Hu Che'er is indeed tough.

Legend has it that he 'can carry 500 catties and travel 700 miles a day', although it is a bit exaggerated, it can also show that this person is not simple.

'Strength can lift the crown, drink without getting drunk' is Zhang Xiu's evaluation of him.

Historically, it was Hu Che'er who drunk Dian Wei, so that he was able to steal his double halberd.

can be called a brother and sister with Dian Wei, and his martial arts are naturally not bad.

Dian Wei is a person, who can trust Hu Che'er without defense, and naturally regards him as a brother who can be put in his heart, and can let Dian Wei treat him as a brother, Hu Che'er is a person, not to mention anything else, just this is enough to be proud.

A single hammer doesn't add up to a lot of weight.

But there are also nearly sixty catties.

And with both hands, Hu Che'er's pair of hammers was about 120 catties.

Hitting the human body is definitely the end of broken bones.

No one could stand his moves.

The same is true of the most elite non-commissioned officers of the Tiger Wolves in the state.

Smashed by the barbarian-like carts, there were dozens of people who fell from their horses, and the number was still increasing.

Zhang Ji's hundreds of personal guards also had amazing combat effectiveness, although there were only a few hundred people, they were all new forces, and they fell with a bang, if the stone hit the water, it suddenly caused a violent reaction.

"Kill me."

Hu Che'er shouted loudly, and the hundreds of pounds of hammer in his hand were beaten with people and horses, and the head that was smashed by him like a watermelon had broken through 100 people.

Zhao Yun, who was fighting with Zhang Xiu, seemed to be aware of it, frowning slightly, looking at the surging crowd. There was a hint of discoloration in his eyes.

"This time. This is not the time for distraction. Zhang Xiu's spear in his hand swallowed cold light. Suddenly cut through the void, and the black gun was clearly visible.

The two fought hundreds of moves one after another, but there was still no winner or loser, what surprised Zhang Xiu was that no matter what kind of killing move, Zhao Yun was on point, as if he was waiting for something.

Zhang Xiu felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she couldn't say it.

The spear in his hand became more and more powerful.

Time is not wasted. If it is delayed any longer, it is difficult to guarantee that the soldiers and horses of the annexed state will come to reinforcements at any time.

150,000 Xiliang iron cavalry have entered the state, who can take the lead in attacking Linrong City, who can enjoy the great merit of that day, although Zhang Xiu is young, but his heart is higher than the sky, that first merit, he is bound to win.

Zhao Yun swung his spear to block, his palm swirled, and the spear was like a circle. A white circle-like air flow surged, this move. It also has a lot of origins.

Tong Yuan was created in his later years in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and his name said: "Good has no solid stones." ”

Although Zhao Yun didn't know why Dao Tong Yuan made this trick so weird, he still learned the essence.

One offense and one defense.

and Tong Yuan's famous stunt, a hundred birds towards the phoenix gun.

This is all that Tong Yuan taught to Zhao Yun.

The three disciples, except for the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Gun is not distinguished from each other, the rest of the other exquisite marksmanship can only comprehend how much, Tong Yuan's temper is very strange, except for the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Gun, they will not take the initiative to fight the disciples other marksmanship, and like Zhao Yun, Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren, they can only figure out or learn one and a half moves from Tong Yuan's daily gun practice.

The Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear was already advanced and difficult to learn, and Zhao Yun was able to ponder it thoroughly before he left the school, and even learned the other two styles distractedly, so it was no wonder that Tong Yuan was full of praise for Zhao Yun's talent.

Zhang Xiu's face was slightly gloomy, and he naturally knew the origin of this move that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar.

Every time Tong Yuan used this trick, his face was a little heavy.

Although he didn't understand what it was, he never questioned the power of this style.

No one will question either.

Just because this type of marksmanship comes from the hands of Tong Yuan, the recognized gun king in martial arts.

This weapon, which is common in the army but rare in the rivers and lakes, was simply played by Tong Yuan.

In these 100 years, few people have been able to match it.

Wang Yue's sword, Tong Yuan's spear, and Yusenluo's knife, these three people are the three firsts recognized by the two emperors of Hengling so far.

Among them, except for the Yu Sen Luo who made the sword, who was the Hu people who didn't know which branch of the Lu Dao, the rest of the two were Han.

The king of guns, there is only one.

And there are three apprentices.

Ten years ago, the world had only heard of the names of Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren.

Ten years later, I only knew Zhao Yun.

Just because of Tong Yuan's praise after drinking.

"I'm going to the west to have a dragon."

A simple sentence seems to be a drunken pride statement, but no one finds it funny.

Many people don't believe it, but they don't question it.

This is a very contradictory statement.

