At present, Zhao Yun was so powerful. In order to prevent Zhao Yun's bravery from hitting the morale of the army again, Yang Huai finally couldn't hold it back. He used the Saint King Death Guard to get rid of Zhao Yun in one go.
As for the other cavalry troops brought by Yang Huai this time, Yang Huai always arranged them behind the formation. The reason is simple. The cavalry may have high attack power, but it is reflected in the front of the two armies. The charge is on the front line. Previously, Zhao Yun and others had been heavily surrounded, surrounded by Xia's soldiers. Launching the cavalry would hurt their own soldiers and horses. Now only Zhao Yun is left, and it is not suitable to use cavalry.
As soon as the Saint King Death Guard was dispatched, the Xia Jiajun soldiers who stood in front of the Saint King Death Guard stepped aside. But there were many Xia's soldiers around Zhao Yun, and they still remembered the generous reward for beheading Zhao Yun.
Now it's hard to wait until all of Zhao Yun's subordinates are dead, and Zhao Yun is left alone to place orders. Although Zhao Yun is too bad, but if he is in danger, he can make himself a bargain. With such a mentality, the Xia Jiajun soldiers went forward one by one, and kept rushing towards Zhao Yun.
As for these enemies, Zhao Yun naturally would not show mercy, and while he rode his horse forward, he danced the silver spear in his hand to assassinate the enemies that rushed to his side one by one. The blood sprayed from the enemy had already soaked Zhao Yun's body up and down, but Zhao Yun's arms were like machines, constantly repeating the assassination action.
Use the simplest actions to kill the enemy in the fastest time. This is what Zhao Yun taught him when he was learning spearmanship on the first day in Taihang Mountain. After so many years, Zhao Yun has always insisted on this training. Today, the training of the past helped him again.
"Big Brother!" A cry of exclamation suddenly came from Zhao Yun's left, but a Xia Jiajun soldier stared red eyes and looked sadly at a soldier who had just been stabbed in the throat by Zhao Yun and died. Needless to say, , The two must be brothers. Watching his brother shoot a bloody arrow from his throat, seeing that he can't live anymore, the soldier's face suddenly showed a hideous color, and he roared, leaping high, holding a single knife in his hand and slamming towards Zhao Yun. He cut it off, and shouted loudly: "I'm going to kill you to avenge my elder brother!"
The spirit is respectable, but the reality is cruel. Before he could get close to Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun’s silver spear was lightly flicked on his chest like lightning, bringing a blood stain, and the soldier was lost in a blink of an eye. With the strength of the support, it fell directly from the air. But Zhao Yun didn't even look at him. For Zhao Yun, this soldier was too insignificant.
However, Zhao Yun did not expect that the Xia Jiajun soldier who was swept in the chest by Zhao Yunyin's spear and had no armor protection did not die immediately. With the last trace of hatred towards Zhao Yun, the soldier climbed up from the ground forcibly, and with a strong kick, the whole person slammed into the horse that Zhao Yun was sitting on. Zhao Yun didn't notice it for a while, causing him to hit him straight. The horse that was already at the end of the crossbow could no longer support it. He let out a neigh and fell directly to the ground. Even Zhao Yun also fell heavily with him.
The Xia Jiajun soldiers were overjoyed when they saw Zhao Yun falling towards him. They raised their swords and stab Zhao Yun in the air, waiting for Zhao Yun to fall, stabbing Zhao Yun into a hornet's nest. However, Zhao Yun's eyes were quick and quick, and at the moment when he was about to be stabbed by a weapon, the silver spear in his hand swept away, sweeping all the enemies below to the ground, and then, another backhand shot with a silver spear on the ground. Support, with this strength, it barely fell to the ground and stood still.
As soon as Zhao Yun stood firm, he immediately looked back, but at this look, Zhao Yun's eyes immediately turned red. After the war horse fell, it was quickly surrounded by Xia Jiajun soldiers around it, and it was chopped off with a knife and turned into a puddle of flesh in a blink of an eye.
"You all deserve to die." Zhao Yun was angry, really angry. Although it was only a war horse, over the years, this war horse had accompanied him on his battles for many years. In Zhao Yun's mind, it was more like a comrade-in-arms who shared life and death.
What's more, just this way, if it weren't for the fighting horse's hard work, I wouldn't be able to get here. Seeing that the warhorse was beheaded by these Xia Jiajun soldiers, Zhao Yun's eyes faintly appeared in front of the warhorse's smart eyes, a direct anger. Then it burst out from Zhao Yun.
As Zhao Yun's roar sounded, a vaguely visible airflow centered on Zhao Yun and spewed towards the surroundings. The Xia Jiajun soldiers who were close by were almost untenable. Immediately afterwards, only a silver light flashed, Zhao Yun's figure disappeared from the place, and the next moment, it appeared on the head of Xia Jiajun soldiers in one of the directions.
