The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Under the influence of these seven or eight soldiers, the formation of the soldiers of the Wen family in the rear was slightly chaotic, and their speed was even more stagnant.

"charge!"

scandium!scandium!scandium!scandium!

The spears in his hands clashed together continuously. Zhao Yun's strength on the spear was not terrifying, but every ounce of his strength was exerted to the extreme.

Zhao Yun's marksmanship is also incomparably mysterious, each move seems to be like a thunderous slash, gathering a momentum, making people feel that what Zhao Yun is holding in his hand is not a long spear at all, but a powerful spear. Life is like a dragon!

There is a strong momentum in the moves.Similarly, like when the Hulao is closed, Lu Bu at the peak, one man guards the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it; on the Dangyang Bridge, Zhang Fei yelled loudly, scaring Xia Houjie to death, all of which are extremely powerful performances.

Zhao Yun's eyes were suddenly introverted, and he turned upside down the weapon in his hand, the gentian silver spear, and shot it out with his backhand. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the spear turned into a silver light and went straight towards the crowd.

With the infusion of Qi Gang, the long spear in his hand shook out clusters of glaring blue gunshots, breaking waves wherever they went, like a rock tearing apart a huge wave.

"Puff puff puff puff!!!"

Blood sprayed everywhere, and the spear in Zhao Yun's hand kept flying, as if entering a land without people.

Almost every moment, cavalrymen from the Wen Chou Army fell from their horses.

860 Charge

Zhao Yun clearly knew that at this time, only by killing Wen Chou's army as soon as possible, could he take these soldiers who trusted him and look for opportunities to return to Youzhou.

Wen Chou's army is all battle-tested veterans, delaying time is a threat to the lives of his soldiers.

So, at this moment, Zhao Yun, who is usually like a good old man, finally revealed his majestic side, allowing his killing intent and all negative emotions to be completely released.

"Buzz!"

The spear counterattacked, showing its sharpness, and the Zhaoye Jade Qilin under its crotch neighed, and its body was covered with white light, and its vigorous limbs kicked like flying.

Zhao Ye Yu Qilin, which carried Zhao Yun, stepped forward and charged forward. Zhao Yun took the lead. He lowered his body and leaned on the back of Zhao Ye Yu Qi Lin's horse, with his spear leaning on his side and his arms stretched out.

Zhao Yun firmly grasped the silver spear, and pinched his legs on the horse's belly. Zhao Yeyu Qilin had a good understanding with its master, and immediately stepped forward with all four hooves, like a whirlwind, and rushed straight ahead.

One person, one horse, one spear, they were all combined together perfectly, and Zhao Yun's body was almost attached to the horse's back. With the help of a strong charge, the silver spear was like lightning, and the azure qi burst out.

Bearing the brunt, the shadows of guns burst out in an instant.

At first, one person let out a miserable groan, and a lot of blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices.

Countless capillaries on the surface of the body burst, and a large amount of blood was abruptly pierced by this sharp blow.

He seemed to have just climbed out of the river of blood, and turned into a blood man through and through. He fell heavily to the ground, his body twitched a few times, and died.

Zhao Yun's speed was as fast as lightning. As soon as the next soldier raised his knife, the hair on his sideburns was blown up with a whimper, and Zhao Yun's spear head pierced into his body without any suspense.

Zhao Yeyu Qilin's momentum continued to run forward, and Zhao Yun's spear picked up the soldiers weighing hundreds of catties into the air.

Dots of silver light have flickered in every space within a radius of five feet around Zhao Yun's body.

Prior to this, neither the enemy nor the enemy could have imagined that the white-armored general in front of him was so breathtakingly beautiful when he fired his gun.

A moment ago, it seemed to be an ordinary world, but in this moment, the whole world has been elevated to the realm of fantasy.The whirlwind that is as fine as raindrops, followed by the rain of spears that seem to be like living spirits, suddenly blooms like flowers.

The shadow of Zhao Yun's spear became erratic, and before they retreated, they had already locked on the cavalry of the opponent.

It feels like a flying insect trapped in a spider's web, with a pair of wings stuck to the spider's thread, and it seems that it can escape immediately after struggling, but the more you struggle, the tighter the sticking, and you can't fly high.

Under the sun, the silver-white spear tip is like thousands of light feathers, flying in all directions, but they are scattered in a random way, with a sense of rhythm that makes people feel extremely comfortable, and there is an extremely quiet feeling in the extreme movement.

Between the gun shadows, the softness is born from the rigidity, as if thousands of swaying and swaying silver dragons are born, and everyone is the target of attack.

In Zhao Yun's hands, marksmanship has become an art.

Even though these cavalry were all elites under Wen Chou's command, under his command, they were as vulnerable as chickens and dogs.

All of a sudden, they only felt thousands of small cyclones that were so powerful that they stopped breathing and cut the skin, rushing towards their heads, making everyone feel that the only way is to go backwards, backwards continuously, But the gun came too fast,

The sound of "clang" is endless, and the sound of countless weapons clashing is like a sudden sound, which shows how frightening the speed of this spear technique is.

With a shake of his hands, a huge qi gang instantly poured into the spear. At this moment, he no longer had any reservations.

A section of gun light suddenly appeared on the tip of the spear, and the azure light stretched and fluctuated, like the dragon's kiss of a long dragon, which made people dare not look directly at it.

"Kill!" Zhao Yun let out a long roar, and his energy and spirit suddenly gathered and reached the peak.

In this long roar, it seems that even the whole world has changed color, and everyone's ears are buzzing.

At this moment, everyone's eyes changed. Looking in the direction of the voice, they all felt that a catastrophe was imminent.

Suddenly, the long whistle that seemed to fill every corner of the world stopped.

The whistling sound came so suddenly, and when it stopped, it was also so unexpected.

For a while, the powerful noise pouring into the ears could not disappear in a short time, and it made people feel extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.

Even when they were in such a tense situation, even the soldiers of the Wen Family Army in the front row couldn't help but trembled all of a sudden.

The hair-raising aura seemed to cover many soldiers of the Wen Family Army at that moment.

All ordinary soldiers with insufficient strength could not help but feel a feeling of weakness in their legs and feet when they faced Zhao Yun.

However, although there were some bad premonitions, everyone hesitated for a while, and still chose to continue charging.

After all, their chief general is Wen Chou, a well-known general in Hebei, and everyone is a veteran who has experienced many battles.

"Kill!"

At this time, they all knew that this was the time of life and death.

Everyone clenched their weapons tightly, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

There was tension in the eyes of these soldiers. At this juncture, there was no room for anyone to back down.

The eyes of the people in the front row have already reflected the figure of the general in white armor in front of them, and they can even hear the voice from themselves and their colleagues around them.

There was even the sound of heavy breathing from the mouths and noses of the comrades in front, and the battle was about to break out.

"Kill! Concentrate the evil spirit and charge in formation!" The centurion of this group of Wen family cavalry stepped forward immediately and shouted loudly.

At this moment, as he shouted violently, hundreds of soldiers who followed behind him also drew their swords at the same time.

At this moment, their movements were in unison, as if they were one person, and a tragic and powerful momentum suddenly condensed into one point at this moment. Presumably, even ordinary generals may not dare to charge directly after feeling this momentum. .

In front of Wen Jiajun, the white-armored general galloped on his horse and charged towards him like the wind.