Sui and Tang Dynasties Summons

Chapter 65
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The wind came from the north, and in the wind was the smell of blood.

Lu Meng Qingqi broke through, but Yang Lin planned to ambush a large number of troops at the south gate, and was being killed by the ambush army at this time.

The four major eunuchs besieged Lu Meng, and Lu Meng was thrown off his horse. Li Wanyi went straight to correct Lu Meng, but Lu Meng had no time to react, so he closed his eyes and yelled.

"My life is over!"

A spear pierced through the air and stabbed Lu Meng.

It was too late and then it was too fast, when the spear was about to stab Lu Meng within two inches, a silver light flashed, shining a stream of light in everyone's eyes.

A beam of Changhong pierced through the sky and directly knocked away the spear in Li Wan's hand, flying six feet away.

"Who? Who dares to play such a sneak attack?" Tie Shuo in Li Wan's hand was directly sent flying by a violent force, his eyes were filled with fear immediately, and he looked towards the place where the silver light came.

Lu Meng thought that he was going to die, so he closed his eyes, but he didn't see the pain of the cold wind penetrating through his body for a long time, so he slowly opened his eyes and looked forward.

"Zi Zilong?" Lu Meng said these two words one by one.

I saw at the other end of the road, riding a Zhaoye jade lion roaring trombone, wearing a white dragon shining silver armor, wearing a dragon roaring white tasseled helmet, and a white robe behind him against the white hair. Heroic.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong is here, who dares to hurt my brother!" Zhao Yun shot the gentian silver spear just now in order to save Lu Meng, and slowly took out the long spear wrapped in black cloth behind his back.

"Hmph, no one, brothers, let's go together, first kill this ignorant guy, and then kill this Lu Meng!" Luo Fang sneered coldly, without saying that Zhao Yun was in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go together and kill him!" Yang Xiong roared, rode his horse and rushed over with the other three, each raised their weapons, and the horseshoes stepped out layers of smoke and sand on the sand dunes.

Looking at the four people rushing forward, Zhao Yun removed the black cloth, revealing a blood-red long spear exuding layers of hostility, startling the flocks of nearby birds to fly away.

Zhao Yun stationed his horse and held his spear, motionless as a mountain, exuding an innate calmness and determination all over his body.

"Detect that Zhao Yun is in a fighting state, force +1, and the current force has risen to 100, please pay attention to the host!"

Chen Tian, ​​who was in Nanyang, suddenly received the prompt message from the system in his mind, put his hands on his chin, pondered for a moment,
"It seems that Zilong has already matched up with them."

Li Xiang raised the huge iron axe, which caused the air current to vibrate, and directly slashed at Zhao Yun.

"Zilong be careful!" Lu Meng saw Li Xiang strike with an axe, but Zhao Yun didn't react at all, so he hurriedly shouted.

Suddenly, the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth raised a cold smile.

Before even a single ax could be reached, blood spattered across the battlefield from every shot.

Zhao Yun shot in the air, and the Liuguang Minghuo gun in his hand turned into a red light, which directly penetrated the huge axe, stained with layers of blood, and directly stabbed Li Xiang away.

"This is impossible!" Li Xiang never dreamed that the unnamed general in front of him, with just one move, not only pierced his own axe, but actually pierced his body continuously, and the cold wind flowed into the blood hole, dripping and gushing. A column of blood came out, and he could no longer move for half a minute.

Zhao Yun's robbing was unpredictable, but no one knew about the 80% force that killed Li Xiang in an instant.

The maple leaves fell down and covered the tip of the streamer's musket, stained with layers of blood, and instantly crushed into two pieces.

Yang Xiong, Luo Fang, and Li Wan's faces were completely pale. In just one round, they lost a brother. Their eyes were full of fear, and their pupils dilated rapidly because of this fear.

"It was detected that Zhao Yunzhen killed Li Xiang, the monarch point +5, the current host has 84 monarch points, please pay attention to the host!"

Yang Xiong saw that the situation was unfavorable, but there were still three of them, and they still had an army of [-], why bother to mess up the situation because of one person.

"Big brother, third brother, let's kill this guy together to avenge fourth brother!" Yang Xiong cheered up and shouted.

Luo Fang and Li Wan suddenly recovered from their fear, "Yes! To avenge the fourth brother, kill him!"

The three of them picked up their weapons again, with a knife, a spear, and a spear, and charged directly at Zhao Yun. The three of them struck with all their strength, and ordinary people would definitely not be able to withstand such a domineering blow.

And Zhao Yun is such a person?
Zhao Yun swept across his stern face and smiled lightly, the blood spear in his hand surged again, replacing the stick with a spear, and swept across directly.

Keng!
There was a sound of metal collisions that shocked the mountains and forests, and a knife, a gun, and a spear were directly thrown out.

Luo Fang was shocked, his tiger's mouth was shattered, his hands were full of blood, his fear of Zhao Yun reached the extreme, he ignored Yang Xiong and Li Wan, turned around and ran back to his horse.

Zhao Yun's body trembled slightly, and the spear in his hand was like a tiger descending the mountain again, fiercely piercing several phantoms, a bloody light splashed again, and the point of the spear was unbiased, piercing through Luo Fang's right shoulder, forming a huge blood hole.

A large stream of blood spurted out, Luo Fang let out a scream, and his whole body was thrown backwards, falling heavily seven steps away.

Zhao Yun rode his horsewhip, and his robe drew a streamline in the air. He immediately drew out the Qinghong sword that came along with him, and returned the sword with his head.

"Ah, you dare to kill my elder brother, I will fight you today!" Yang Xiong roared, and was about to step forward to fight Zhao Yun to the death.

"Thirteenth brother, no, this Zhao Yun is too powerful, we should hurry back and inform the father, and let the father lead the army to encircle and suppress."

Li Wan saw that Zhao Yun killed Li Xiang with one move, and then killed Luo Fang with another move.

At this moment, he was staring deeply at Zhao Yun, like looking at a devil in hell, with only one thought in his eyes, escape!
Li Wan hurriedly pulled Yang Xiong, and ran as soon as he got back to his horse. Although Yang Xiong was impulsive, but considering that he was not Zhao Yun's opponent, he had no choice but to retreat.

The two galloped away, leaving only the echoing smoke and fearful eyes.

Zhao Yun sneered, looked at the Liuguang Minghugun in his hand in awe, carefully wiped off the blood stains on it, wrapped it up again, and hung it on the silver armor.

Turning over and dismounting, he pulled out the gentian silver gun stuck in the tree, and held it in his hand again.

"I said Zilong, when did you become so powerful?"

The scene just now was all witnessed by Lu Meng. He couldn't believe that the young Zhao Yunru had such ordinary marksmanship.

The grimness on Zhao Yun's face dissipated immediately, and instead, he patted Lu Meng on the shoulder as if he had reunited with an old friend after a long absence, "It's a long story, you'd better leave quickly, otherwise I think Yang Lin will lead his troops to kill him." coming."

"What about you?" Lu Meng nodded, and then looked at Zhao Yun who was a foot taller than him with a bit of worry in his eyes.

"I'm here alone!"

(To be continued.)
(End of this chapter)