"Go to hell!" Those Xia Jiajun soldiers who were shrouded in the shadow could only hear this anger, and then a huā immediately before their eyes, no more feelings. But in the eyes of the surrounding soldiers, they could see clearly. As soon as Zhao Yun flew into the air, the silver spear in his hand turned into countless shadows, directly covering the nearly twenty people under him, waiting for Zhao Yun's body. After falling and the shadow of the gun dispersed, Zhao Yun's feet were already a bloody corpse.
After killing these more than twenty people, Zhao Yun's head suddenly twisted, and the bitter cold light swept across the surroundings. Those Xia Jiajun soldiers who had originally wanted to kill Zhao Yunbo for a wealthy Xia family were involuntary. The body trembled. Especially when Zhao Yun's mouth grinned, he was like a demon in hell, covered in blood, and his sense of fear spewed out like a flood breaking through a dam. Many Xia Jiajun soldiers simply threw their weapons to the ground, shouted "God", turned their heads and ran away.
But they wanted to run, but Zhao Yun didn't want to let them go. With a kick on his legs, the plasma under his feet was splashed. At this time, Zhao Yun's body turned into a silver light again, chasing the Xia Jiajun soldiers who wanted to escape and rushed over. Countless gun shadows flashed by again, and in a blink of an eye, dozens of Xia Jiajun soldiers died tragically under Zhao Yun's gun at the same time.
Zhao Yun resorted to a series of killer moves and killed more than fifty Xia's soldiers in one breath. Although these fifty-odd Xia's soldiers were insignificant to the surrounding tens of thousands of Xia's army. However, the combat power displayed by Zhao Yun at this moment has completely eliminated the idea of killing Zhao Yun from the surrounding Xia Jiajun soldiers. What they think in their hearts now is completely far away from Zhao Yun, the killing god. For a time, there was an empty space with more than fifty steps around Zhao Yun.
However, these Xia Family Army soldiers were all so empty, but they showed the Saint King Death Guards who had been lined up in a square array in front of Zhao Yun. Unlike the ordinary Xia Jiajun soldiers, although Zhao Yun seemed a bit crazy at this moment, the Saint King Death Guard soldiers did not have the slightest emotional fluctuations, and there was no change in their faces.
Yang Huai, who was behind the army formation, squinted his eyes. Just now, Zhao Yun's sudden expression of power also surprised Yang Huai, but seeing the Saint King Deathguard in front of him, Yang Huai's consternation slowly calmed down. Immediately afterwards, Yang Huai took a deep breath, lifted the broadsword, pointed at Zhao Yun in front of him, and shouted: "Holy King's Death Guard is on your orders! Kill the enemy generals!"
Regarding the command of the Saint King Death Guard, Yang Huai is naturally inferior to Zhang Dingtian. As the commander of the Holy King's Death Guard for the time being, Yang Huai did not dare to command indiscriminately. Fortunately, the Saint King Death Guard has experienced a lot of battles since it was established by Zhang Dingtian. This is not the first time that this task of beheading enemy generals has been done. After Yang Huai gave the order, the Saint King's Death Guards also consciously raised the big shield and the single-handed sword, made a posture of confrontation, and shouted in unison: "Kill!"
After the Saint King Death Guard’s order was passed on, all the single blades of the Saint King Death Guard pointed towards Zhao Yun at the same time, shielding his left half of his body with a large shield, and at the same time protruding the blade of the single blade from behind the large shield. , Leaning on his side, stepping neatly, approaching Zhao Yun step by step.
On the other hand, Zhao Yun, after seeing the appearance of the Saint King Death Guard, Zhao Yun did not act rashly as before, but slowly raised the silver spear in his hand and slowly raised his head. A pair of scarlet stars stared at the death guard in front of the Saint King without any fear on his face. The blood slowly flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then dropped drop by drop.
Seeing that the phalanx of the Saint King's Death Guard was getting closer, Zhao Yun took a deep breath, took a big step forward, and rushed directly to the front of the Saint King's Death Guard's phalanx, and shot at one of them. The Saint King Death Guard stabbed over.
This shot Zhao Yun did not stabbed too fast. Although Zhao Yun was angry, he was not dazzled by the anger. Just by looking at the aura of these enemies, you know that they are different from the Xia Jiajun soldiers before, so Zhao Yun's shot is just It's just temptation.
Although it was a test, Zhao Yun's shot was not that simple. If he were replaced by an ordinary Xia Jiajun soldier, he would definitely be pierced with a transparent hole by this shot. However, these Saint King Death Guards were not ordinary soldiers. Facing Zhao Yun's shot, the Saint King Death Guard stood up and blocked him, and the tip of the silver spear fell directly on the big shield. Up, Stabbed Saint King Death Guard's whole person also two steps back in succession, but he just blocked Zhao Yun's shot.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Yun's heart was shocked. Although he thought that he might not be able to kill the opponent with this shot, but the opponent blocked his shot unharmed, but Zhao Yun was a little surprised. It seems that this sudden appearance of the enemy army is indeed extraordinary. And at this moment, the Saint King Death Guard also launched an attack on Zhao Yun.
