Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

He hurriedly looked up, only to see a group of dark cavalry suddenly appeared on the way to leave in front of him.

The sound of hooves?

That's right!

Wu Yan couldn't get it wrong. Having lived with war horses for many years, he immediately judged that the opponent's cavalry had a thousand cavalry.

Thousand cavalry?

snort!

If it was before, he might not have taken these people seriously, but now...

A bright white spear flew up and down, and the clear and refined blade of the spear exuded a gloomy light.

Under the electric light, Wu Yan could see that the person who came was actually a young general in white robe with a resolute face!

Every time the young general in white robe waved his flickering white shadow, the two swarming seas of soldiers would be distorted and intertwined in an instant, blood mist was flying all over the sky, and wailing was flowing everywhere.

"Who is coming!"

With a serious face, Wu Yan shouted into the distance in his not very proficient Chinese.

Zhao Yun sat down to illuminate the night jade lion, with a gentian silver spear in his hand, he swung his arm across the neck of a Karasuma cavalryman, a peach blossom bloomed in an instant, and another Karasuma cavalryman was crushed by the horse's hoof.

quickly!

The swords and soldiers faced each other, Zhao Yun turned his eyes to the dark figure in front of him, and didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and yelled at the cavalry behind him, brandished his spear, looked for the person in multiple directions, and then killed him.

The horses neighed, the voices of people roared, and the tragic killing wave overwhelmed the waves. Under the electric light, one after another Karasuma cavalry fell into the ruins. With a miserable and unwilling appearance,

And the Karasuma cavalrymen, who were still brandishing their weapons and slashing, looked at the unstoppable Zhao Yun who was like a god descending from the earth, and despair rose in his heart.

A gleam of remorse flashed in Wu Yan's eyes, he thought that Lei Yexia had expected that he would not attack at night, and he had caught him by surprise.

But now... but fell into an ambush by the other party?There was a shrill scream in his ears, and Wu Yan was completely angry when he saw the number of Erlangs around him decrease one by one.

Chapter 4 Ten

"My king is here!"

Wu Yan raised the jug, poured the clear nectar into his throat, and then threw it on his waist. It seemed that this was a pot of strong wine with strong stamina. Zhao Yun could smell the smell of alcohol, and looked at the other party with a hint of alcohol. A touch of drunkenness.

At this moment, the Karasuma cavalry on both sides suffered heavy losses, and the armies on both sides were inextricably killed. They were already exhausted. Khanlu King Wu Yan looked up to the sky and laughed, and swung his scimitar at Zhao Yun while drunk.

"Keng!"

The spear, the scimitar, made a violent impact for the first time, and a burst of sparks pierced the whole body with an unpleasant smell.

"Come again!"

Wu Yan shook his weak arm, clutching the scimitar tightly, and attacked Zhao Yun again.

"……Um?"

The two horses stepped on the wrong foot, and seeing that the spear was about to collide with the opponent's scimitar, Zhao Yun shot several times in an instant, the tip of the gun vibrated frequently, and one shot hit the opponent's weapon.

Huh?

Wu Yan was taken aback, why... Could it be that the other party has no strength?

The shot just now made his arm sore and limp, so why didn't he feel it.

snort!

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Wu Yan watched the blood flow like a river, hundreds of thousands of dead souls around were being trampled by war horses, his eyes were hazy, and the next moment, with a dark and fierce look, he killed Zhao Yun evilly.

Looking at Wu Yan's murderous appearance, Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his spear, and lightly raised the clear silver spear in his palm, slashed across Wu Yan's fierce and vicious scimitar, and bypassed the opponent's wrist Lightning pierced the opponent's neck.

Wu Yan was suddenly attacked by Zhao Yun. He was so frightened that his soul burst into cold sweat. The instinct between life and death made him tilt his head back slightly, and the scimitar in his hand struck the tip of the gun. With a click, the scimitar broke. Can avoid Zhao Yun's sharp killing move.

"what?"

Wu Yan stared blankly at the broken scimitar in his hand, looked down at the broken blade on the ground, and a white light shone in the dark night.

"how can that be?"

Wu Yan couldn't believe it, the scimitar in his hand was passed down to him by his father when he was dying, and according to the ancient rumors of his family, this knife was picked from the fine iron in the gap of Wuhuan Mountain, and it was tempered by Tianhuo for 49 days Never broken, but more unbreakable.

Five generations... More than 100 years of inheritance, although this scimitar is not an inheritance of their tribe, nor a symbol of the leader, Wu Yan still regards it as a treasure and never leaves it day and night.

"Patriarch, go!"

A man who looked like the leader of the Karasuma cavalry looked at the murderous Zhao Yun, shouted at Wu Yan, and rushed over with a scimitar.

"Han thief, come with a black tongue..."

With a resolute face, Wu Tong kept whipping the horse. He knew that he was no match for the general, but he had to buy time for the patriarch.

"it is good!"

Zhao Yun muttered in a low voice, his eyes flashed a little solemn.

Respect your opponent!

Even if the opponent is a small soldier, a loyal person should be respected.

Ah!

Holding the gun in his right hand, Zhao Yun swirled and danced wildly, like a long dragon straight to kill the opponent.

Whoa!

close!

A face-to-face encounter, Senran's gun head exploded suddenly, and pear blossoms blossomed with rain in an instant, extremely colorful and gorgeous.

"so beautiful……"

Karasuma cavalry saw pear blossoms in full bloom in front of his eyes, a thunderbolt flashed under the thunderbolt, his eyes were blurred, it was really a mess of flowers gradually becoming charming eyes.

"puff!"

The next moment, there was a slight sound of piercing through the air, and the violent rotation of the gentian silver gun caused a sonic boom.

"It's so beautiful...the gun...this...this is..."