At this moment, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, Zhao Yunping raised his spear and pointed directly at the commander's platform where the leader was!
Although Zhao Yun shouted in his heart, "Come on, the true warrior of the Xianbei people."
However, Zhao Yun remained the same on his face and did not speak. However, his eyes were sharper, like a peerless sword that wanted to kill people, with unparalleled sharpness.
But even so, the people present could know what Zhao Yun was thinking from his eyes and the aura he exuded.
bring it on.[
Simple and simple.
All the hundreds of thousands of troops felt it.
"The time has come for the decisive battle. Let's fight forward without hesitation." Liu Feng laughed loudly when he saw this, then he used his remaining strength to raise the drumstick and hit the military drum.
"Dong dong dong."
Immediately, the thundering sound of drums suddenly sounded. It was like a thunderstorm flashing and roaring continuously.
"kill."
Liu Feng looked up to the sky and roared. His black hair was like ink, flowing down. With this roar, it was flying around, giving him a wild and heroic air.
His roar was so loud that it seemed to tear through the sky, soaring straight into the sky and shaking the place.
Zhao Yun is Liu Feng's general, and Liu Feng is Zhao Yun's commander. The two are opposites and complement each other, and neither of them can work without each other. Otherwise, how could An have succeeded Zhao Zilong in Changshan and become a powerful figure in Hetao?
Zhao Yun heard the sound of drums like a thunderstorm and the fierce roar of killing. He turned around and took a look.
Immediately he saw Liu Feng beating the military drum wildly and violently and roaring loudly. Suddenly, Zhao Yun's eyes became moist.
The pride in my heart increased even more.
"bring it on."
Finally, Zhao Yun roared out the voice in his heart. This roar made Zhao Yun's aura increase a hundred times.
It is really a man who stood in front of the gate and turned away two hundred thousand people. It was an unparalleled heroism.
This roar was too powerful. It was so powerful that it made the Xianbei people on the opposite side restless. The war horses under their crotches started to stir uneasily.
It was like being scared when faced with a roaring male tiger.
"ah."
A scream rang out, but it turned out that a Xianbei warrior couldn't control his horse and fell off the horse. It was because of the commotion of the horse that the horse's hoofs flew.[
This warrior was trampled into flesh.
This scream attracted everyone's attention.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Liu Feng opened his mouth and laughed, his heroic spirit increased, he summoned up the strength in his heart, and beat the military drum crazily. The drum sound became more exciting.
"mighty."
The Han army even let out a chorus of voices, the word "mighty", soaring into the sky.
This is the backing. This is how Zhao Yun can stand in front of the 200,000 Xianbei army. This strong backing makes Zhao Yun even more extraordinary at this moment.
Faced with this situation, the morale of the Xianbei army became even lower. The leader, Yan Zhong, turned pale again.
"Crazy."
Finally, the leader let out an angry roar.
"The Great Chanyu takes action. Kill Zhao Yun, and the Han army will lose their temper." Yan Zhong's voice sounded, as cold as an ice cellar.
"good."
The leader nodded fiercely, and then looked at the five Xianbei warriors.
These five people, the first four are actually not very different from each other, but the weapons they use are different.
The great ax used by the fifth general Da Tu.
The fourth general is waiting to use Langya Shuo.
The third general Da Lang uses the golden hammer.
The second general, Fengshan, used a long sword.
And this first general, Mad Wolf, uses a spear.
Zhao Yun's spear has speed, which is what the leader sees. Therefore, the person who poses the greatest threat to Zhao Yun is also the one who uses the spear.
Therefore, sending the mad wolf out is the best way to contain Zhao Yun. However, the mad wolf is the trump card and the final killing move. Therefore, it cannot be used lightly.
The four people at the front must consume Zhao Yun's energy even more.[
Therefore, the only option is to use faster weapons and long knives for duel.
Thinking about it, the leader turned his attention to the second general, Fengshan. This was a warrior. He was nine and a half feet tall, with a waist ten inches wider. He was as tall as a hill. The muscles all over his body were bulging like iron.
of general.
