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Zhan Zhao held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, the sword was not out of the sheath, and said, "General Wen please."

Wen Feng didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes and looked at him.He really wanted to be as calm as Zhan Zhao, but his heart was burning with impatience. He wanted to wait for the opponent to make the first move, but he rushed forward impatiently.

The strong wind raised the yellow sand, and the iron-coated red-tasseled spear had already thrust out. Wen Feng was startled, knowing that he had already lost to his opponent in terms of concentration.

But after all, he is a veteran general, his mind was disturbed, and he was already stable. He concentrated on his move, and the two spears danced, like a storm breaking through the clouds, and instantly attacked in front of Zhan Zhao.

Only then did Zhan Zhao draw his sword, the huge tower was like a dragon, and with a clear roar, he greeted the two spears, like the sun breaking through the clouds and mist, all the wind and thunder dissipated.

The two fought together, causing yellow sand to fill the sky.

Zhan Zhao has injuries on his body, and his internal strength is weak. He relies on the subtlety and experience of his moves to fight the enemy. His toes are as if they don't touch the ground.

No matter how fierce the double spears are, and how ubiquitous they are, Juque is like a dragon playing in the water, appearing and disappearing behind the screen of guns. It seems light and delicate without much force, but its moves are effective and hit the vital point.

At the beginning, Wen Feng could compete with Zhan Zhao, but once he passed fifty moves, the crudeness of martial arts was revealed.His martial arts were far from Zhan Zhao's, if not for Zhan Zhao's mercy, he would have lost already.He himself knew it well, but he just couldn't swallow this breath, and his spirit came up, his strength became more powerful, but his moves were full of loopholes.

Zhan Zhao was seriously injured and couldn't bear it any longer when he used force. Seeing Wen Feng's brute strength, he sighed inwardly, and the giant gate came out and rested on the end of the opponent's left pistol.

But how could he cut off Wen Feng's iron red-tasseled spear that protects his home and country with a single sword?The moment the long sword came into contact with the gun, he flicked his wrist, turned the giant sword over, and got out of the way of the sword.In the blink of an eye, he shot the tip of Wen Feng's right gun again like a shot.

The two spears in Wen Feng's hands were slapped and swiped by Zhan Zhao's long sword, and he could no longer control them. The spear points collided with each other, and sparks flew all over the place.

Wen Feng couldn't react in time, he just felt his hands were hot, and he had been hit by the powerful counterattack he used on the two guns. The shock made his whole arm numb and weak, his wrists were in severe pain, and he could no longer hold the two guns.With a clang, both guns fell to the ground at the same time.

Wen Feng's face was blood red, and turned livid again.

Zhan Zhao took a step back, clasped his sword into his fists, and said, "Accept." Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and he returned the sword into its sheath.Juque is also cloudless and clear, containing but not revealing.

Wen Feng didn't speak, and glanced at Zhan Zhao. There seemed to be anger and resentment in his eyes, but there was also respect that couldn't be concealed.He bent down to pick up the two guns, jumped down the sand dune, walked up to King Guanbei, bowed his head and said, "My lord, the young general is incompetent, and he lost the contest."

King Guan Bei's face changed, he was startled and angry, but Wen Feng had always made great achievements in battle, so he couldn't bear to embarrass him too much, so he waved his hand to signal him to back down, and his eyes fixed on Zhan Zhao. His arrogance and conceit have subsided a lot.

On the surface Zhan Zhao was calm as usual, but in reality he was very uncomfortable, the energy and blood in his body were churning, and almost [-]% of the internal energy that had only been recovered in the past few days was scattered again.He could already feel the gunshot wound on his right chest tearing open, and the warm blood slowly soaked into his clothes.

Ah Yue ran to his side early, and asked in a low voice, "Zhan... Brother Zhan, how do you feel?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head and said, "It's okay." He gritted his teeth, swallowed the blood in his mouth, forced himself up, walked up to King Guanbei, clasped his fists together, and said, "Please lead the troops into the town."

The king of Guanbei looked at him, his face full of anger, and said: "Guard Zhan is really good at martial arts, let me personally teach you your brilliant moves."

"My lord..." Zhan Zhao became anxious, his breath became even more chaotic, he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, and spit on the ground with his mouth open.

The king of Guanbei was shocked, he took a step forward to support Zhan Zhao, and said, "Guard Zhan, you... did you come here with injuries?"

Ah Yue said from the side: "Brother Zhan was seriously injured by a killer a few days ago, but he still came here in person and wanted to persuade you to lead troops into the town to avoid the disaster, but you..." After she called Brother Zhan a few more times, Shouting became much smoother, and my lips no longer trembled with nervousness.

Seeing that Zhan Zhao's face was covered in cold sweat and his lips were stained with blood, Guan Bei Wang's heart moved, but he still said: "It's not like I haven't seen sandstorms before, so why make such a fuss? There's no need to set up camp and enter the town."

