"Boom!" "Boom!"

The earthy yellow qi rising from Yan Xing's body was like yellow sand, and the silver qi rising from Zhao Yun's body was like cold flame.

Yan Xing climbed to an unprecedented peak with a murderous aura, staring at the guy with a white horse and a silver spear, this was his goal, "Zhao Yun, the one who stabbed you and the horse, Yan Xing, the king of the Northwest Spear!" ”

Zhao Yun didn't seem to hear it, his eyes didn't change in the slightest, and he didn't have the slightest intention of responding.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them who were arrows collided fiercely, and the bright silver spear that quickly stabbed Yan Xing's neck turned into a poisonous snake, the tip of the spear was like a snake letter, and it was difficult to determine the path while fluttering, and the barrel of the gun in Yan Xing's hand spun violently and turned into a fierce wind, sweeping the poisonous snake towards Zhao Yun.

The two spears that were mixed together were bounced away by the other party in an instant, and the first move was partially won or lost, and the moment Zhao Yun collected the spear, somehow the spear stabbed out silently again, pointing directly at Yan Xing's ribs.

Yan Xing swept the tail of the gun and bounced Zhao Yun away with a killing shot again.

But at this moment, the spear that was bounced off made a strange bend, and the tip of the spear bit towards Yan Xing's shoulder like a poisonous snake, and in a hurry, Yan Xing barely dodged on one side.

The two horses staggered past such an intolerable moment, Zhao Yun's spear stabbed out the fourth and fifth shots again at an incredible speed, aiming at the front chest and cheeks of the side side respectively, this speed has broken through Yan Xing's cognition, instinctively, the spear in Yan Xing's hand rolled, clanging two crisp sounds, and the gang qi spun violently like a tornado to protect Yan Xing in the middle, suddenly, Yan Xing felt a tingling sensation in his eyebrows for no reason, his body instinctively tilted his head before he became conscious, and a little silver light flashed in front of him. It wasn't until this moment that he reacted, and he almost died just now.

The two horses finally staggered, Yan Xing didn't have time to let go of the breath in his heart, let alone sigh that there was no void under the fame, his right leg hurt suddenly, and subconsciously looked down, a stream of blood arrows spurted out, Yan Xing looked confused, and he didn't know when a hole was opened in his thigh!

"Yes, I remember you!" Zhao Yun, who passed by by mistake, praised him, and was able to catch him in a hurry without dying in a hurry, which was worthy of his memory.

Yan Xing gritted his teeth, his face changed red, he didn't even have a chance to fight back when the two of them fought, and he was also made a hole in his thigh, thinking that before the battle, he was ashamed to say that he wanted to stab Zhao Yun and the horse, at this moment, Yan Xing only felt that he had no land.

This is actually Yan Xing's self-indulgence, there are a few people in the world who can catch Zhao Yunqi's snake cross-pin gun intact, that is, among Liu Beijun, those who have this kind of strength are the top ones, Yan Xing is just a hole in his thigh, which is enough for Yan Xing to blow a wave fiercely.

In a certain year, he fought with Zhao Yun in Chen Cang - five or five open!

As the two staggered and smashed into the opponent's cavalry array, the spear in their hands flew and suddenly opened a hole in the opponent's cavalry array.

Immediately afterwards, the cavalry of the two sides collided fiercely, and the blood mist in the sky suddenly exploded and spread rapidly in all directions, if you look down from the sky, you can see that after the cavalry arrays of the two sides were slammed, Zhao Yunjun pressed over.

For ordinary cavalry, sophisticated equipment and rigorous training are not bullshit's tyranny and wildness, and it is useless to fight hard, Liu Beijun has never lacked the courage to fight hard, but the same slash, the difference between armor and nonarmor is shown at once.

Liu Beijun just had a slash mark on the armor on his chest, while Han Suijun was killed on the spot with half of his body open.

At the beginning, because of the tyranny and wildness, three or four Xiliang soldiers could replace one Zhao Yunbei army, but as time went on, after the Xiliang army, which was obviously pushed back, fell into a disadvantage, after the tyranny and wildness subsided instantly, all that remained was fear, and the Xiliang cavalry behind subconsciously reined in the horse and dodged to both sides, but Zhao Yunjun was able to keep the formation unchaotic, and the casualty ratio suddenly rose greatly.

Han Sui, who was far away from the battlefield and watched the battle, covered his chest with his hands, his wide open mouth kept panting, and his heart was dripping blood at this moment!

Damn Yan Xing, you have to compete with your mother, it's okay now, just this round of charge, the casualties of his 30,000 cavalry are definitely not less than 5,000, and the injuries are even more, this is not counting the loss of being beaten out by the other party, and his own side completely lost his fighting spirit.

What a perfect plan he had, he was ruined by Yan Xing this time, he originally expected to borrow Wang Xuan's head this time to play momentum, show prestige, and play status, this time it's good......

Thinking of this, Han Sui's liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys hurt together.

Seeing that, after the hedge, Zhao Yun dialed the horses around a big arc, and the 20,000 cavalry lined up neatly and rushed over again, and Yan Xing's military spirit was taken away, that is, Yan Xing himself did not have the courage to fight Zhao Yun again, and he didn't catch the other party's seven moves at the peak, and now a hole was opened in his thigh, if he did it again, Han Sui could prepare a cemetery for him.

Of course, the cemetery can't let Li Dao Guo Yan know where it is......

Yan Xing was thinking wildly in his mind, and took the remaining more than 20,000 cavalry under his command to ...... This is not called running, this is called tactical retreat, at this moment, Yan Xing remembered the words of his father-in-law, Han Sui, there is no need to be too entangled, just nail the other party, and when his food and grass are exhausted, it will be the day when his entire army will be destroyed.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of turning back and doing it again, Zhao Yun pursed his lips, even this kind of player dares to design them Liu Beijun, it is really whimsical, even if you calculate it, what is the use, the hard power can't keep up, can you grasp the opportunity given to you!

Wang Xuan taught them a long time ago that hard power is the foundation, and strength is the king.

Just like now, what can be done if it is calculated, and it will be directly crushed, and it may not be possible who will lose more.

Crossing an arc and sweeping over the battlefield just now, scooping up the corpse of his own robe and putting it on his horse, Zhao Yun just glanced at the other party coldly, turned the horse's head and went towards the north, Han Sui's department has become a passing cloud, and his next target is Li Daojun in the north.

As for Han Sui Guo Yan, if he is willing to follow behind, follow behind, Zhao Yun doesn't care at all, Liu Beijun with a saddle, bilateral stirrups, and horse iron hooves, whether it is a long-distance attack or a short encounter, it is not comparable to the Xiliang cavalry at all, counting on the time to drag them down, Zhao Yun can only say: "Han Sui, you think too much!" ”

On the other side, Wang Xuan took Dian Wei and 10,000 troops, and after abandoning the excess baggage, he traveled lightly and simply towards the south slope!