White Horse Yicong is the strongest army in the world, and it is also the capital that Zhang Fan relies on to fight the country, this army can be said to be experienced in a hundred battles, and the equipment is extremely luxurious, it stands to reason that this kind of military general is not qualified to command the White Horse Yicong, but there are all kinds of coincidences inside, so that he has become the commander of the White Horse Yicong who is only in Zhao Yun, which is a great honor, how many people want to get it, but he easily stepped on the throne, I have to say that luck is also part of the strength is a part of the embodiment.

At this moment, Bai Ma Yi has grown from more than 100 people to 5,000 people, everyone is the trump card of the trump card, the combat effectiveness is extremely strong, a conflict is like breaking waves in the sea, it is difficult for anyone to stop it!

In fact, no matter how strong Bai Ma Yi is, at most he is about the same as some strong players, the reason why there is such a good performance is because they are completely a whole, cooperate with each other tacitly, attack and defend well, and have uniform steps, and the explosive power of so many people gathered together is not comparable to scattered players.

The rush continues, countless American players fall under the iron hooves, and the light curtain of the white horse is also bright and dark, dark and bright, always kept in a very dangerous, but very safe position, if the peripheral white horse is attacked too much, the people inside will fill up, change positions in the rapid conflict, and do not hinder each other's offensive and defensive momentum, such a tacit understanding is not something that anyone can do, it takes a long run-in and sufficient tacit understanding.

Bai Ma Yicong has completely achieved this, five thousand people have turned into a whole, the offense and defense are superimposed, coupled with the excellent speed, its strength is immeasurable, which is also the strength of the ace special troops!

The more difficult it is to form an army, the stronger the combat effectiveness, the ace arms each have their own advantages, Bai Ma Yicong is good at rushing into battle, Zhang Fei's Flying Tiger Army can deal with large-scale battles, their respective focuses are different, of course, the conditions for formation are also different, who is strong and who is really hard to say, mainly depends on the occasion, adapting measures to local conditions is the king, no army is truly invincible, there are places to be restrained.

In any case, now Saga can't find a way to restrain the white horse's righteous obedience, looking at the white torrent like a bamboo, the fear in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, and he hurriedly rides his horse to retreat, not daring to take advantage of his edge.

"Aren't you crazy, boy? Don't run if you have the ability! ”

Wu pressure can always say the most intriguing words at the most appropriate time, and he will never give up if he doesn't anger you to death, Saga is pale, and he waved his hand again and again, letting the players go up, and at the same time launch an offensive to build a sea of swords and fires, not only to block, but also to annihilate the white horse and break Zhang Fan's arm!

Flames rose in front of him, sword light and sword shadows flickered, and the black pressure was not Zhao Yun, so he didn't dare to rush hard, but he was quite clever, and his reaction was extremely fast, and he hurriedly pointed his spear to the side: "Three-stage turnaround and sprint!" ”

Bai Ma Yi disguised himself from the moment, killed from the side, and then turned back a few times, and actually went around to the back of the sea of fire, it was really in the midst of thousands of flowers, not dyed a little red, that kind of sudden disguise in the speed is simply a kind of art, people who look at it are dazzled, and unconsciously open their mouths wide.

"What are you doing in a daze, kill them!" Saga was shocked, and his screams were a little hysterical, but the players were caught off guard, and it was really difficult to create an effective offensive for a while.

"Boy, look where you run this time!"

That's what he said, but Wu Jian was still a little apprehensive in his heart, he had seen Saga as early as the Yellow Turban Rebellion, this person's strength was definitely above himself, if he really fought, he really didn't have to be an opponent, but the cruel words had been released, and five thousand pairs of eyes were staring at him, and he couldn't care so much, he raised his gun and went up, it seemed to be brave, but in fact, he had already made up his mind, this time it was mainly a temptation, if he was really defeated, he would retreat!

The force of Wu pressure is very weak, and the realm of human martial arts has not been reached, at most it is seventy-five or sixteen, but as a general of the White Horse Yicong, his equipment is not shivering, and his whole body is a fierce general-level suit, which is the trophy of Zhang Fan's victory in the war, and it was rewarded to him, Wu pressure was excited about this, for him this is first a tool to save his life, and then it is the capital to kill the enemy.

A shot was stabbed, the blades intersected, but the black pressure was suddenly stunned, he had already gritted his teeth and was ready to hold on, but he didn't expect that the opponent's strength was not as strong as his own, and the speed was slightly inferior, and then he looked at Saga was clearly a sullen iron blue face, and he couldn't use it, and the black pressure couldn't help laughing, and then he laughed again and again: "God help me!" ”

Sagaqi's face turned white, although force is not the whole of strength, but it is also an important criterion, just like Zhang Fan, he was very strong in his previous life, many martial arts moves are at his fingertips, three arrows hit four arrows and so on are idle, but when he only has the realm of human martial arts, he can't exert that kind of strength, and the most double arrow shots he shoots, he doesn't understand the key, but the system just judges that your strength is not enough, you can't do it, what can you do?

The strength of the black pressure is a rookie in Saga's opinion, not to mention that he has restored the realm of martial arts, even if it is the same as his force, he has thousands of ways to kill the black pressure, but now it is not possible, just like the knife just now, he wants to swing away the black pressure spear, and then instantly behead it with a knife, this move he has always come easily, but now he is deflated, not only did he not swing the spear, but his big knife was almost pressed down, which was simply unimaginable in the past, but now it has become a reality, forcing him to admit, I'm afraid I'm really not the opponent of this thief-eyed guy in front of me.

Wu Zhu ate a little sweetness, where is he willing to let go, he danced the spear and attacked, he followed Zhao Yun, although he could not get the essence of marksmanship due to limited qualifications, but he also gained some benefits, and there were some shadows of Zhao Yun in marksmanship, which were unpredictable.

Saga gritted his teeth and held on, because the relationship between force was suppressed very strictly, and he became more and more difficult, his face was pale for a while and iron blue for a while, and his hatred had already ignited the sky! If he hadn't been killed by Liu Guanzhang's combined attack skills in Taiyuan City, how did he get to this point?

At the end of the day, it's your own fault!

Twenty rounds passed in a blink of an eye, and Wu pressure saw the opportunity to stab out with a shot, Zhongzheng Saga throat, and picked it under the horse!

This result made Wu Yan stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, thinking back to the posture of those fierce generals, he couldn't help but be full of pride, and pointed his spear at the sky: "The Lord will be dead, and you scum still kneel and beg to surrender?" ”

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