The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

"Clang!" The guns and knives intersected heavily, and the bluish-red rays of light intersected each other. The color of the clash made some soldiers of the two armies who were a little closer cover their ears.

The two generals Xiahou Dun and Zhang Liao were bounced away by the huge force, and they hurriedly grabbed the horses under their crotches, and the horses turned several times before they stopped.

"Xiahou Yuanrang? It's really extraordinary!" Zhang Liao secretly moved his slightly numb arm, groaning secretly.

"Okay! Sure enough! Come again!" Xiahou Dun stabbed Zhang Liao three times with a frenzied expression on his face.

This time Xiahou Dun didn't show that amazing speed, but Zhang Liao felt so strong that his hands were numb.

After entering the fighting state, Xiahou Dun was very excited, waving the iron spear in his hand, and the turbulent flow caused by the spear made Zhang Liao retreat involuntarily.

The cries of both sides and the sound of drums frantically stimulated the two people on the battlefield, and also stimulated all the soldiers, and the morale of both sides continued to rise.

At this time, the two generals who passed by each other had already confronted each other again, quietly gaining momentum like Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, their eyes were firm and steady, and their aura was tightly locked on their opponents.

Against such a background, the second general was somewhat affected.

The blood began to surge.

Zhang Liao's eyes gradually changed, becoming as sharp as a knife.

Usually his eyes are very gentle, only when he holds the weapon will there be such a change.

But at this time, the persistence in his heart was aroused.

Firm and sharp, in an instant, Zhang Liao was like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Xiahou Yuanrang, kill me!"

In the next moment, Zhang Liao raised his head slightly, and a strong fighting spirit suddenly burst out from his deep eyes.

He is gaining momentum!

Accumulating momentum is actually a process of compressing the Qi Gang in the body, and the compressed Qi Gang can burst out powerful attack power.

Of course, the consumption of one's own spiritual power is also several times that of using the same skill.

However, for battlefield confrontation, one move is enough!

The sharp knife light with a green light condensed into a line, like a flash of lightning.

Before the sword arrived, Xiahou Dun had already been firmly locked in by its killing intent.

A streak of saber light, wandering among the shadows of Xiahou Dun's guns,

Breaking through Xiahou's false move, he slashed his shoulder with a knife and then let out a muffled groan.

"What~~!"

Xiahou Dun looked at his left arm in disbelief, only to see that the armor was damaged and blood was gushing out.

There was a little shock and a little curiosity in his eyes.

Of course, there was no cowardice in his eyes, and the eyes of the two collided in the air, as if sparks were about to be sparked.

At this moment, Xiahou Dun felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

What a joy!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...!

Amidst the loud laughter, Xiahou Dun's whole demeanor suddenly became different.

He has red eyes, but the aura on his body is still gushing out. During the period of speaking, he was forced to put on a layer of red and black, flowing brilliance of the real armor.

A scarlet light shines from the iron spear held in his hand, the red light is dazzling, as if exaggerated, even the eyes suddenly burst into a manic blood red.

Xiahoudun, who became serious, suddenly became more and more aggressive.

Come and don't come, it's indecent!

"Zhang Liao, shoot me!"

With a roar, the stormy attack stopped, and the iron spear in his hand seemed to suddenly become a hundred times heavier, and as if the air had become thicker, it rushed out slowly and quickly.

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"It's really... ferocious!"

Zhang Liao steered the horse, and reluctantly staggered his position with Xiahou Dun, his whole body erupted with a green vigor, the spear that Xiahou Dun stabbed just now was really extraordinary.

If he guessed correctly, Xiahou Dun definitely had the special ability of appearance in that shot just now.

He could clearly feel a dull aura from it.

It was a very dignified and fierce atmosphere.

Even at the moment when that aura erupted, suppressed by Xiahou Dun's sudden eruption of murderous aura, even the blue aura on Zhang Liao's body gradually retracted, and finally wrapped around his body, forming a translucent cyan armor.

At this time, Xiahoudun showed more and more bravery. With his ape arms stretched, he almost danced the spear in his hand into a circle, like a dark red python wrapping around him.

Huge power, piercing the air again and again with a strong explosion.

It was too ferocious, gusts of red energy burst out, and under Xiahou Dun's crazy attack, the surging and huge energy was almost condensed into substance.

Therefore, even Zhang Liao, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but feel a little moved when facing Xiahou Dun's attack.

However, although the attack is too fierce, Zhang Wenyuan is not without means to deal with it!

Facing the red aura coming from the pavement, Zhang Liao did not panic, and pulled the rein with his left hand fiercely. That strong wrist actually lifted the horse that had stepped down, and lifted its front hooves off the ground. At the same time, Zhang Liao clamped his legs together. Ma belly, the body turned around.

While narrowly dodging Xiahoudun's spear attack, Zhang Liao found the right moment and slashed out the broadsword in his right hand.

Dazzling blue light erupted in his hands. Although Xiahou Dun also released the Qi Gang body shield, under the impact of the blue light, his body shook slightly and he took half a step back.

"Be careful, next, I will do my best!" Zhang Liao shouted, reminding Xiahou Dun.

Next, Zhang Liao's momentum went up to a higher level.

Even the hair hanging on both sides of the helmet fluttered around, agitated by the wind, and suddenly burst out a very strong air pressure, like a strong wind, rustling the armor on Zhang Liao's body.

Accompanied by the knife blade in his hand falling towards the ground, the dense airflow gathered in the sky suddenly hit the ground at an extremely fast speed. For a while, the strong wind pressure seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

While Xiahou Dun was still surprised by Zhang Liao's words, suddenly, a very strong gust of wind passed by his side, taking away a few strands of Xiahou Dun's hair.

How can it be?

Xiahou Dun's eyes were wide open, and he was a little stunned. He looked at the strands of hair floating in front of his eyes in surprise, and slowly turned his head to look at the ground, his pupils dilated.