The first to attack was the death guard of the Holy King who was attacked by Zhao Yun just now. He slammed his legs and rushed forward while carrying Zhao Yun’s silver spear with a shield. At the same time, the single sword in his hand was also Stabbed straight out. This knife was stabbed quickly and urgently. Obviously, it took a lot of training to reach this level. Of course, such a knife won't hurt Zhao Yun. Facing this knife, Zhao Yun only took one side of his body, and at the same time retracted the silver spear, aimed at the edge of the opponent's shield, and pierced it accurately.
And at this time, there were several breaks in the air, and three single knives suddenly appeared on the left and right of the silver gun, directly blocking Zhao Yun’s attack, and on the other side, there were no less than five single knives. The left and right sides slashed towards Zhao Yun's body up and down. Zhao Yun immediately retracted the silver spear, and at the same time withdrew back, avoiding the attack, and looking up, he saw that the opponent was no longer a simple phalanx, but was based on the little officer who had just been attacked by him. In the semicircular formation in the center, at least twenty soldiers were carrying single-handed swords and staring at Zhao Yun with enthusiasm.
Zhao Yun's heart sank. He already knew very well that this army was definitely the trump card of the Xia's army. It would be difficult to break through the defense of this army and kill Yang Huai by himself alone. But Zhao Yun worked so hard to get here, and it was impossible for Zhao Yun to give up. For a while, Zhao Yun, who had once made the Jinren frightened, was also unable to make a decision.
Just when Zhao Yun was tangled in his heart, the Saint King Death Guard launched another attack. They received the order from Yang Huai, but kill Zhao Yun, how can they give up the attack because of Zhao Yun's retreat? Immediately, the nearly twenty Saint King Death Guards formed a small phalanx and besieged towards Zhao Yun, and the small vacancy they vacated was quickly filled by the comrades behind.
Only more than twenty people besieged Zhao Yun in this area, and it was not because these Saint King Death Guard soldiers were so arrogant that they could kill Zhao Yun with only these twenty people. This is the experience gained by the Holy King Death Guard for a long time in combat. At the same time, besieging an enemy, twenty people is already the limit. If this number is exceeded, the extra soldiers can only wait outside. When the Saint King’s Death Guard executes the siege order, according to the number of enemies, the corresponding soldiers will be assigned to the siege, so now the siege of Zhao Yun, the Saint King’s Death Guard only separated these twenty people to attack Zhao Yun. . And if these twenty people cannot complete the task, they will soon separate twenty people from the phalanx, and so on, until the task is completed.
It is not unreasonable that the Saint King Death Guard is called the trump card division of the Xia Family Army. Although there is no Zhang Dingtian's command, but for a long time to fight together, the cooperation between the death guards of the Holy King can be said to be very skillful. Now these twenty people came to Zhao Yun to kill them, and in just a few breaths, they surrounded Zhao Yun and cut off Zhao Yun's back path. And Zhao Yun, who was surrounded, didn't dare to take it lightly, with the silver spear in front of him in his hand, and his eyes gazed to the left and right from time to time to observe the opponent's movements.
"Drink." A shout burst from the mouth of one of the Saint King Death Guards. Then, these twenty Saint King Death Guards simultaneously lifted their large shields to protect the front of the body and strode towards Zhao Yun in the center. Rushed over. Between the big shield and the big shield, the dazzling single blade stood there like a spike.
Zhao Yun is not a fool either. Of course, he knows that it feels uncomfortable to be stabbed by these sharp blades. Facing the enemies coming from all sides, Zhao Yun made a decisive decision and chose to break through. Zhao Yun shook both hands and wrists, and the silver spear turned into lightning and pierced directly at one of the Saint King Death Guards.
This shot hit the big shield in the hands of the Holy King Death Guard, but this time Zhao Yun did his best. Although Zhao Yun's physical strength is not as strong as in his heyday, this shot is not what the Holy King Death Guard can. Resisted. The solid big shield was directly pierced by Zhao Yun with a single shot. The spear head passed through the big shield and hit the throat of the Saint King Death Guard, and the Saint King Death Guard fell dead before he could even make a sound. Seeing that the enemy's siege had opened up a gap, Zhao Yun didn't dare to stay for a long time, and immediately jumped and rushed out of the encirclement.
However, the death guards of the holy king did not intend to let Zhao Yun go so easily. Seeing Zhao Yun rushed out of the encirclement, they persevered in chasing after him. Before Zhao Yun could gain a foothold, the death guards of the holy king would slay Zhao Yun again. Encircled, but because one person is missing, the encircled circle appears even smaller.
"Huh!" Facing the opponent chasing like this, Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and swung the silver spear in his hand again, and directly used the random flash spear stunt in one direction. There was a clinking sound, and after the gun shadow dissipated, Zhao Yun, who had originally looked cold and arrogant, was surprised again.