Originally, Zhao Yun's strength was already close to the level of a first-class martial artist, and with the spear skills and combat skills he learned from Master Tong Yuan, it would be worthwhile for a first-class martial artist to wait for him. What's more, his battle spirit is the water attribute that is most conducive to long-term battle and defense, even if it is Lu Bu now, if he wants to defeat him, it will take dozens of rounds, otherwise, how can he face Cao Jun in his heyday more than ten years later, and still be able to kill seven in and seven out in Changban Slope?

Therefore, even though he had roughly estimated that his lord's strength would surpass him through the horse racing before, Zhao Yun still felt that he had a great chance of winning.

This is not a life-and-death fight, it's just that he was caught up, and he pretended to fight in detail, so as not to make people suspicious.

How could it be possible to lose.

At most, it's just a stalemate.

However, as soon as Pu fought, Zhao Yun found that he still underestimated the strength of his own lord.

There was a loud bang, and there was an irresistible force at the place where the gun blades fell, which not only bent the silver gun in his hand into a U-shape, but also forced him to give up the plan to stick to the same place, and could only use the force of the tip of the gun to retreat quickly.

It wasn't until the body moved back nearly ten meters out of thin air that it could be regarded as unloading this huge force.

Looking at the two clear marks drawn on the ground, Zhao Yun's eyes couldn't help narrowing.

"Could it be that this is the true strength of the lord?"

He was really surprised.

The lord who thought that he still needed to be protected by others surpassed him so much in terms of strength, and he had definitely reached a pretty good level among the first-class generals, and he could repel himself so far with a single blow.

"Zilong, be careful, this set of battle armor on my body is given by the immortals, not only can I change my body shape, but also greatly enhance my strength, combined with the spiritual power that can affect real objects, even I feel scared when I exert it with all my might." Finding that Zhao Yun had become cautious, Nanshan suddenly kindly reminded.

The first time he played at full strength, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be foolproof when he shot.

You must know that after being amplified by the strong breeding armor, his strength has reached 40 points, which can reach the standard of a four-star reincarnation, and the power of a casual blow is ten tons, which can almost overturn some light tanks, counting the additional five tons of strength (25 points of spiritual power) in the spiritual force field, as well as the blessing of the outbreak of battle qi, it is undoubtedly quite perverted, and the attack power of Ping A, even in the four-star reincarnation, is also a relatively powerful kind.

However, Zhao Yun did not have any fear, but was aroused by his fighting spirit.

"Don't worry, Zilong won't be easily injured." Zhao Yun smiled and nodded, then rushed up again.

The ensuing battle was really dark, and the moon was dark.

The destructive power that two guys whose real strength has reached the four-star reincarnation level is really terrifying, and it is completely at the level of breaking the army.

Near the place of confrontation, there were criss-crossing traces of destruction everywhere, and as a result of the unrestricted strength, the area within a radius of several hundred meters was beaten by the war qi released from the outside to the same as the surface of the moon, and even the thickness of the ground was scraped down by three feet.

It's just that in the end, Nanshan is still a step ahead.

During the battle, he insidiously used his mental force field to create deflection forces in different directions, disrupting Zhao Yun's body movements, rather than just adding force to his own attacks.

Think about it, when the opponent swings the sword, the tip of the sword is suddenly hung with a heavy object, and at the initial stage, the knee socket is suddenly kicked, and when you are caught off guard, let alone maintain normal movements, it is difficult to even stand firm.

Therefore, even if Zhao Yun is skilled in gunnery, and he still integrates the Taijiquan sword theory he taught and applies it to actual combat, it is difficult to persist for long under such shameless tactics.

After a hundred moves, the iron-blooded blade in Nanshan's hand took advantage of the moment when Zhao Yun's center of gravity was unstable and he didn't have time to resist, and cut a cut on his robe.

"Zilong, you lost."

Looking at Nanshan standing with his knife closed, Zhao Yun's mood was very complicated.

How could he not find out what his lord meant, whether it was the battle command of more than a month before, or the arrangement of various things now, he was obviously ready to train himself as a commander in charge alone, otherwise, how could he not even show his face at such a critical time, but let himself implement everything in the plan.

On the one hand, he felt very frightened, and on the other hand, he was extremely grateful.

In the Han Dynasty, as a person who was not from a powerful and wealthy family, it was very difficult to receive this kind of trust. Most of the generals and strategists who came out of the civilian status can only exist as the bodyguards and close ministers of the superiors, and even Wang Yue's prestige and strength are also trying to command the army. During the reign of Emperor Huan and Emperor Ling, he lost the reputation of being the first in the world, but he has always been useless, and he can only perform swordsmanship in Beijing, how sad. Like him, not long after he chose to join, he was entrusted with a heavy task, not only mastered half of the troops, but the specific steps of each battle were arranged by him, and now even such an important matter is entrusted to himself, and even in order to make him feel at ease, he even fought inexplicably.

All in all, it is also a faint sadness to encounter such an unreliable lord.

"Then lord, I'll go back first, you are okay here, waiting for our good news."

Seeing that the chasing torches were already lit up in the distance, Zhao Yun, who knew that he couldn't stay for a long time, immediately replied respectfully with his fists clenched.

If there is data now, Zhao Yun's loyalty is probably close to one hundred.

……

In contrast, some people are less settled.

On the second day, the competition of the Arran Conference had entered the final stage.

In order to be able to participate in the celebration held in the evening, almost everyone who could come has already arrived, and nearly 100,000 people, including the Wuhuan tribes, have gathered around the huge venue, making the whole scene extremely lively, and when each event is finished and the champion is decided, it can trigger a tsunami-like cheer.

Among them, Cheng Haonan is undoubtedly the most excited.

Because things turned out exactly as he thought.

As a competition event that causes a large number of casualties every time, in the process of wrestling and wrestling, Nanshan pretended to kill seven people, and more than 20 people were seriously injured. That guy doesn't seem to know what compatriot friendship is, and he goes all out every time, while the other contestants don't seem to be willing to give up the huge reward of winning the final victory, even if the difference in strength is huge, few are willing to admit defeat in advance.

Although he didn't know if the reincarnation who had infiltrated it was dead, it didn't affect his goal.

Seeing Nanshan's pretending Huyan Gujin to become the person with the most victories in five championships, including archery, horse racing, horse taming, wrestling, and wrestling, our Brother Haonan forcibly suppressed the ecstatic excitement in his heart and pretended to be sad to find Zhao Yun.

"Lord Zilong, we can't wait any longer, now is the best time, while the Wuhuan people are gathered here, we can do it tonight."