Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed. He asked himself that his martial arts skills were extremely strong and it was a bit difficult to fight against two. He had to solve one person as quickly as possible.

Thinking of this, his angle of holding a gun changed, and his target was directly aimed at Wen Chou. This person held a gun and was the best to stab him with his first move at his peak.

On the opposite side, Wen Chou frowned and shouted anxiously: "Brother, this boy should not be underestimated. His birds' gunshots are gone without a trace, so be more careful."

After saying that, the three are approaching.

"Die!" Zhao Yun's silver spear was extremely fast. He and Wen Chou took action almost at the same time, but Zhao Yun was half ahead of Wen Chou, which was simply a crush of hard power.

With a silver spear, Wen Chou frowned immediately.

Fast, too fast. He asked himself whether the gun speed was slow, but Zhao Yun's gun speed could be half a body smaller than his gun. This man was even more terrifying than many years ago.

"Hmph!" Wen Chou snorted coldly, not daring to fight the gun, and wanted to take the opportunity to put pressure on Zhao Yun and let Yan Liang take the lead in attacking.

Yan Liang also knows it.

However, the next moment, Wen Chou's liver and gallbladder were about to break, his pupils suddenly widened, and the silver spear in front of him actually turned into seven gun flowers at this moment.

Qiduo, what does this mean?

The simplest gun-swinging flower is usually, but when Zhao Yun comes to Zhao Yun, it is hard to resist. If he wants to resist the seven guns in an instant, he asked himself that he couldn't do it. I'm afraid that only Lu Bu can take it safely.

"Ha!" Wen Chou dared not be timid.

With a loud shout, the spear in his hand also turned into a afterimage to resist as much as possible. Wen Chou felt that he was about to break through the limit and his opponent was too strong.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!

Several sounds sounded in succession.

Yan Liang also noticed the situation here when Zhao Yun took action, and quickly helped him to protect him.

"clang!"

Yan Liang had good martial arts skills, so he slapped Zhao Yun's spear with one sword to dispel his extremely fierce shot.

"Huh," Wen Chou instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

He tried his best to catch six shots. The last shot was the most powerful, Zhao Yun's killing shot. I guess he would be injured even if he could dodge it without Yan Liang's help.

Then, Zhao Yun suppressed the whole process.

Just the first move made him frightened, and they still underestimated Zhao Yun. How brave should Huang Zhong, who named Zhao Yun?

And... Xing Daorong is said to be twelve big waists, and a mountain-opening axe can compete with Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong, and they can barely beat Zhao Yun.

Wouldn't it be a problem for this person to hit them one and four? It's so terrifying.

However, at this time.

Although he stopped this shot, Zhao Yun seemed to have done it. While he was swinging the gun head back, he held his left arm backwards and stabbed Wen Chou with the gun tail like a short spear.

"???" Wen Chou was stunned.

He was really amazed by Zhao Yun's move. After seven consecutive shots, he could even hide his killer move. It was so terrifying that it made Wen Chou frightened.

"Second brother, be careful." Yan Liang reminded.

But it was too late for him to draw swords and support.

Wen Chou couldn't react either. Between life and death, his head mechanically deflected two points.

Thorn!

"Uh~"

Then came a heart-wrenching scream. Wen Chou was pierced half of his left ear, and some skin and flesh were also connected. Wen Chou was so painful that he was very angry.

At the same time, half of his face was covered in blood.

It looks like a demon from hell, making people frightened.

At this time, the three of them separated.

Zhao Yun looked at the blood in the tip of the gun and shook his head secretly, as if he felt a pity that the shot that must be killed was actually avoided by Wen Chou.

As for the other side, Yan Liangwen Chou was furious, and his heart was also a little panicked. Zhao Yun's strength was far superior to them.

It is estimated that it will be difficult for any of them to survive a hundred or ten rounds under this person.

The civil and military officials were stunned on the head of the village.

Including the soldiers on the entire village, they were also stunned. They looked at Yan Liangwen Chou, who was in a dream. This was their most powerful general.

But they fought against one, not only did they not fight, but they were almost killed with one shot.

This is too damn!

This has a big blow to their morale.

The people who were boasting about Yan Liang and Wen’s ugly just now didn’t know how to speak, and all they left in their hearts was shock. If they were third-rate generals, they wouldn’t forget it.

The top generals joined forces and were sure to win, but they were almost seriously injured in just one round. Is this the number one strong general under Zhang Xiu?

How powerful should Huang Zhong, who is not inferior to him?

Thinking of Huang Zhong, they looked at the fat general beside Zhang Xiu, Xing Daorong, who was tall and burly, and the big axe was shining with a cold light.

For a moment, everyone's hearts trembled.

Panic, Zhao Yun is so strong. If Xing Daorong takes action, I'm afraid that all Yuan Shao's camp will go out and it will be difficult for him to take down this person.

Xing Daorong also noticed everyone's eyes and instantly straightened his chest. His arrogant and arrogant look was really a bit damn, and he was so arrogant that he could control the temperament.

"Lord, these people are too scared! I'm just giving them a look, so these people dare not take a look. If I ask me to call, wouldn't they scare them to death?"

Xing Daorong curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"You call the formation..." Zhang Xiu pursed his lips, and the generals next to him looked at Xing Daorong with strange eyes, thinking that he would probably have to call the formation for 80% of Yuan Shao's youngest son.

"Brother, Zhao Yun's shooting skills are weird. You and I must join forces to fight the enemy, and you and I must not be careless." Wen Chou gritted his teeth, and his forehead veins bulged, and he said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!