Eternal Gate

"Is this...dead?"

Seeing King Xiao Yang fall on the stage, the rebels' hearts trembled. A group of martial arts masters who came to the rescue also froze under the stage and looked at Zhao Yun with fear in their eyes.

This person is so terrifying. He has never practiced magic skills or absorbed other people's skills. How could he be so powerful?

It's a pity that King Yang, who came all the way here, failed to kill but was destroyed instead.

"Surrender without killing." Zhao Yun said calmly, ignoring everyone, only looking at a middle-aged man wearing golden armor among the rebels.

His name is Wang Xiong, and he has been mentioned in the intelligence.

For now, King Xiao Yang is dead, and this man is the supreme commander of this 300,000-strong army. If he nods, this battle will be easy to fight, and it may even be possible to recruit this powerful army without losing any blood.

Wang Xiong, who was sitting firmly on his tall horse as Zhao Yun stared at him, suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

Three. Since Zhao Zilong entered the battlefield, three marshals have been killed by him.

Today, I'm afraid it's his turn.

"Where are you?" Zhao Yun looked away from Wang Xiong and glanced at the deputy generals, commanders, and captains...

They were all officials, so he had to remember that if the fight started later, he would need special care.

Kill the marshal first, then kill the commander.

We will not stop until these 300,000 troops are killed and leaderless.

Quiet, because of Zhao Yun's words, the world became deathly silent. To be precise, it was deathly depressed. Even the flying yellow sand and the howling wind stopped for a moment.

The pressure... was put on the rebel commander. Wang Xiong was silent for a long time. The lieutenants and commanders beside him also tensed up and did not dare to relax. They were afraid that if someone was not careful, their heads would move. The opponent was a top master with unfathomable martial arts skills and was surrounded by thousands of troops. take admiral

It's not like he's never done it before.

It was quiet outside the city, and the city walls of Cangzhou were also silent.

The 80,000 Xuanjia Army is ready to attack. As long as the commander gives the order, the whole army will attack. Even if the enemy has 300,000 troops, they are not afraid.

boom!

The endless silence was finally broken by a roar.

Zhao Yun walked out of the fighting platform, but the soles of his feet did not touch the ground, and he was walking in mid-air.

"How can it be."

The martial arts masters standing in the audience all looked shocked.

Although the soles of the man's feet were still more than half a foot away from the ground, they were truly walking in the air. If he hadn't reached the pinnacle of lightness kung fu, and if he hadn't had extremely strong inner strength, he would never have been able to perform such a scene.

"The leader of the martial arts alliance is number one in the world."

The whispers of the masters can only be heard by themselves.

The old sword master is strong enough! But he was defeated by his disciple, King Xiao Yang. King Xiao Yang was terrifying enough! He was still destroyed by Zhao Zilong. In today's martial arts world, they really couldn't think of anyone else who could suppress this person.

"We, it's time to go." An old man in purple robe said, slowly retreating, and after three or five steps, he suddenly turned around and ran away.

As soon as he left, the remaining masters also retreated.

Then, there is a show of high speed. Each martial arts senior does not run the fastest, only faster.

Not running? ...Don’t run and wait to be fucked?

That man made it clear that he wanted to deal with the officials. If any of them dared to do anything wrong, they would be attacked by his thunder. Not even King Yang could withstand it, let alone them.

As for the bounties offered by the three major princes, go to hell!

With Zhao Zilong's current achievements, he doesn't have the skills of a hundred and eighty years, but he still wants to kill him?

Irony, the scene outside the city is extremely ironic.

If so many martial arts masters swarmed up, they might not be able to severely injure Zhao Zilong, but they fled without a fight. Not to mention the rebels, even the Xuanjia soldiers on the city wall were stunned.

"Scared off the whole family." Mingyu couldn't help but smile.

It was his junior uncle's power that was so powerful that he ignored everyone. It was this disregard that was the biggest shock. A martial arts master retreating in embarrassment was precisely because he was afraid of him from the deepest part of his soul.

"Damn it." Wang Xiong cursed secretly. He still wanted to let those masters take the lead? Even if Zhao Zilong cannot be killed, he can still be entangled.

At that time, he gave another order, and an army of 300,000 people rushed forward, and they would definitely be able to break through Cangzhou.

However, they were a group of rats, and they slipped up at the critical moment.

It's also King Xiao Yang's fault. He has all the advantages and insists on finding someone to fight.

It doesn't matter if he dies, the morale of the whole army has been underestimated, and the best proof is that many masters have escaped one after another.

boom! boom!

Zhao Yun's steps did not stop. Every time he took a step, the yellow sand flew.

Looking at the rebels, there was no way of knowing whether they were scared or not, but the horses they sat on were really upset at the moment and wanted to leave their masters behind and run away.

An ironic step happened again.

The 300,000-strong army actually retreated collectively. When Zhao Yun took a step forward, they took a step back. The soldiers who were closer to the front were trembling with their hands holding the fighting swords.

That man's evil spirit was too powerful.

The invisible murderous intention is invading their souls.

"How domineering!" The black-armored soldiers on the city wall looked down from a high position and were deeply shocked by the scene outside the city. An army of 300,000 people! The whole army was so frightened by one person that they retreated.

"You can return and surrender." Zhao Yun's words were like thunder.

Everyone knows that these three words are a signal. If he can't wait for the answer he wants, he will start a killing spree.

"Marshal?" Many commanders looked at Wang Xiong.

"Retreat!" Wang Xiong shouted violently, then he galloped his horse and whipped his horse...and ran away.

Zheng!

It was also at this moment that the Qinghong Sword in Zhao Yun's hand buzzed.

Seeing him take a step down, the soles of his feet touched the ground, but his speed increased sharply. He stared at Wang Xiong and chased after him.

What's particularly funny is that few people block him. Anyone who is not blind can see that Zhao Zilong's goal is their commander-in-chief. Block him? How to block? Can it be stopped?

kill!

The gates of Cangzhou City suddenly opened, and 80,000 Xuanjia troops rushed out like a tide.

Seeing this, the rebel commander and deputy general, who were still in a daze, immediately pulled the horse's rope and, like their marshal, galloped away.

The officials were cowarded, so how could the soldiers not be in chaos? In addition, the Xuanjia Army charged, and the 300,000-strong army actually fled without even sending a single soldier...

"Return without killing." Mingyu took the lead, rushed into the enemy formation, and picked out a rebel leader with one shot.

These words worked well, even if there were rebel soldiers who lost their weapons, squatted on the ground, some raised their hands, some hugged their heads, they really looked like all the reform-through-labor prisoners.

Once someone surrenders, the situation is out of control.

Wherever the Xuanjia Army has killed, those who have thrown away their armor are one after another. If you give up resistance, you can survive. The generals have horses, but they don't. No matter how fast they run, they can outrun the Xuanjia Army. The cavalry?

"There is a road to heaven. If you don't take it, you have to meet the King of Hell."

The most fierce one must be Zhao Yun. He attacked and charged all the way. Anyone who stood in his way would die. Among the dark figures, he forcibly cut a **** path.

"Escort."

Wang Xiong screamed and ran away without daring to look back.

Loyal soldiers rushed towards Zhao Yun in droves.

However, these loyal protectors are killing less and less, and at this moment, they are all following the marshal and fleeing for their lives.

In fact, they don't need to run away, because they are not Zhao Zilong's cup of tea at all, so they can just stand aside.

"Surrender, I surrender." Wang Xiong roared loudly because he was afraid of being killed. "It's too late." Zhao Yun's cold and cold words responded to him, like a king pronouncing a sentence of death or life.