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Chapter 160 The Hundred Birds and the Phoenix
Zhao Yun's strength is very strong, this is the first impression of the life master.

Although the fortune teller was prepared for Zhao Yun's strength, the fortune teller who thought highly of Zhao Yun still miscalculated. He never expected that Zhao Yun would be so strong.

Although facing a strong enemy will excite him, this must take time.

What time is it now, there is no time to learn martial arts with the world's masters, if you can't break through the gate of the state pastoral mansion, you will be cold, and you will kill a woolen emperor.

The life master was in a hurry, but he couldn't help it. Zhao Yun was too difficult to deal with, and his invincible lore moves in the past didn't work on Zhao Yun at all.

Now the life master regrets coming to join in the fun, isn't it good to be honest and dormant in Xiangyang City doing intelligence?

Why do you have to come and join in the fun of assassinating the emperor?Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?
Faced with the mad dog-like attack method of the fortune teller, Zhao Yun was somewhat in a hurry.

It was the first time that Zhao Yun had encountered such a crazy enemy since he had been on the battlefield for several years.

In the past, the enemies were all veterans on the battlefield. Even if they fought tooth and nail, they would fight for their lives with all their might. The way of a general was to be open and aboveboard. How could anyone be like a fortune teller, who would do whatever it takes to win? Ruthless and cunning, there is insidiousness everywhere.

Zhao Yun asked himself that apart from the battle between Chengdu and Wang Yue, Xi Mingshi was the most difficult enemy he had ever encountered since his debut.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun and Xi Mingshi had already fought for hundreds of rounds, and the danger in it was enough to kill dozens of times for another person.

In this kind of high-intensity battle, Zhao Yun and the fortune teller were extremely exhausted. At this time, both of them were slightly out of breath. Sweat fell to the ground along their hair, leaving puddles of water.

Zhao Yun drove away the entanglement of the fortune-teller with one shot. He inherited the famous stunt of the Spear Saint Tong Yuan and shot the Phoenix Spear. The indomitable spear light turned into countless birds and flew towards the fortune-teller. Zhao Yun's spear thrust out.

Faced with Zhao Yun's move, Bainiaochaofeng, the fortune-teller did not dare to be careless. All his spiritual power was concentrated on the two swords, and he executed a move in the Night Fighting Bafang Hidden Sword Style. Two semicircular sword lights were centered on the fortune-teller. With the fierce killing, the whole map monster clearing mode was launched.

After one move, Zhao Yun and the fortune-teller's figures froze again. Several muffled sounds of "puff-puff-puff" were heard. The fortune-teller's body exploded with streaks of blood. Zhao Yun's spear gleamed on the fortune-teller's chest. , there were more than a dozen bloody holes on his back, thighs and arms.

"哗啦" came the sound of armor leaves scattering, and the pure white battle armor on Zhao Yun's body shattered in response, turning into pieces and falling to the ground. A few strands of long hair fluttered in the air, which was Zhao Yun's hair.

After one move, Zhao Yun successfully wounded the difficult enemy after paying the price of a few strands of long hair and a suit of armor. The Great Wei Dynasty sent Qiu Zhonglang to play the fate master.

But the battle was not over yet, he was injured, but the life master did not lose his fighting power.

I could only hear a low growl from the drama master, and the two knives in his hands danced, one after another of the saber glows blatantly shot, and the stern and chilling saber glows swarmed towards Zhao Yun.

Facing the counterattack of the life master, Zhao Yun didn't dare to neglect, the gentian silver gun in his hand swallowed the spear light, and flew up and down, smashing the spear lights that rushed towards him one by one.

With the help of the sword's firepower, Xi Mingshi turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Zhao Yun with lightning speed.

After shattering the last spear light, the life master was already in front of him, Zhao Yun was shocked, and hurriedly swung his spear to meet the enemy.

But the fortune teller was not willing to give Zhao Yun a chance. He waved a pair of long knives in his hands repeatedly, turning into a curtain of knives and covering Zhao Yun's whole body.

Zhao Yun was terrified when he saw this blow from Master Ximing.

As the saying goes, an inch long makes you strong, and an inch short makes you dangerous. In regular battles, the length of a spear is very advantageous.

But when it came to the death in hand-to-hand combat, it was a bit clumsy in comparison. The long spear, which had been dominant in the past, seemed very clumsy instead.

In desperation, Zhao Yun had no choice but to feint, abandoning the long spear in his hand, stepping hurriedly, and quickly retreated out of the attack range of the drama master.

Zhao Yun, who had escaped and retreated, rolled over and pulled out the long sword that was discarded aside.

With the long sword in hand, Zhao Yun's aura changed, and he turned into a peerless swordsman, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, he danced a sword flower casually, and the person followed the sword, and the sharp long sword stabbed at the playmaker.

The fortune teller was stunned by Zhao Yun's action of abandoning his spear, but he quickly came to his senses, knocked away the spear in front of him with his two swords, and rushed towards Zhao Yun with his two swords waving.

Zhao Yun has both guns and swords. After abandoning the gun, his strength has not been damaged.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought for another hundred or ten rounds. The long sword in Zhao Yun's hand dueled with the two broadswords of the fortune teller, and they did not lose at all.

The sword in Zhao Yun's hand was aimed at the middle gate of the play master, forcing the play master to defend repeatedly, not daring to use the wide open and close moves, lest Zhao Yun take the opportunity to break through the middle gate.

Compared to the restrained fortune teller, Zhao Yun can attack and defend with a long sword without any worries. As long as he sees the right time, he will attack the fortune teller's vital points, completely pressing down on the fortune teller.

The life master felt very aggrieved now, and wished he could yell out to vent his distress.

"General Zhao is a master of swords and spears, he is really a tiger general in the world."

Looking at Zhao Yun's beautiful take-off figure, Huang Chengyan couldn't help sighing.

"General Zhao is indeed a tiger general in the world, and in time he will become a god of war."

Pang Degong couldn't help but admired.

"How can I be unhappy with such a good general?"

Mr. Shui Jing laughed.

Compared with Huang Chengyan and the others, Nanhua's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He couldn't figure out how there were so many peerless masters who were willing to work for him. Could it be that these peerless masters were all blind? no?
Without these peerless masters, the emperor would have complied with God's will and died in his own hands.

If we can't deal with these peerless masters, how can we talk about the great cause that Huang Tian should set up since the sky is dead?
"Brother Wang Yue, in your opinion, can this fortune teller win?"

The old fairy Nanhua looked at Wang Yue expectantly and asked in a deep voice.

"It's hard, even if the old man makes a move, it's hard to win."

Hearing the old fairy Nanhua's question, Wang Yue sighed.

Wang Yue regretted it very much now, regretted why he didn't kill Zhao Yun at the beginning, but played some cat-and-mouse game to establish such a strong enemy for himself.

If the time could be restarted, Wang Yue would definitely kill Zhao Yun immediately when he was in Chengdu.

Zhao Yun used a sword instead of a gun, and aimed at the Fate Master who was flying towards him again, he fired the Hundred Birds towards the Phoenix Spear. In a flash, the sword energy flew horizontally, transformed into various bird shapes, and surrounded the Fate Master. .

The fierce sword energy poured down like rain, and the chilling breath pierced the life master's body with chills.

(End of this chapter)