At this moment, his eyes were like those of a tiger, shooting straight with cold light.
This is the gold dug out from a group of sand by the waves.
Today, his mission is to kill Zhao Yun. It proves that the Xianbei people are indeed stronger than the Han people.
"Come on." Kuitou shouted towards Fengshan.
"Promise." Fengshan promised loudly, then took his weapon, a long sword six feet long, and got on the horse.
He rushed out quickly.
Let’s not talk about Fengshan’s majestic figure, let’s just say that the horse under Fengshan’s crotch at the moment is a top-notch thousand-mile horse named Baidian.
The horse can trample the white snow and walk like lightning.
At this moment, the man and the horse cooperated, and they were really as strong as a man and a dragon among the horses. An overwhelming momentum swept towards Zhao Yun.
"Da da da."
Amidst the thunderous sound of horse hooves, a loud roar sounded.
"Remember, the person who killed you is Fengshan."
"The killing is coming." Zhao Yun saw this man and the momentum. He immediately became more cautious. Liu Feng was right, Zhao Yun was both fierce and cautious.
At the same time, Zhao Yun also rode his war horse and charged towards them like lightning.
"kill."
The next moment, the two sides were fighting.
A loud roar sounded at the same time, followed by a clashing sound from the weapons of both sides.
"Clang."
The sound of a collision was heard. Then, the war horses of both sides passed each other. Suddenly, the Xianbei people were stunned, and then let out a loud cheer.
"Fengshan."
"Fengshan."
But he was excited, because before this, the unparalleled dominance Zhao Yun had displayed was all killing people with one move.
But now, their general, their warrior Feng Shan, blocked Zhao Yun for one round.
"Hahaha."
The leader laughed boldly, and Yan Zhong next to him also showed a smile.
In Bu Dugen in the distance, Kirby was relieved to be able to wait for the general. It was just fine if he didn't kill with one move. Zhao Yun's death would be when the last warrior appeared.
Regarding this point, the Han army was silent. Many people were very angry because they knew that the wheel battle of the first 100 men consumed Zhao Yun a lot of energy.
Now, this time I couldn't kill anyone with one shot, I'm afraid that's the reason.
"Damn it, you have the ability to challenge me to a duel." Dong Gai became furious and yelled.
***For the Xianbei people, a round of battle with a hundred people was already embarrassing enough. Now just because they fought Zhao Yun for one round, they had to be like this.
Angry, irritating.
"kill."
The worries of the generals and soldiers did not make Liu Feng lose confidence. He treated Zhao Yun as always. A loud roar came from Liu Feng's mouth.
"Dong dong dong"
The sound of the war drums was endless and impressive.
With Liu Feng beating the drum himself, the ten rounds of fighting between Zhao Yun and Fengshan ended. At this moment, the two sides were adjusting, about fifty meters apart.
However, the appearance of the two people is completely different.
I saw Zhao Yun sweating. After the physical exertion, Zhao Yun had been sweating for a long time, but now it was just a little more.
And what about Fengshan? This second warrior who was expected by the leader was already panting like an ox and sweating like rain. Ten rounds, only ten rounds.
The second warrior of the Xianbei people is already like this.
However, the Xianbei army was a bit far away, and they failed to see that their second warrior was already dying, so they were still cheering.
Cheers for Fengshan and Zhao Yun fighting for ten rounds.
Only Fengshan himself felt his heart sink to the bottom. He looked at Zhao Yun with such fear, really, incomparable fear.
Although he fought with Zhao Yun for ten rounds, he tried his best to avoid Zhao Yun's killing move each time. The sweat on his body was half from fighting and half from fear.
Cold sweat.
If I'm not careful, I'm afraid I'm going to die.
This Fengshan is a bit arrogant. After all, he is the second warrior under the generals' drum this time. But even he has to admit that Zhao Yun is very powerful.
Without a round of battle, he was no match for him. But he didn't expect that Zhao Yun would be so powerful.
One hundred people, one hundred people. After such a round of battle, he is still so powerful. It is simply unimaginable if there are not these one hundred people in front of him.
