When Shi Xin was fighting with his divine sense, Zhao Yun was still riding his horse and galloping forward. Xiahou Yuan's golden arrow was already three feet away from him, but he didn't seem to take it to heart, staring at the front wholeheartedly.

The corners of Xiahou Yuan's mouth lifted, how dare the kid be so big?

There was still a zhang, Zhao Yun didn't look at it, the gentian gun was suddenly pulled out, and he tried his best to shoot down. With a snap, the head of the gun hit the golden arrow, slapping it on the ground, but Zhao Yun's speed of progress did not decrease at all.

Zhao Yun turned his head to look at Xiahou Yuan, with an indifferent expression and a mocking expression.

Xiahou Yuan was despised by him, and immediately became furious, "The stinky boy is looking for death!" Twist three golden arrows, run the bow and draw a full string, and shoot in three directions: upper, middle and lower, two aimed at Zhao Yun's upper body, and one shoots at the horse.

Xiahou Yuan was quite satisfied with these three arrows, and after shooting them, he stroked his beard and sneered, thinking to himself: The arrow just now seemed to be easy to hit, but with his sixth-rank cultivation, the meridians must have been shocked. In this case, it is impossible to avoid these three arrows, let alone shoot them down.

Zhao Yun didn't plan to avoid these three arrows at all, and he wouldn't shoot them down, he chose a more domineering way.

Hardwired!

At this time, he had stopped his horse and shouted, "Everyone in Cao Ying is optimistic, I, Zhao Yun, want to stab all the three arrows of your boss!"

"Seven Probe Snake Marksmanship!"

This is the latest marksmanship he had an epiphany.

After saying this, the three golden arrows had already whistled to the range of Zhao Yun's two zhang. Zhao Yun screamed, and the gentian spear stabbed out, like a poisonous snake that had been planned for a long time. At the same time, the upper body rushes forward, and the true qi and strength start from the dantian, pass through the shoulders, arms, wrists, and finally reach the palm, forming a complete set of smooth and complete movements with the gentian gun.

At this time, it no longer makes sense to distinguish between people and guns, because Zhao Yun has already integrated people and guns.

With a bang, the arrow of the golden arrow and the head of the gentian gun made a huge collision sound, and after the brilliance burst out, the golden light scattered into a little bit of light in the air and sprinkled down.

But Zhao Yun didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him, the gentian spear was collected and probed, and the second and third golden arrows were quickly stabbed by him.

After doing all this, Zhao Yun stretched out his gentian gun and pointed at Xiahou Yuan, laughed three times and said: "Xiahou is a second talent, and he has a false reputation;

These three shots were as fast as lightning, and the soldiers with low cultivation didn't even see how Zhao Yun made a move, and the three golden arrows had already been smashed to pieces.

The scene suddenly became silent. Xiahou Yuan is their coach and their spiritual pillar, and his defeat in the competition directly affects their morale.

Xiahou Yuan was also in disbelief, staring wide-eyed and standing in front of him. He underestimated Zhao Yun, and he couldn't imagine that he would be promoted from a sixth-rank pulse master to a seventh-rank pulse master in one day. was deeply stimulated by Zhao Yun's above words, he has always been a proud person.

The soldiers became depressed, which was exactly the purpose of Zhao Yun's three arrows. He didn't want to fight with Xiahou Yuan, he just wanted to quickly rush to the front and rescue Zhou Tai and Wang Yue.

With a slap of the horse, Zhao Yun flew into the enemy formation with a thunderous momentum. Under the cheers again and again, the gentian spear bloomed, flying up and down, and the hundred birds and phoenix marksmanship and the seven-probe snake spear were used alternately, and the ghosts and gods were unpredictable.

The soldiers screamed one after another, and they all avoided it, and those who had no time to escape were cut throats by gentian guns, and their lives were ended without saying a word.

Zhao Yun is like a broken bamboo, and there is no one under him. Later, the soldiers had been killed in a frightened way, and they automatically separated a way, allowing Zhao Yun to pass through the troops of 3,000 people unimpeded, and leave without hindrance.

Xiahou Yuan stuffed his chest, and his white face turned purple. It's not that he hasn't thought of a way, it's that he can't help it. Unless he defeats Zhao Yun, it will be difficult for the low morale to rise back in a short time. Without morale, soldiers would not use their lives, especially when facing a high-level pulse master like Zhao Yun. Cowering stepped forward, no doubt to death.

Xiahou Yuan understood them very well, and he didn't blame them, he just fell into deep self-blame.

"General, Zhao Yun is gone!" The adjutant reminded Xiahou Yuan in a low voice.

Xiahou Yuan suddenly woke up and saw the soldiers looking at him in unison, and his face was hot. A wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You lead a thousand people to besiege the woods, and if Shi Xin still doesn't come out, set it on fire." The remaining 2,000 people, all of whom followed me to hunt down Zhao Yun. ”

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, and Xiahou Yuan's troops split into two and rushed quickly towards their respective goals.

