just when Li Shi and AO Su woke up the ghost of Ao Su in the Bingzhou Ding, the battlefield outside was already in chaos.
In the Western battlefield, Li Moshen had one enemy and two enemies, but he was gradually suppressed by an shaohuang and Li qianxu.
In the eastern battlefield, Huangfu Jie, after all, was hotter, but slightly better than Huangfu Yuanming.
In the northern battlefield, skykiller dragoons basically suppress those netherworld luochas. Who can tell them that their bodies are the most restrained against these undead against creatures.
And Yu Wenqi even and Sikong Jing fight inseparable, is really shocked all the people present.
The most chaotic is the central battlefield.
In line with the principle of guerrilla tactics, Yang Jian asked the sacred beasts to harass Li daoxuan. When Li daoxuan was angry, he took his younger brothers away.
Li daoxuan was annoyed by this kind of reciprocation.
By the side of the pit that had been broken before, several holy spirits were still fainting.
But no one noticed the corner, Zhao Yun's finger is moving.
In the boundless darkness, Zhao Yun's divine consciousness was wandering around.
"Where is this... Who am I..."
suddenly, Zhao Yun stepped out of the darkness and came to a grassland.
At this time, he was riding on a white horse.
On the side of his body was a group of white horse cavalry with a look of panic.
"Are you running for your life..."
on the grassland behind you, there are shouts of killing from the sky.
"Kill Gongsun Zan!"
Gongsun Zan... A familiar name...
by the way, he seems to be his own Lord?
As Zhao Yun gradually reacts, a flowing arrow flies from behind and penetrates into a figure riding a white horse in front of him.
"Lord!"
The white horse riders around him suddenly howled and looked sad and cold.
The figure fell from the horse's back, and was immediately chased by the pursuers behind him and cut into several pieces.
My lord... Is that how he died?
The fierce eyes of those pursuing soldiers, however, looked at Zhao Yun and the white horse Knight beside him.
"All of these white horses have been killed without any remaining!"
Zhao Yun was shocked all over!
By the way, my name is Zhao Yun. I come from a place called Changshan.
I and the cavalry around me are called white horse Yicong.
The tragic character who was chopped to death by random knife is Gongsun Zan.
The sharp blade of pursuing soldiers has come to our eyes.
Zhao Yun wanted to wave back, but found himself powerless.
I seem to be scared out of my wits.
Because of their own incompetence, it led to the defeat of the battle.
Because of their own powerlessness, they can only watch the Lord fall in front of him!
"Qiang --"
a long spear was blocked in front of Zhao Yun. When several sharp blades of the enemy met this spear, they were instantly broken into pieces.
Can guns be so strong?
Zhao Yun looked up and found that the man with the gun was a smiling boy with a bright smile. His purple and golden eyes were calm and calm, as if he didn't take the enemies in front of him seriously.
Why... Can he be so relaxed on the battlefield?
"Don't be distracted on the battlefield."
The boy blinked at Zhao Yun and swept a long gun forward.
"Boom -"
a vigorous Qi blows across, just like ploughing the field. It directly cuts down hundreds of enemies in the opposite direction.
Zhao Yun's pupils shrank and looked at the teenager in horror.
"Do you want to learn?" the young man said to Zhao Yun
Zhao Yun immediately nodded, for fear that the youth would repent.