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, barely stood up straight, and said patiently: "My lord doesn't know something. I heard from Miss Ayue that the sandstorm here is different from ordinary ones, and it is very lethal. Please think carefully about it, and lead your troops into the town as soon as possible." Dodge for a while."

The King of Guanbei was dissatisfied and said: "You think that only the Yueguang clan knows how to defend against sandstorms? Look at my military camp, which is stationed under the sand dunes on all sides. The place where it is stationed is poured with water, and a cowhide tent is built on top of it, and it is covered with strong wood. Reinforcement, are you afraid that it will not be able to stop the wind and sand?"

No matter how much he tried to persuade him, Guan Bei Wang was as stubborn as a donkey, he couldn't listen to what he had to say. Zhan Zhao only felt the scorching sun, severe wound pain, and dizziness, and wanted to find a hidden place to sit down and exercise his energy , but how can we give up the Guanbei kings and let them be destroyed by the sandstorm?

He took a deep breath, and continued to persuade: "My lord, this matter is no small matter, please think twice..." He thought for a while, and had no choice but to say: "My lord, my subordinates beat General Wen in a martial arts competition by chance, and I ask my lord to honor the bet. Pull out the camp and set up the stronghold..."

"This king only promised you to compete with General Wen, but I never said that you will follow your orders if you win!" King Guanbei's complexion sank, and he was about to order the soldiers to forcibly see him off, and then thought: "You Zhan Zhao, don't you believe me?" No matter how the king resists the sandstorm, I will simply leave you in this barracks and let you see with your own eyes the true capabilities of my iron cavalry."

After thinking about it, he just waved his hand, and was about to order Zhan Zhao to be sent to the tent for recuperation and rest, but he saw a strong wind suddenly blowing up above the clear sky.Everyone turned their heads to take a look, and saw that the strong wind was coming from all directions, and the rolled up fine sand was whipped on the face and body, as if being whipped. It can be seen that the strong wind is fast and powerful.

In a blink of an eye, the world was dark, and the wind and sand were billowing.Although the soldiers of the cavalry army were invisible, they were well-disciplined and did not panic. They gave orders at every level and prepared to line up again.

Unexpectedly, there was another gust of wind blowing, and the wind was even stronger, which only made the soldiers stagger around, and then there was a loud "click", and half of King Guanbei's handsome tent collapsed.

Ah Yue hurriedly grabbed Zhan Zhao's arm, and screamed, "Brother Zhan, hurry up, a sandstorm is coming."

The gust of wind chased after another, each time getting stronger and stronger.Looking at the barracks of the cavalry army, the tents have been overturned, the horses neighed wildly, their hooves turned wildly, trying to run away.All the soldiers discarded their helmets and armor, and their positions were in chaos, and many soldiers were injured by the wooden weapons blown by the strong wind.

Zhan Zhao urged: "My lord, quickly order the withdrawal of the troops, or it will be too late." He raised his true energy, jumped up and down a few times, and helped Wen Feng and other soldiers to block the debris flying around.But in a short while, the blood from the wound on his chest had stained half of his skirt red.

Guanbei King's complexion was pale. He saw that the strong wind before the sandstorm came was already so shocking. If the sandstorm came, the whole cavalry army would be buried under the desert sand.He shouted to Wen Feng: "Quickly order the entire army to retreat..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't continue, because the sky suddenly darkened, and it should be morning, but it was like night, and the surroundings were filled with sand and dust blown up by the wind. It was dark, as if suddenly fell into the abyss, where Can you still tell the north, south, east, and west?Not to mention where to order the army to retreat?

Ah Yue was in a state of confusion. Although she had been helping the local people resist sandstorms in this desert for many years, it was the first time she was personally involved in a sandstorm.She held onto Zhan Zhao's sleeves tightly with both hands, with tears streaming down her face, she said intermittently: "It's...too late, too...too late, we... are going to be trapped in a sandstorm, we... ...all...all...will die."

Zhan Zhao held his breath, first pressed the acupuncture points around the wound on his right chest, trying to stop the bleeding, and then said to Ah Yue: "Miss Ah Yue, the sandstorm hasn't come yet, quickly identify the direction of Qiongta Town, we will retreat immediately."

Ah Yue looked at Zhan Zhao, infected by his calmness, and thought: "Brother Zhan is not afraid of anything." She thought again: "With Brother Zhan by my side, there is nothing to be afraid of."

She wiped the tears from her face, tried to calm herself down, looked up, and finally saw several faint rays of sunlight during the gust of wind. She pointed and said, "Brother Zhan, Qiongta Town is over there. Let's go, we must go back before the sandstorm comes."

Without needing Zhan Zhao to inform, King Guanbei immediately turned around and ordered Wen Feng: "Quickly rectify the three armies and retreat in the direction Miss Ayue pointed out."

There was a bloody gash on Wen Feng's forehead, and the blood flowed all over his face, but his voice was still full of courage, worthy of a veteran general, and said: "I obey, the young general will pass the order."

He turned around to leave, but suddenly a person appeared in front of him and said, "It's absolutely impossible, if you go in that direction, you will die without a place to die."

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