"Zhao Zilong, Changshan, is such awesome name. Now he is so stingy and another good person has fallen into depravity."

Zhao Yun ran like the wind and walked like rain. In the blink of an eye, the horse was already on the battlefield.

At this time, several more rounds had passed, and Han Meng could no longer support him, but he saw Zhao Yun go from left to right, stabbing a long spear in his hand in the air. The seven-disk snake spear technique was really like a spirit snake. He forced Cao Hong and Han Meng back and separated with one move. Everyone looked at the silver spear and white armored general who did not follow the rules.

Han Meng raised the sword to his chest, looked at Lai Jiang in disbelief, and said suspiciously: "Who are you? Why are you ruining my battle formation?"

Zhao Yun didn't look at him, but just stared at the burly Cao Hong and said calmly: "Go away, this little fat sheep is mine."

"What's the matter?" Cao Hong and Han Meng both frowned and asked.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yun stopped answering and rode his horse up and fought with Cao Hong.

Zhao Yun's arrogant and upright figure stretched under the rising sun and morning glow. The silver spear in his hand shone brightly, and he waved it like a pear blossom, without any warning or tension. There was no flaw in his body, and there was no empty door. It was as if he was generously open his arms, without any defense.

But even so, Cao Hong's sword could not touch him at all, but just cheered up and held his body.

Just because these flaws and the empty gate are like a clear spring flowing in a lively place, they become an unpredictable ocean. As long as you make a little progress in action, you will immediately stir up endless waves until you completely swallow him up.

However, after more than ten reunions, Cao Hong could no longer hold on.

It’s not that he is exhausted or that he has no power to fight again. It’s just that in front of this white-armored general, Cao Hong’s sword and strength seem to have no place to use his skills. His moves gradually fade away in the enemy’s gunshot technique like a river of silver stars. He was in a trance and didn’t know how to continue fighting.

It's simply a ghost!

Everyone in the Cao army and Yuan army formation was shocked by the sudden attack of this white-armored general. He looked straight at the silver spear in his hand that looked like an unpredictable god and ghost, and almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"I have such a general under my command?"

Yuan Shao looked at Zhao Yun, who was so majestic in the distance, and whispered: "Why don't I remember which time I rushed out?"

"Reply to the lord's words! He is a general under the command of the third prince!"

Cao Cao on the other side was even more shocked and asked around, "This man is so talented, he is a real tiger general! Who is he?"

Guo Jia, beside Cao Cao, frowned and shook his eyebrows, saying, "I don't know, but I have never seen it before! I think it is Yuan Shao's newly won over the talent."

Cao Cao sighed with emotion: "There are so many heroes in the four prefectures of Hebei. I never thought that there would be such generals after Yan Liang and Wen Chou!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yun throwing the gun in his hand suddenly, looking for the gap in Cao Hong's sword, and sprinting dives, with a speed of rapidity, in just a moment.

Cao Hong's fish balls pulled away, but it was in vain. But when he heard a "swish" symphony of gun meat, the dazzling silver spear had already followed Zhao Yun's hand and stabbed Cao Hong's shoulder, and blood was splattering everywhere.

Zhao Yun's face was unpredictable, he smiled indifferently, and muttered to himself.

"The sheep are here!"

Cao Hong's shoulder was injured and he screamed immediately, leaned back, almost falling down his horse straight.

Cao Cao in the distance felt nervous and hurriedly shouted loudly: "Go out quickly to save Zi Lian!"

Zhao Yun did not give him any chance, and raised his hand and shot Cao Hong in the face and stabbed him.

There was a crisp sound of "bang!", but at some point, a sword penetrated from the oblique piercing, blocking Zhao Yun's attack.

It was Zhang Liao who was closer. Seeing that Cao Hong was in a tight position, he abandoned Zhang He with a false shot and rode his horse to rescue Cao Hong.

In the Cao army formation on the other side, there were three generals Xu Huang, Li Dian and Le Jin who came out on horseback and rushed to Zhao Yun to kill the general.

Zhang He was also coming to welcome the horse at this moment, and Han Meng also stopped and saw several enemy generals running towards him, all of them wanted to help.

But Zhao Yun suddenly roared to the sky, his morale was like a rainbow, and his voice was like a bell. He said a very awesome words, which moved everyone present.

"Don't grab it, it's all mine!"

Zhang He and Han Meng were stunned when they heard this

Who is this silver spear? Is there something wrong with it? What kind of sheep is not sheep?

On the other side, the generals of the Cao army were also a little annoyed.

This guy has good shooting skills and high martial arts skills, but his words hurt too much. How could he compare others to animals when he faces the enemy? He is simply a mess!

Li Dian came to Zhao Yun and said hatefully: "I'm so angry! Who do you think is the sheep?"

Zhao Yun's eyes were shining, and he waved the silver spear, clicked the people one by one, and finally landed on Li Dian, and said slowly: "What position are you?"

Li Dian was stunned when he heard this and replied subconsciously: "Li Dian is the captain's captain!"

"Oh, then you're not a sheep."

Li Dian was stunned and said, "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!