There are gentlemen in the Three Kingdoms

Running alone without any damage, this is beyond human power!

Amazing, right?

Even so, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's morale was only temporarily low because of these changes.

Zhao Yun looked like a normal person, but during the short time he charged in the tiger and leopard camp, he was already sweating profusely, covered in cold sweat, and felt that he had never been so tired in his life.

He deeply understood the strength of Cao Jun's cavalry, and if they regained their morale, this battle would be really difficult!

Right now, Zhao Yun understands that what he has to do is to take down the enemy's main general!Only in this way can there be a chance of winning!

We must get rid of that double-edged sword!

3Chapter 17 Dark poisoning

A silver spear pushed aside the enemy's formation, Zhao Yun gritted his teeth to withstand the constant pressure from his side, and galloped towards Xia Houen's direction.

One person's strength is limited after all, it is still very difficult to fight against the formation of more than a thousand cavalry to take the head of the general, at least it is impossible to do it with Zhao Yun's strength alone.

The so-called undeserved bravery is only an adjective after all.

He still needs help after all.

Baima Yi, who had already rushed into the Tiger and Leopard Army, partly resisted the pressure of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, and partly pulled out the strong bow on his back and the arrows in the quiver, and shot high into the sky with a "whoosh, whoosh!" arrow.

The rain of arrows fell obliquely in an arc, and fell into the ranks of the Tiger and Leopard Battalion.

The rain of arrows had limited damage to the tiger and leopard cavalry, but it was the rain of arrows after all, so it created chaos in its formation in an instant!

It was at this moment that Zhao Yun seized the golden opportunity to break through the enemy's formation!

He rode gallop, galloped at high speed, interspersed among thousands of troops, like a slippery koi, and at the same time, mixed with an iron horse and golden weapon, he drove in awe-inspiring way.

Xia Houen, with two swords combined, is posing with a cool look, and is watching the battle between the two armies with a solemn face.

Suddenly, his pupils began to shrink gradually, and his lips trembled a little.

Zhao Yun himself was like a shooting star, rushing straight towards Xia Houyuan. The spear in his hand was like a ghostly poisonous snake, aiming at Xia Houen's throat from a distance.

The two hadn't fought each other yet, but Xia Houen was already overwhelmed by Zhao Yun's aura.

Although before the battle, he had fantasized that he leaned on the sky with his left hand, green with his right hand, and drank blood with his long sword to kill all directions, but that was all imagination after all.

When he really faced an unrivaled general like Zhao Yun and experienced the incomparable aura of the opponent, all his pride and conceit disappeared along with his timidity.

Seeing Zhao Yun getting closer and closer, Xia Houen finally stopped supporting the hero.

He clamped the horse's belly suddenly with his legs, turned the horse's head, and ran straight to the rear to escape in a panic.

The question is how could Zhao Yun let him go?

When it comes to horse riding and riding skills, Xia Houen is no match for Zhao Yun who was born in the North!The two are not on the same level at all.

It didn't take long for Xia Houen to be quickly overtaken by Zhao Zilong's white horse.

The silver spear also aimed at Xiahouen's neck like a shadow.

Xia Houen felt that someone was chasing after him, and he was frightened for a moment.

While galloping on the horse, he twisted his waist and desperately waved his pair of double swords towards the back. While slashing and pulling, he shouted loudly: "Go away! Go away! Go away!"

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

The long spear close to Xia Houen collided with the two swords of Yitian Qingzhi. The two swords cut the iron like mud, and in an instant, they cut off the tip of the silver spear in Zhao Yun's hand.

Unexpectedly, Xia Houen's blind strokes would have such a miraculous effect.

The two people who rode the horses and galloped were taken aback when they saw this.

Zhao Yun pinched the horse's belly between his legs to steer the horse, and squinted at the silver spear with the broken end in his hand.

When he turned his eyes to look at the two swords in Xia Houen's hand, Zhao Yun's eyes released a rare light of longing.

Xia Houen didn't know why, but also stared blankly at the gun with the tip cut off in Zhao Yun's hand, suddenly showing a look of enlightenment.

"So it's so unexpected that I, Xiahouen, have such a great potential for bravery? I am really a heavenly man! Is this the improper use of Wanfu?"

Xia Houen's self-righteous words reached Zhao Yun's ears sporadically.

Zhao Yun's heart suddenly became angry!

Cut off the end of my gun and brag in front of my face, isn't that the same as slapping me in the face with the sole of a shoe?

If you don't give you a bright spot, you really don't know who you are!

Thinking of this, Zhao Yun was unequivocal. He stretched out his hand and threw the broken gun on the ground. With his bare hands, he galloped straight towards Xia Houen.

Xia Houen broke Zhao Yun's weapon with a sword, and he was arrogant, and now is the time when he has no doubts in his heart.

Seeing Zhao Yun running towards him with bare hands, he laughed out loud, and raised his sword with both hands to strike at Zhao Yun's head!

Shouting while chopping:

"My man, I'm so fierce, you still dare to chase me? Today I will let you know what it means to be an overlord!"

Zhao Yun sneered, his legs tightened on the horse's belly, his buttocks left the saddle slightly, and he grabbed up with both hands, and it turned out that Ling Kong grabbed Xia Houen's two wrists.

"Come down for me!"

Zhao Yun yelled, pulled and lifted, and directly pulled Xia Houen from the horse's back, threw his hands, and threw it directly on the ground!

Xia Houen fell and ate shit, lying on the ground and screaming.

Zhao Yun turned over and jumped off the horse, walked to Xiahouen's side, first picked up the two swords from the ground, then swung the Yitian sword, and put the tip of the sword against Xiahouen's throat.

The cold air of the iron tool was transmitted from the tip of the sword to Xia Houen's neck, and the coolness pierced his bones.

"Ying, hero, spare my life!" Xia Houen stammered and shouted at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun sneered, and winked at Xia Houen.

"Overlord, get up first."

Under the pressure of the Yitian sword, Xia Houen raised his hands and slowly stood up from the ground.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Yun pouted at Xia Houen's back, and said: "Follow me, let the soldiers under your command abandon their weapons, squat on the ground, and surrender!"