"What does Yun Chang mean? Changshan Zhao Zilong is indeed full of courage. His third brother is now too comatose to go into battle. Guang Yun Chang is afraid?"
After hearing what his second brother said, Liu Bei's first thought was not to refute it, but to think about the feasibility of the matter. In fact, he had already acquiesced to what his second brother said.
Xie Liangwufu, who traveled around the world before getting acquainted with Liu Bei, had a few innocent souls hanging on his hands. Hearing that Liu Da'er connived to hack Zhao Yun, the dust-laden memories of the world were instantly awakened.
"Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high. It is a good time to do good things. Our army confronts Ji Ling, and the camp is attacked and set on fire. Zilong does not check his death. It can be said anywhere in the world!"
"I will set the fire, and I will kill the people. All I have to do is find a good coffin!"
When Guan Yu said this, he flapped his hands gently, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword seemed to feel the murderous intention of its owner. The blade trembled violently and made a harsh cry.
"Okay! That's it!"
"It's a pity that Zhao Zilong is a heroic warrior, but he has no connection with me. Jian Yong, I must find a better coffin!"
"Ha ha!"
"As it should be!"
Under the predicament, the three big bosses of Liu Bei's camp seemed to have gained immense pleasure from the assassination of Zhao Yun, and the three of them laughed sinisterly together.
Guan Yu sniffed, feeling extremely excited. He walked out of the tent with a broadsword in hand. Liu Bei's voice came from behind.
"Second brother, choose some of the best Jizhou vulture shooters and ambush them in front of the camp. There is no room for error in this matter!"
"Don't worry, brother. I have some Wuhuan archers under my command. They took Zhao Zilong's armor first. Even Lu Bu will become a hedgehog!"
Guan Yu answered in a low voice and strode outside the tent. Within three moments, a corner of Liu Bei's camp began to stir. Dozens of the core members of the three brothers took their bows and arrows and headed towards the camp gate.
In a corner of the camp, in a tent, it was already the third watch, but the young man in silver robe still rested his hands on the back of his head, looking at the sky, not feeling sleepy at all.
In the camp just now, the sound of Zhang Fei's cries lingered in Zhao Zilong's mind. He really couldn't imagine why that strong and violent man was so cowardly and cowardly like a child in the face of Liu Bei.
"Zhang Yide, I am a little afraid of Xuande. Why, why is this?" Zhao Yun suddenly figured out Zhang Fei's grievance, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be great fear hidden in this matter, and he sat up from the couch.
Outside the tent, the footsteps of the night patrol soldiers could be heard in the distance. Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly lit up. From the corner of the tent, a big hand emerged from the bottom of the tent and grabbed the place where he placed his armor.
In an instant, the sweaty hair on Zhao Yun's back stood up. He stepped forward softly, drew out the sword from his waist, and nailed the man's palm to the ground in the tent.
"Who are you? Want to steal my armor?"
Zilong lowered his voice and asked. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly brightened up with red light. Countless arrows shot through the air and hit his tent. The sky-high flames instantly ignited.
"Okay, what a thief!"
When Zhao Yun saw this, what else could he not guess? Liu Bei wanted to silence him and even kill him!
What a Changshan Tiger General, full of courage. Not only did he not retreat at all, but he faced the fire, donned his armor in twos and twos, swung his rotten silver spear, and pierced the tent curtain.
"Tear!" With a sound, the silver-robed young man rushed out of the sky-high firelight. He suddenly went from the darkness to the extremely bright place, his eyes suddenly blackened, and all the hairs on his neck stood up.
"Woo!" sounded like a blue dragon cutting through the sky, causing the wind to howl. Zhao Yun didn't even think about it. He raised the gun barrel with both hands to resist. Chang Shan Fang Guang felt a huge shock from the tiger's mouth. He bent his knees slightly and was cut with a knife.
He knelt on the ground with one leg.
He raised his head and looked up. In the firelight, he saw a strong man stroking his beard with one hand and waving a long pole with the other hand. The blue dragon blade in the air looked like a blue dragon with its head raised, roaring towards Zhao Yun.
All the fierce generals in the world have different styles. With Lu Bu's bravery, he must avoid Zhang Fei's fierce thrusts from the wild boars!
Guan Yunchang, using his strength on the spot, was the most powerful among the three swordsmen. Hua Xiong and Yan Liang were all killed by the second brother inexplicably at the first confrontation.
Zhao Yun is the best in equestrian skills. Among the thousands of troops, he is just like strolling in a leisurely court. He is also a brave man. He is immune to all negative bugs in his heart. The more enemy troops there are, the more powerful Zilong becomes.
At this time, outside the tent, the second brother had been accumulating power for a long time. The first and second swords were both sure-kill moves. That is, Zhao Yun went from darkness to light at once, like a blind man, but he could still withstand these two swords.
He was able to withstand it, and when the two swords struck him, Zhao Zilong almost knelt on the ground, looking very embarrassed.
"Good boy, you have some skills, what a pity!"
The second brother's two swords failed, so he took a deep breath, and the hand touching his beard was also held on the handle of the sword. "Ah!" Yun Chang shouted loudly, and the sound of dragon roars rose into the sky from the north bank of the Huaihe River.
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The green light mixed with the sky suppressed the golden and red firelight.
Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground, facing away from the sky full of swords. The silver spear in his hand was thrust out from an extremely tricky angle under his arm.
This is exactly the lineage of Zilong, who does not pass on the spear skills but returns to his horse to seize the throat spear.
In the blue light that fills the sky, the white light is like a giant snake that responds to a dragon. It breaks the light and moves forward. The silver spear tip is firmly pointed on the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.
The duel between these top generals and the collision of their special moves made the earth almost tremble in an instant.
Guan Yu, who always stood like a mountain, took a few steps back, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
After all, Zhao Yun faced the enemy in a hurry and looked even worse than Guan Yu. He was knocked backwards, like a silver meteor, rushing straight for more than ten feet, knocking over Guan Yu's steps, and stopped right next to his mount.
"This sword today will be returned another day!"
"Big-eared men, deceiving the world and stealing fame, Taoyuan brothers, that's it, that's it!"
Zhao Yun, who had always been calm, couldn't help shouting to the sky in the night.
Blood spurted out from the corners of the eyes, mouth, and ear holes. In the firelight, the silver robe was instantly dyed red.
"You little thief, you still want to leave? Shoot him to death!"
Guan Yu was well aware of Zhao Yun's equestrian skills, and when he saw Zilong mounting his horse, he gave up the idea of pursuing him with his horse. However, as he shouted, countless arrows were shot out from the gate of the camp in front of Zhao Yun's horse.
The basic 100 people in Guan Yu's tribe are all veterans of hundreds of battles. Among them are Hu archers, all of whom can penetrate Yang with a hundred steps.
Even though Zhao Yun was like a flower screen with dancing spears, his armor was hit by several arrows in an instant. The horse under his crotch let out a mournful cry, and his chest and flanks were pierced by arrows.
"Good horse, go west, go west, to meet your master!"
"I will definitely see Datong. The hatred that Mr. Zilong had in the plains that day is already clear in his heart today. He is a hypocritical benevolent and hypocritical hero in the world. Everyone will find and punish him!"
Zhao Yun lowered his head to avoid the bow and arrow, and even whispered his grievances in front of the white horse.
Fang Guang's mount, as if it had gained spiritual power, screamed several times, like white lightning, and rushed out of Liu Bei's camp, heading straight to the west.