Just like Zhang Xiu, he didn't believe that Zhao Yun could overwhelm him and Zhang Ren, the two senior brothers.

But everyone, including him, didn't dare to question what Tong Yuan said in their hearts.

The myth of the way of the gun, in the past hundred years, Tong Yuan has led the way, no one can left, his words are golden rules, who dares to question it?

Is Zhao Yun really as good as Tong Yuan boasted?

Zhang Xiu didn't believe it, he really didn't believe it.

Therefore, whether it is a matter of position or personal psychology, the battle between the two brothers is inevitable.

Even Zhang Ren, who is far away in Youzhou, also has similar thoughts.

Therefore, Zhao Yun still has a long way to go.

And now, he is only twenty-two years old, five years younger than Zhang Xiu, and ten years younger than Zhang Ren.

is amazing in marksmanship, but it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

was able to fight with Zhang Xiu equally, just for this point, even Zhang Ji had to admit that what Tong Yuan said did have some truth.

If he is given five years, perhaps, even Zhang Xiu, whom he is proud of, will not be Zhao Yun's opponent.

It's just that there is no absolute fairness in this world.

In the constant battle between Zhao Yun and Zhang Xiu, the balance of war has gradually tilted towards the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

Hu Che'er's martial arts are no worse than Zhang Xiu.

Few people know this.

Although the moves are somewhat messy and rough.

However, in terms of the means of killing people, Hu Che'er is definitely more crisp and powerful than Zhang Xiu.

The savage beast collides, and no one is the enemy of one move.

He was the brute bull with two sharp horns on his forehead, rampaging left and right, blood and limbs flying everywhere he went, screaming incessantly, and the twin hammers were already dripping with beads of blood.

Zhang Ji was very satisfied.

The only one in the audience who could threaten Zhang Xiu was Zhao Yun.

There is Zhang Xiu entangled Zhao Yun.

Then there is Hu Che'er leading the troops to fight, and in this battle, Xiliang Tieqi has a great chance of winning.

The shadow of the gun fell from the sky, but Zhao Yun was as solid as a rock, a style of 'good and solid', no matter how majestic and domineering Zhang embroidered the shadow of the gun, he swung his gun and stirred, and the white horse under his crotch was like a stone rooted in the ground, unmoved.

It's just that Zhang Xiu's heart is not as idealized as Zhang Ji.

His arm moved slightly, and the shadow of the gun shuttled, but his face was a little ugly.

I can't say why.

It's just that I think it's a little too smooth.

The tiger wolf in Bingzhou fell into a battle to the death and never retreated, and Zhang Xiu, who was familiar with its style, was not surprised.

Zhao Yun waved his gun to fight, and the two fought inextricably, which seemed to be normal.

Even Zhang Ji, who has been in the army for many years, feels that everything is impeccable.

It's just that why that uneasiness lingers, Zhang Xiu doesn't understand.

The spear in his hand thundered continuously, and the place where the two fought should have been grass, but it was already bare, torn by the gangqi, rolling up smoke and dust like gravel, containing murderous intent, engulfing the two of them.

Just when Zhang Xiu's eyes were suddenly covered by smoke and dust.

In the next second, Zhang Xiu's heart sank.

Zhao Yun's sneer, which was clearly audible, exploded in his ears.

His goal was not in himself, and Zhang Xiu suddenly came to his senses.

He entangled Zhao Yun, thinking about it differently, why didn't Zhao Yun entangle him.

That figure was very fast, and it burst out of the crowd, as fast as lightning, and it was Lei Xu and Zhang Xian, who were always vigilant, and the two generals couldn't react.

That one person made a move, and the goal was very clear, it was the tall Zhang Ji.

The timing of the appearance of that figure was not ingenious, but it was just the moment when the tens of thousands of people present could not react in time.

Even Zhang Ji himself couldn't react, let alone Zhang Xiu, who was farther away.

Zhang Ji looked at Murong Wushuang's rugged face, his arms hung down weakly, a chill came from his neck, and he subconsciously shivered in his heart.

That dagger could cut his throat at any moment.

From Murong Wushuang's cold eyes, Zhang Ji saw what he was trying to express.

This battle could be ruined in their own hands.

Zhang Ji smiled silently wryly, is it really old?

Lei Xu and Zhang Xian's eyes were so red that they couldn't even see Murong Wushuang's shot.

It's a shame, their faces are hot, but they can't hide the shock in their hearts.

Zhang Ji, who was the first to react, felt that he was old.

But it is still faster than Lei Xu and Zhang Xian's backhand.

It's just that after being hit by Murong Wushuang's thunder, his arm was already dislocated.

Zhang Ji had no doubt that if he made the slightest move, the man in front of him, who was taller and stronger than him, would cut his throat without hesitation. (To be continued......)

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