Zhao Yun sneered without saying anything. He stepped forward with his gun and launched a charge!

Challenge a group of people with one person!

Qin Yilu of Tongquetai was so eager to perform his meritorious service that he surpassed Fan Chou of the Wine Temple and was less than three meters away from Zhao Yun. A few drops of Hu Lie's blood even spilled on his face.

"Brother Zhao, spare your life!" Qin Yilu's strength was only about half as strong as Hu Lie's. He was so frightened that he jumped forward and knelt down to beg for mercy. It was really shocking.

"Pfft!" Zhao Yun penetrated his heart without any hesitation. Don't you think it's a little late to say this now?

"Come together, and all the treasures he has on him will be divided equally!"

"Yes, I heard that Zhao Wuji's son has dozens of ninth-level spiritual grasses and hundreds of eighth-level spiritual grasses on his body. As long as we kill him, everyone's trip will be worthwhile!"

"There are also Xuanmen rewards, let's share them equally!"

"Kill!"

The wealth and silk moved people's hearts. Even if the blood of the two corpses was still wet, they could not resist the temptation of the ninth-level spiritual grass. Fifty or sixty people attacked from different directions.

Zhao Yun licked his lips and suddenly felt that this was a good place and it was a good time to indulge as much as he wanted!

The night is dark and windy, with stars and lights in the sky, a bloody heart and a murderous gun!

"Bang, bang, bang!" The gun light and the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword wiped out countless flames one after another. Zhao Yun could no longer kill people as cleanly and neatly as before, because every time he would be restrained by dangers from behind or to the left and right.

Seeing that Zhao Yun was restrained, everyone became more energetic, thinking that he was just a bluff before, and more people surrounded him.

"Kill!" Zhao Yun hunted in robes, the gun tip pierced with a loud sound, inserted into the throat of a beautiful woman in the shadow of the sword, and when the blood spattered, he swung the gun and scratched the chest of another man in leather armor!

"The Tongque Terrace fell in Xiangxiang, and the Yuan family in Runan was Zhang Nan!" Someone revealed the name of the deceased, but it was too late to report it because Zhao Yun killed him too quickly.

"Puff, puff, puff!" After more than ten shots in a row, Zhao Yun shot dead souls back to the west. The Wuxiang Jing became more and more perfect under his hands. He was unable to form, formless and shadowless, and the effect was extremely good in group battles.

.

"Don't show any mercy to this boy's evil nature!"

"Fire Sun Blade!"

"Hurricane Sword!"

"Ruthless Iron Hand!"

The pile of corpses on the ground could not cool down the greedy fanaticism, and the famous stunts broke out at the same time. Zhao Yun was covered by all kinds of dazzling lights and wind and waves, unable to see or hear, and he was as lonely as fish and meat, just waiting for a knife.

"Broken!" Courage and power are combined, and people and hearts are combined. What Zhao Yun sees in his eyes is not a crisis, but a human sandbag to vent his anger!

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the spear came out like a dragon. Zhao Yun stepped into the air. With the strength of the spear in the palm position state and Fu Feng's death-like thoughts, the flaming spear spun 360 degrees, with a harsh sound.

The sounds of collisions were heard one after another, and smoke and fog were everywhere, obscuring everyone's vision.

After getting rid of everyone, Zhao Yun quickly took action, killing two more people with one shot, then turned around and stabbed, killing another person!

"At the end of the battle, don't retreat, continue the siege!"

"Show your real skills, you're just a country boy, what are you afraid of!"

"Kill him!"

Facts have proved that instigation can sometimes really lead to people getting carried away. Even though there were more than twenty corpses lying around Zhao Yun, there were still people who did not believe in evil and came one after another to die.

"Suppress!" Zhao Yun was understanding the spear's momentum while fighting. He could clearly feel that none of these people had grasped the momentum to the level of palm, so his spear was at an absolute advantage. It gave him the feeling of suppression, not only

Suppression in terms of momentum is also crushing in terms of strength. Although these people are many, they are actually not on the same level at all.

"Sure enough, it is one realm and one earth. I wonder how strong the power of the self-prestige realm must be?" Zhao Yun thought, but in fact, he did not realize that as more and more dead souls were killed under the gun, his power was changing little by little. In the future,

It's self-prestigious, but also has a little more charm.

"Whoosh!" Just when Zhao Yunsha was on the rise and unable to extricate himself, there was a sharp sound of breaking wind behind him, and the bow and arrow man was back again!

This time, Zhao Yun had something

Distracted, the arrow flew past his neck and almost sent him away!

"Son of a bitch!" Zhao Yun was angry, turned around, shot two people in succession, and ran towards the man with the bow and arrow, but the others couldn't do what he wanted, blocking the way.

It is easy to dodge open spears and difficult to defend against hidden arrows. Under the siege of so many people, it is difficult for Zhao Yun to guard against the archer man. Moreover, the arrows shot by the latter are extraordinary in strength and accuracy, making them difficult to guard against.

"The Yi God Clan Langxun!"

"It's strange. Didn't the Yi Clan receive favor from Zhao Wuji? How could they deal with his son?"

"The God of War was saved by Zhao Wuji, isn't he the same?"

"Be careful!"

"The Yi God Clan was also forced to have no choice. The one in their family severely injured the Phoenix God of Shu Pavilion with a sun-shooting arrow. The two families formed a life-and-death feud. Shu Pavilion and Zhao Wuji also had a sworn relationship. Friends of the enemy are enemies, so

That’s it.”