How powerful is Zhao Yun?
Can he last three rounds?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened Fengshan became, and there was an urge in his heart to pull out his horse and run away.
In the battle between masters, a moment of fear and a moment of flinching are fatal. What's more, Zhao Yun and Fengshan are not at the same level at all.
"kill."
Just when Fengshan was frightened, Zhao Yun seized the opportunity, roared loudly, and the horse immediately moved, its hoofs were like thunder, and its figure was like lightning.
The silver spear flashed past like a white rainbow, and the white rainbow penetrated the sun.
At that moment, the momentum that Zhao Yun exuded was earth-shattering. This frightened Fengshan, but he couldn't use the strength to escape.
He didn't even have the thought of escaping. At this moment, all he could see was Zhao Yun and the white rainbow.
"Puch."
The next moment, Fengshan was dead. Just like the previous hundred people, he was stabbed in the neck and died on the spot.
"Dead."
The cheers of the Xianbei people stopped. They couldn't believe that their second warrior actually died like this. He only lasted ten rounds.
It’s only ten rounds.
Their eyes were wide open and blood red. They opened their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound. Lost, lost.
There is nothing to say, there is nothing to say.
"ah."
The leader yelled. Although he knew that he couldn't kill Zhao Yun with these mountains, being able to persist for ten rounds gave him unlimited hope.
But at this moment, he died like this. The leader couldn't accept it and let out a loud cry. His eyes, like many warriors, turned blood red.
"superior."
Immediately, the leader suddenly turned his head and looked at the fourth warrior, the one who used the Wolf Fang.
"kill."
When he heard this, he took the wolf fang without hesitation, mounted his horse and charged towards Zhao Yun.
However, he only lasted twelve rounds before he was stabbed under the horse by Zhao Yun.
He only lasted two more rounds than Fengshan just now.
"superior."
Kuitou let out a loud roar again.
This time it was the fifth warrior, Da Tu, who wielded the great axe. He lasted fifteen rounds.
"superior."
Another loud roar.
This time, the third warrior, Da Lang, used the Golden Hammer. This time, Zhao Yun used it for twenty rounds.
"bump."
When Daliang's golden hammer fell to the ground and made a loud noise, all the Xianbei warriors present closed their eyes in pain.
This is their fourth warrior. Only one of their five great warriors is left. If they are defeated again, then...
Thinking of this, they didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"Hahaha."
But at this moment, Kuitou suddenly let out a loud laugh. The laughter was full of viciousness, but it also had an unparalleled joy.
I saw Kuitou's hair disheveled, his eyes red, but his face was filled with a smile, a crazy smile.
He's dead, Zhao Yun is dead.
Although he was heartbroken over the casualties of the warriors, the leader could clearly see that Zhao Yun was getting worse and worse, starting with ten rounds and ending with twenty rounds.
Moreover, the first person used a long knife, which was faster, while the last wave used a golden hammer, which was slower. The battle between the two sides took twenty rounds.
This proves that Zhao Yun is no longer able to survive.
Next, it is Zhao Yun's death.
He was simply unstoppable. He was countless times better than any of the previous four warriors, and the mad wolf was countless times better. Moreover, the mad wolf also used a gun.
The speed of the gun is fast, and Zhao Yun may be killed in one round. In that case, everything will be covered up.
One victory covered up all the ugly. After defeating the Han army, this battle was won. Their Great Xianbei was still invincible, and it was still the same Great Xianbei that was rich in warriors.
But the Han people are still weak and unbearable. Thinking about it, the sense of leadership is getting higher and higher.
"Come on."
Kuitou yelled at the mad wolf.
"promise."
The mad wolf made a promise and stepped to the side. Over there, there were already warriors who had prepared their horses and spears.
This war horse is a yellow gelding, its body is yellow, its neighing sound is like the roar of a cow, and its horse is very powerful. The spear is eight feet long, its body is black, and it looks mysterious and unusual.
"drive."
After getting on his horse and holding a spear, the mad wolf roared loudly and urged the horse to kill Zhao Yun. For a while, the sound of horse hooves was like waves and continued.
