Yang Zaixing was also shocked into a cold sweat, urging the war horse under his crotch to distance himself from Zhao Yun.

The two of them who were originally equal, why did Zhao Yun suddenly become much more powerful, making him difficult to resist for a while, this not only did not calm his full of fighting intentions, but he was furious, and his eyes were like upside-down golden hooks because of anger, with his streamlined face, he was a demon king of the mixed world.

"Drive!"

His arms had been deformed because of the exertion, and the sweat on his cheeks was rolling down in large pieces, and Yang Zaixing's fire-breathing eyes only had Zhao Yun's white figure.

"Ding-dong! Influenced by Zhao Yun, Yang Zaixing gained insights in battle, his potential increased, and his strength permanently increased by 1 point, and the current four-dimensional changes are as follows, Yang Zaixing, Commander: 89, Force: 100 (+1), Intelligence: 63, Politics: 41. ”

"Shoot me!"

As he got closer, Yang Zaixing shouted, and the pitch-black spear was like a dragon in the sea, circling and spinning, stabbing at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was not to be outdone, the silver spear in his hand was entangled, and the imposing black spear was suddenly blocked by him in mid-air, the two spears were like two dragons, one white and one black, suddenly separated, suddenly entangled, and everyone was nervous when they saw the fierce atmosphere.

The prompt of the system made Yang Shuo stunned for a long time, an ordinary duel between generals, the two of them increased their respective forces, it was too surprising, too shocking, Zhao Yun was okay, the force could grow when the system was probing, I thought it should be that Zhao Yun had not yet reached the peak of force, in reason, but Yang Zaixing was different, the force was determined to die from the moment it was summoned, unless it was obtained like Qin Qiong to obtain weapon bonus force, but this is an external force after all, and it still has certain limitations, compared to the permanent rise of its own force, Moreover, Yang Zaixing's strength is already at the top of the 100, and it is almost impossible to grow up again, but it has declined with age, it can be said that this battle is a rebirth for Yang Zaixing, a journey to seize the treasure, and the result seems to be very, very satisfying!

The two of you come and go, the battle is dark and not lively, this is definitely the strongest spear duel since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, which can be listed in the annals of history, but it is a pity that Yang Shuo's force value that has just reached the passing line is dazzling, and he is dazzled by the rain.

"Lord, it's been a hundred rounds!" Looking at the two who were still indistinguishable, Xu Huang reminded him that once upon a time, he fought against Xu Chu, a fierce general under Cao Cao, with a Xuanhua big axe, and claimed to be the first person in Yang Shuo's army, but unconsciously the fierce generals under the command of the lord suddenly sprung up a lot, taking the two in front of him as an example, he was only confident that he would remain undefeated within fifty rounds, and as for fifty rounds, it was not what he could say.

As long as there are no accidents, the two of them will definitely be able to fight for five or six hundred rounds until it gets dark.

Although what I want to watch most when watching TV is the military general's heads-up, the reality is not TV, what I want is not good-looking, but the ending.

The ancients valued righteousness and commitment, a hundred rounds have passed, and it is no surprise that Zhao Yun is already a military general under him, and he has nothing to do with Liu Bei.

Successfully deceived Zhao Yun into his hands, are you excited? Excited, and very excited, I have no regrets in my life to recruit my favorite generals, but I am the master of an army, and I can't run over as enthusiastically as fans, begging for hugs and autographs!

Urging the war horse under his crotch, he slowly moved forward a few steps, and shouted at Zhao Yun in the fierce battle: "It's been a hundred and ten rounds, when will Zilong still fight?" ”

Knowing that the two of them had already fought past the promised hundred rounds, but the gun in Zhao Yun's hand couldn't stop, and it wasn't martial arts to lose, how could he be willing?

And Yang Shuo's soft exhalation was like the last straw that crushed the camel, crushing a trace of fantasy temporarily stored in his heart, making his idea of fighting collapse, and he pushed away the spear in Yang Zaixing's hand, jumped out of the battle circle, Zhao Yun glanced at Yang Shuo quietly, jumped off the Yezhao Jade Lion, and suddenly knelt on the ground in the stunned look of everyone in the east, "Bang!" He kowtowed fiercely, got up in front of Yang Shuo, bowed down and fell to the ground, "Yun, meet the lord!" ”

Why did Zhao Yun kneel facing the east, and everyone didn't know if he Yang Shuo didn't know?

Just like Cao Cao said, how could Liu Bei He De let Guan Zhang Zhao swear to the death?

The lonely look, the dull atmosphere, what makes this sunny and handsome young man so gloomy?

Logically speaking, Yang Shuo is sympathetic to Zhao Yun, but from the perspective of interests, his own approach is worthy of praise.

Even if Zhao Yun can't use it for himself, he must not use it for others!

If Yang Shuo was to choose, he would rather choose Xu Shu's body in Cao Ying's heart in Han, and never choose Guan Yu's gold seal, and ride alone for thousands of miles, Huarong Daoyi interprets Cao Cao's road!

This is not a game, you can save it and start over!

Here, a million corpses are ambushed in anger! A river of blood in a rage!