Xiahou Dun put aside Guan Jing in front of him and looked back at the soldiers behind him.

I saw a twenty-year-old boy, with a body as tall and straight as a pine tree, an aura as strong as the blazing sun, and a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars under his sword-shaped brows. Tens of thousands of cavalrymen from afar were already charging towards Xiahou Dun's army formation.

Zhao Yun leads countless Baima Congyi, all of them are dressed in beautiful clothes, have handsome horses, and are high-spirited. They are young, rich, and have a bright future. They are indeed the most popular people in the world. They are all Baima Congyi, and they are all heroic kings who have roamed the desert for many years.

Xiahou Dun looked at the stern-faced general in the center with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He held the gentian spear in his hand and was fighting towards him.

Xiahou Dun smiled evilly and said: "It's coming, it's coming, it's finally coming..."

Xiahou Dun smiled slightly, but just after he smiled, he felt an invisible force attacking him, and this sense of oppression became stronger and stronger. Zhao Yun, who was charging forward, also felt the blood in his chest.

Shocked, I felt a strong impact. This is a duel between masters, this is a struggle of strength.

Zhao Yun, since he was born, has only encountered one Wen Chou, an opponent who can fight against Lu Bu, and the Xiahou Dun in front of him today is starting to feel a little oppressive. This is the second time he has encountered this situation. "It's no wonder he is Cao Cao's subordinate."

The first general." Zhao Yun's white horse instantly stepped into Xiahou Dun's army.

In the formation, Zhao Yun was seen using his own unique skill. With one move, he waved the dragon's tail, and knocked fifty-six cavalrymen off their horses. Then he used another move, "Hidden Dragon Out of the Water," and countless soldiers fell off their horses.

Moreover, they were all scratched with kisses on their throats, and the strength was enough to give them a chance of death.

When Zhao Yun reached Xiahou Dun, he suddenly felt so proud that he reined in his horse and pointed his spear at Ma Chao.

He shouted loudly: "Xiahou Dun, if you dare to kill my brother, you will die!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly, galloped his horse to meet him, and in an instant he was lying in front of Xiahou Dun like an iron tower. The spear in his hand turned into a flying dragon, carrying a fierce force.

Incomparable strength swept out.

The spear that looked like a flying dragon pierced Xiahou Dun in an instant. The moment the spear pierced, it seemed to gather and absorb all the surrounding air.

A strange vortex has been formed in the center of Zhao Yun, and the huge suction force tightly wraps Zhao Yun's body in it, making it inevitable to avoid it.

The spear stabbed Xiahou Dun gently, and Xiahou Dun hurriedly used the spear in his hand to hold it back. The cross section of the spear blocked the Gendan Divine Spear.

With just one move, Xiahou Dun instantly felt as if his internal organs had been knocked over... and then there were several more moves. After a fight, Zhao Yun already knew that Xiahou Dun's marksmanship was more than exquisite, but he was inferior to Xiahou Dun in terms of strength and subtlety.

Zhao Yun knew that now was not the time to get entangled with the other party. He needed to use up what he had learned in his life and quickly reverse the current situation of the battle.

"Dang - Dang" was another move, and the two spears burst out with countless sparks. Countless people were stunned. Then Zhao Yun used the move Flying Dragon in the Sky, and his gentian spear hit Xiahou Dun hard.

On the back of the breast shield, the breast shield was shattered in an instant.

Xiahou Dun, on the other hand, instantly felt his internal organs surging and suddenly couldn't hold on anymore. The spear was instantly thrown to the ground. If Xiahou Dun hadn't held on to his saddle, he would have fallen off his horse at this moment.

"P-p-p!"

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spit out.

Xiahou Dun, in the end, had no choice but to slap his horse and walk away. After Xiahou Dun slapped his horse and walked away, the entire Cao army started to move around like headless flies, without a backbone... All the Chu army soldiers began to raise their long swords in their hands.

and spears, and the swords, spears and blades instantly clashed

Dust filled the sky, and the soldiers of the two soldiers who were fighting fiercely dropped their horses one after another. In the rolling battle group, wherever Zhao Yun's gun hit, blood splattered in all directions. Zhao Yun pursued Xiahou Dun all the way, hoping to annihilate him in one fell swoop.

This is Cao Cao's first general.

Seeing his eldest brother being chased by the general behind him, Xia Houjie shook the gun in his hand, then stepped forward and shouted: "Enemy general, don't hurt my eldest brother, Xia Houjie is here."

Zhao Yun was killing more and more fiercely at this time. At this time, he didn't pay attention to Xia Houjie at all. He just shot a dragon into the sea and cut Xia Houjie in half from the top of his head to his waist.

In an instant, all the soldiers of the Chu army raised their weapons one after another, and the big flag with the word "Zhao" flew proudly on the entire battlefield. All the soldiers of Baima Congyi became more and more brave as they fought, and the shouts of killing shook the world.

Discoloration.

Cao's army, which had just regained its fighting strength, completely collapsed again. Having lost their fighting spirit, they could only allow all the Chu soldiers to massacre. Zhao Yun led the white horse Congyi to pursue and kill Xiahou Dun's camp, until their horses were all gone.

He started to feel sluggish and hungry, and then returned to Shouchun City. On the way back, Guan Jing asked: "General, why did you come out without waiting at the mouth of the valley to intercept the enemy troops?"

Zhao Yun smiled and said: "General Guan, if I had arrived a step later, I don't know if our Shouchun City is still there."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all the Demon General's fault. General Zhou died for his country this time."

"General, there is a fate of life and death. We cannot force everyone to survive. Let us all wish General Zhou Dan a good journey."

Zhao Yun looked at the sky, the sun was setting in the west, and the fiery red sunset illuminated the entire Shouchun land. Zhao Yun and Guan Jing looked behind them, and countless blood gathered into a dark red swamp, stretching all the way to the north. On the blood swamp,

Countless mutilated corpses are scattered all over the place

, like an embellishment on the red carpet. In the sky above, a group of circling crows are already chirping excitedly, ready to enjoy this gluttonous feast on the ground. On the battlefield, the blood-stained flag with the word "Zhao"
Chapter completed!