Kyushu: Prince Qin, his understanding is against the sky!

At this moment, outside the Great Wall of Western Qin, everyone on this battlefield had their eyes and attention focused on the whirlpool of the battlefield.

Looking at the bloodstains all over his body, the original white armor could no longer be discerned from its original color.

At a glance, it looked like blood-red fighting intent, and Zhao Yun seemed to have forgotten the pain at this moment.

He was unconscious of the pain of the injuries on his body, as if the 'pain' nerve in his body had been cut off. He didn't know pain, he only knew the fighting machine.

The money in his hand was stabbed, picked up, and chopped by him again and again.

In his eyes, the world around him seemed to consist of only him and Zhang Fei in front of him, and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

When it fell into his eyes, he did not reach out to wipe it, but let the blood gradually stain his eyes.

Because in his subconscious mind, there was no time to wipe it off. He still had to wield his silver gun to attack. He couldn't lose.

Even if he is in the fourth level, he cannot lose because he despised his elder brother Chen Qingzhi before going into the battle.

If he were defeated, it did not mean that he, Zhao Zilong, was defeated alone. He also had the hundred thousand Snow Dragon Riders behind him, and the Great Qin Dynasty standing tall in all nine states behind him.

And the Black Dragon Emperor Ying Zixiu who had so much trust in his Great Snow Dragon Rider.

How could he live up to the expectations of the Black Dragon Emperor, the expectations of the [-] Snow Dragon Riders, and his eldest brother Chen Qingzhi.

So he can't lose yet, he can't fall yet. Because of the flow of blood in Zhao Yun's eyes, the originally colorful world turned completely bloody.

In the bloody world, Zhang Fei, who was dressed in pitch black armor and holding a spear, was his opponent.

At this moment, Zhao Yun had only one belief in his heart, which was to knock down the opponent before falling down.

"Swipe, brush, brush!"

The harsh wind was constantly coming from the gun body in his hand. Because of the blood all over his body, the silver-white spear was also dyed red with blood.

“Ten moves.

“Fifteen moves.

"Twenty moves.

"Thirty Moves"

Ma Chao, who was in front of the Han soldiers, was counting to himself. Every time the words came out of his mouth, the shock and solemnity in his eyes became more and more.

Because he has also become a little numb. From the beginning, he vowed that Zhao Yun would not be defeated by Zhang Fei's moves, but now he still has not fallen down after hundreds of rounds.

How could this be possible? This completely overturned Ma Chao's estimate of the strength of a fourth-grade grandmaster.

He even put himself in Zhao Yun's shoes. If he were Ma Chao, he would still be the one who failed to break through to the extraordinary realm three years ago.

How should he deal with Zhang Fei who is now in the third level?

Yes, there is no doubt. Ma Chao, who thinks he is very strong, does not have any confidence to take on Zhang Fei's ten moves in the third-level extraordinary realm.

Yes, it's ten moves. If he were in the fourth level and used all his methods and strength, he could only survive ten moves.

After ten moves, there was no way he could save himself and he would be defeated. How did this guy in white armor do it?

Is this still the strength of the fourth-grade grandmaster in his heart? The feeling of peaks of the three views and the collapse of the worldview made Ma Chao's words pause there.

On the side, Huang Zhong, who had a white beard and a golden armor on his head, did not say any words.

But the solemnity in his eyes was no worse than that of Ma Chao next to him. Huang Zhong's solemnity also made him fall into deep thought.

Those calloused palms involuntarily moved the crossbow across his chest.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!" "."

Huang Zhong's old eyes were fixed on the two men fighting in the distance. Zhao Yun tried his best to resist Zhang Fei's every attack.

He knew that Zhang Fei at the scene had absolutely no intention of underestimating the enemy, and he had no mercy or wanted to hide his strength and humiliate Zhao Yun.

This long battle was all fought by the soldiers on the opposite side relying on their true abilities.

At the same time, Zhao Yun wanted to exchange his own injuries for the silver spear in his hand to stab Zhang Fei's body stably, such a desperate attack.

This made Huang Zhong look at Zhao Yun, a bloody young man, with a trace of respect.

With a fourth-grade Grandmaster fighting against a third-grade Extraordinary, this guy's name was enough to be engraved in Huang Zhong's mind.

I would like to ask, who in the Jiuzhou Continent has such courage to pit a fourth-grade against a third-grade. There is more than just a gap in strength between the fourth-grade and the third-grade.

The reason why the third level is called the extraordinary realm is because when one enters the third level, he stands out from the extraordinary, which means he has control of the 'power'.

It has an immortal body, its flesh and blood can regenerate, and it can still live even if its head is chopped off.

The fourth-grade realm is only about controlling the mind, and now it is against the power of the third-grade.

Therefore, even if Zhao Yun uses this method of exchanging injuries for injuries to fight Zhang Fei, it actually makes no sense at all.

No matter what kind of injuries his attack caused to Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei could recover in a few breaths.

As long as Zhang Fei's head is not pierced like a watermelon, it means that Zhao Yun cannot defeat Zhang Fei no matter what.

But being able to fight against a strong person in the third level is now a very unbelievable thing.

Neither Huang Zhong nor Ma Chao had the same sarcastic look at Zhao Yun, the fourth-level opponent, as before.

Seeing that Zhang Fei still failed to capture Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, who was writing his military exploits, suddenly heard the sound of wooden objects breaking in his hand.

It was obvious that the brush he had just grasped was broken by his grip. Guan Yu no longer had any intention of writing about military achievements, and his eyes were on Zhao Yun, who was covered in bloodstains.

He didn't care about the battle between the fourth grade and the third grade. No matter how hard he persisted, it was all in vain.

But such a thing is simply a shame for them, Liu Guanzhang. Now the two armies are facing each other, and their respective generals are fighting.

Third-grade Zhang Fei fought against fourth-grade Zhao Yun, and the fight reached this point, which made him very dissatisfied. At the same time, he had no face to tell Liu Bei the situation of the battle.

next second!
"boom!"

"Dang, boom!"

The sound of paper, ink, pen and inkstone falling to the ground made the soldiers who held the wooden table in front of Guan Yu tremble even more and did not dare to speak.

His eyes looked at the pen and ink and rice paper scattered on the ground with some horror.

Ma Chao and Huang Zhong looked at Guan Yu. Of course, they could understand the anger in the general's heart at this moment.

But so what, the facts are right in front of us, and there is nothing we can do if we don’t accept them.

Guan Yu's eyes were full of anger, but he held back his expression and looked at Zhao Yun firmly.

The Han side was angry, while the opposite side, Da Qin, was shocked and worried.

The shock obviously came from Lu Bu. His ally did not expect that fourth-grade Zhao Yun could fight to such an extent.

If it had been him, Zhang Fei would have died early in the fourth-level battle against the sharp blade of the eight-foot-long spear. (End of chapter)