"Kill, kill, kill him, the first warrior."
"It's up to you to safeguard the name of Great Xianbei. Great Xianbei warrior."
"Crazy wolf, crazy wolf."
At this moment, the pride of the Xianbei warriors was all focused on the mad wolf. Their eyes were blood-red and they shouted heartlessly.
"Go ahead, kill him, kill Zhao Yun."
The leader also shouted with red eyes.
"Kill."
Bu Dugen and Kirby Neng also roared.
"You must die."
Yan Zhong clenched his fists tightly and yelled in his heart.
Generals such as Ma Chao, Dong Gai, Zhang Liao, Zhang Jia, Pang De, and Yan Xing became increasingly worried about Zhao Yun. They clenched their fists and watched nervously.
I wish I could go up immediately and replace Zhao Yun.
Too despicable and shameless.
"kill."
At this moment, almost everyone in the Han army was worried about Zhao Yun. Only one person still persisted as usual, and that was Liu Feng.
At this moment, Liu Feng's arms were already sore and his voice was almost hoarse. Zhao Yun was relatively easy to kill.
He was yelling and banging the drum.
He was already exhausted. But at this moment, Liu Feng still burst out with a loud roar, and then waved his hands violently.
Enduring the pain, I was thundering happily.
"Dong dong dong."
The sound of drums suddenly sounded and roared endlessly.
At this moment, when both parties were either worried or confident, Zhao Yun in the field was a little strange.
I saw that Zhao Yun's face looked like this, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a strange smile. This seemed to be sarcastic, as if the odds of victory were certain.
Zhao Yun is a calm person, he is not frivolous. Such an expression rarely appears on Zhao Yun's face. Once it appears, there is nothing wrong with it.
"Die."
At this moment, Mad Wolf, the first warrior under Xianbei's generals, rode a war horse and approached Zhao Yun. With a roar, his spear, like a black lightning, stabbed Zhao Yun fiercely.
A loud roar, like thunder on the ground, resounded in all directions.
As for Zhao Yun, his expression was the same, but his arms tightened violently, and then he let them go. Yes, he simply sent the spear out.
At this moment, Zhao Yun seemed like an old man, with no momentum at all. But his spear was very fast, incredibly fast, and seemed to be faster and more powerful than lightning.
The last comes first.
Killed the mad wolf.
At that moment, the mad wolf showed an incredible expression. Didn't Zhao Yun go through a wheel battle? How could he still have such great explosive power? Isn't he tired?
What a powerful shot this is.
At this moment, Mad Wolf was amazed by the shot in Zhao Yun's hand. But that was all. He died before he could feel any fear.
"Puch."
This time, Zhao Yun's spear penetrated the mad wolf's chest and left chest. He entered from the front and exited from the back.
The next moment, the horses of both sides passed each other. Due to inertia, Mad Wolf's yellow gelding rushed towards Zhao Yun's rear. However, Mad Wolf's body was left on Zhao Yun's spear.
"Da da da."
The sound of horse hooves gradually stopped, and Zhao Yunping raised his spear in the direction of Xianbei's general platform, and on his spear was the first warrior of Xianbei, Mad Wolf.
At this moment, Zhao Yun smiled happily.
This time it was complete. One hundred and five Xianbei warriors were killed in a row, making the Xianbei warriors lose their color. From now on, who dares to look down on the Han people?
"ah."
Zhao Yun roared angrily and let out a loud roar, like the roar of a lion king, dominating this side.
In one world, Zhao Yun is unparalleled and the only one in this world. To put it bluntly, no one among the so-called Xianbei warriors can compete with Zhao Yun.
The so-called "who is competing with", that's all
Strong, strong enough to scare people, strong enough to be inhuman.
This is Zhao Yun, the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, a fierce general under the command of the king's general Liu Feng, a general to assist the country, and a rural lord of Yecheng.
With golden armor and green robes, a spear, and a war horse, Zhao Yun killed one hundred and five Xianbei warriors in a row.
Zilong.
[Author's digression]: The momentum is like a rainbow. This chapter has five thousand words.