Besides, Xia Houen raised his pulse and slashed at Zhou Tai's back. Suddenly, he heard the sound of a dense horse's hooves, and he raised his eyes to see a white-robed young general hurrying towards him. Some soldiers recognized that it was another young general of the Holy Sect Army, Zhao Yun.

"Hmph! It doesn't matter if he Zhao Yun, Yanyun or Chu Yun, Zhou Tai will definitely die!" Xia Houen turned around and aimed at Zhou Tai's back and slashed down.

"Not allowed~"

Zhao Yun saw it clearly, his liver and gallbladder were broken, and he used all his strength to shout!

It's a pity that he is not a long-range pulse, and it is a pity that he didn't come a moment earlier...... Too many reasons came together, so that Zhao Yun didn't have time to help Zhou Taishi.

With a "click", Xia Houen's veins slashed on Zhou Tai's back, he was ecstatic in his heart, and said with a cruel smile: "Zhou Tai, no matter how powerful you are, you still have to die at the hands of Lao Tzu?"

Zhou Tai was motionless after being hacked, as if he were a dead man.

Xia Houen was frightened by Zhou Tai before, and he urgently needed to find his dignity from him, and regardless of whether he died or not, there was only one thought in his heart, which was to chop him into pulp.

Just as he was about to cut again, the sound of horses' hooves in the distance suddenly became urgent, and a long howl sounded from four feet, deafening, and the white figure rushed towards him like a meteor.

"How fast?"

Xia Houen's head was buzzing and roaring from the whistling, and his raised hand became sluggish, and he couldn't cut it down.

"Die!"

Zhao Yun had already leaped up from the horse's back, his body was stretched out at the limit of mid-air, and his entire body was connected to the gentian gun in a straight line, which was already the highest speed he could reach.

With a "bang", the gentian spear stabbed Xia Houen's veins to smash, castration continued, and the head of the spear pierced deeply into Xia Houen's temple, piercing him to the ground with his head and body, his head bloomed, and he didn't move without trembling twice.

Zhao Yun withdrew his gentian gun, his eyes turned red, and he screamed wildly, like madness. The gentian spear swirled down in midair, and a large area of enemies fell in a circle around it. This is no longer his marksmanship, he is purely using cultivation to suppress the enemy.

The remaining less than 400 soldiers were already frightened by Zhou Tai's killing, and when they saw that there was a more powerful one, they shouted and immediately dispersed.

Zhao Yun stabilized his mood and squatted down to take a closer look at Zhou Tai's injuries. Xia Houen's knife turned the flesh of Zhou Tai's back outward, and the bones were visible. The rest are small wounds, Zhou Tai's muscles and bones are strong, but they will not be fatal. Zhao Yun poured out the gold sore medicine from his arms and sprinkled it lightly on Zhou Tai's back, but Zhou Tai still didn't move.

"Youping, hold on!"

Zhao Yun probed his snort, although his breath was weak, but it would not be life-threatening in a short period of time, as long as the knife wound in his back could be controlled, there should be no life.

Zhao Yun raised his eyes and saw a protruding pile of forage in the distance, which should be used by ordinary farmers to feed livestock. He gently picked up Zhou Tai, walked to the hay pile, sprinkled another layer of gold sore medicine on him, covered the hay and hid it.

"Youping, when I pick up Wang Yue's seniors, let's go north together to find the lord, you must not die!"

Zhao Yun called in a low voice, with tears in his eyes, and seeing that Zhou Tai still had no reaction, he sighed, turned over and walked away.

Besides, Wang Yue and Zhang Liao fought more and more hard.

"Wang Yue, don't trap the beast anymore, surrender quickly!"

Zhang Liao's crescent halberd was sent forward, and the head of the halberd just stuck thousands of swords, and Wang Yue couldn't move for a while. The archer aimed at Wang Yue, and as long as Zhang Liao gave an order, he would shoot a bow and arrow.

Zhang Liao issued another request for surrender at this time.

"I'd rather die than surrender!"

Wang Yue roared, and thousands of swords were suddenly withdrawn, and the moves became straight, and the peaks and loops at the bends turned, and the sword momentum strengthened slightly with each turn.

Zhang Liao's heart sank, and he thought: If it weren't for the soldiers, Wang Yue would have been able to beat me with this set of swordsmanship, and the name of the world's number one swordsman is indeed worthy of his reputation.

This was Zhang Liao's true thoughts in his heart, but there was a smile on his face, and he couldn't let the soldiers see the slightest sign of defeat. The style of play of the crescent halberd has also changed, becoming wide open and closed, and the voice is fearful, in order to cover up the disadvantage in which it is located.

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