"The world is so complicated!"

…

Over there, when Lang Xun of the Yi God Clan was about to take action again, he suddenly felt a fatal crisis and hurriedly turned around. Almost as soon as he turned around, his arrow had already shot out, but at this time, a sword had already been inserted into his

heart!

Not far away, Yuan Yi, a direct descendant of the Runan Yuan family, said angrily to another group of people: "Didn't I agree not to interfere!"

"You are allowed to have Ma Zai, but he is not allowed to have one? Look clearly, he is from Changshan County!"

"How could a bumpkin from Changshan kill Lang Xun quietly?"

"You don't even know the martial arts of God, you don't know who you are!"

"What kind of bloody martial arts?"

When Yuan Yizheng was in confusion, someone nearby poked him and said: "The birth of Tiansha Wumai is known to all the major forces, but your family didn't tell you?"

Yuan Yi was dumbfounded, their adults really never told him!

Yuan Yi sipped his saliva in embarrassment and said, "What's so great about God's martial arts! He killed Lang Xun, and that guy Wu Feng will never let him go!"

Speaking of Wufeng, everyone was sighing. He was definitely a ruthless person with unparalleled archery skills. Even the top geniuses were afraid of him shooting cold arrows from behind. But Wufeng and Langxun were brothers, and they had a deep relationship!

But so what if you say it, the one who takes action doesn't care, anyone who touches his brother will die, not to mention Lang Xunwufeng, even his father!

Gao Shun possesses the Heavenly Killing Martial Vein, so naturally he cannot hide it from the big shots drinking tea in the clouds. In fact, including Xian Duan's Dao Demon Martial Vein, it has not escaped their eyes. It is just because of the special nature of this era that no matter what martial arts you have,

The upper limit of pulse is just like that, so the big shots just talk about it and ignore it.

Of course, I don’t know if someone had the idea secretly.

Gao Shun did not continue to take action. He only needed to help Zhao Yun clean up the culprits and leave the rest to his brother. He knew how angry Zhao Yun was recently and needed to vent.

After seeing Gao Shun, Zhao Yun no longer had any worries and started his crazy journey.

"Haha, Shunzi, help your brother to capture the formation. No one is allowed to escape. Anyone who escapes will be killed!"

After Lang Xunyi's death and the corpses on the ground, everyone lost their initial madness and calmed down one by one. The baby is important, but life is more important.

As a result, some people began to retreat and prepared to quietly withdraw from the battlefield, but Gao Shun blocked their way!

"Get away, you wild boy!"

"You killed Lang Xun in a sneak attack. Do you really think you are a master?"

"If you can't kill Zhao Wuji's son, how can you still kill a little ***?"

Facts have proved that bad words can lead to death, and when the words "wild boy" and "little ***" are spoken, even Zhao Yun sweats for them.

Sure enough, a hint of coldness flashed under Gao Shun's calm eyes, and he stepped forward. The three of them were already ready to fight back, but they couldn't even touch his shadow.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Gao Shun first broke their weapon-holding arms with three swords, and then broke the other three arms with three swords, and then three swords, and three swords again, until everyone was reduced to more than ten pieces.

Then he returned to his original position.

What is worth highlighting is that the two heads of the wild boy and the little *** are split into two parts through their mouths!

"Gu..." Seeing this scene, many people swallowed their saliva. Although they have killed many people, they are rarely so cruel.

"The Heavenly Slaughter Martial Pulse..." Many people thought of the legend about the Heavenly Slaughter Martial Pulse and couldn't help but re-evaluate Gao Shun.

After the three of them, several more people prepared to leave the battlefield, and all of them died miserably. In the end, the remaining people finally understood that if they fight against the son of Zhao Wuji, they can die faster and have a better chance of surviving.

, but if you escape, you will die faster and more miserably!

So the remaining twenty or so people swarmed around Zhao Yun again, and each of them was determined to die, using their best skills to press the box.

Someone next to Yuan Yi commented: "Zhao Wuji's son is not as unbearable as he imagined, but that's it. Now the people on the stage are just second-rate characters from the major forces, and there is no real genius yet."

Near the speaker, there was an old acquaintance of Zhao Yun, Samoko of the Fire Barbarian tribe. Next to him, stood another talented descendant of the Fire Barbarian tribe. He had strong muscles and an arrogant look. He snorted: "If those people hadn't been meddling in other people's business."

, I can beat him to the ground with his teeth alone!"

"At best, you've reached the peak of your bravery. It's not bad in a place like Changshan. In our eyes, you're just a frog in the well."

…

Not far from these people who slandered or disdained Zhao Yun, there was another group of people, including Miss Guan Er and Guan Suo, as well as the two people who came with the Shu Kuangzu. It was precisely because of the existence of these people that they restrained

Zhao Yun would have been really in trouble if he had become the most talented person from the powerful forces such as Xuanmen and Runan Yuan Clan.

After hearing what they said, Guan Suo said disdainfully: "Who can't brag? They only know how to fight in groups. If you have the guts, go up and fight!"

"If it's a one-on-one fight, do you care?"

Faced with this problem, everyone on Guan Suo's side frowned, "Never mind, others are singled out, you, the son of Zhao Wuji, can't be cowardly, right? Never mind, after all, you are from a small place in Changshan, if you are tortured to death."

It's hard to explain to the elders in the clan.

At this time, someone said: "Zhao Wuji's son, if he can't catch him in a one-on-one challenge, then do we still need to take care of him?"


Chapter completed!