Jade blood gun

When Wang Wu heard the story of Zhang Fei roaring on the Dangyang Bridge and roaring people to death, she always didn't take it seriously.If the human vocal cords can be used as a weapon, then our vast country of China has the largest population. If everyone roars, wouldn’t it be possible to shake down the passing planes?

But at this time she had to admit that this kind of yelling method, after all, few people in the world can do it.If it was in the wilderness, the less timid might really think it was the roar of a mandrill and a ghost, and be frightened to death.

Now, among the more than 100 soldiers that Wang Wu accompanied, most of the recruits who had not yet been on the battlefield were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

Wang Wu frowned, listening to the voice, Zhao Yunshang was behind the group of unknown knights, and on the way back, he probably saw the smoke and dust raised by their horses heading towards the camp, so he whistled as a warning .

If it was an ordinary caravan on the road, or a scattered army of refugees, they would definitely back away when they heard such a majestic whistle, so as to avoid unnecessary losses and casualties.Unexpectedly, there are obviously other masters among this group of people, instead of retreating, they were aroused by Zhao Yun's roar to fight.

He can be regarded as someone who has seen the battlefield. After the initial shock, Wang Wu was still able to remain calm.In the current situation, Zhao Yun is not too far away. Even if the other party is not friendly, the scale of the smoke and dust is not large, and the number of people is not too large. Even if a few are powerful, they still have more than 100 people here. If everyone can calm down and line up to meet the enemy, Zhao Yun will be able to rush back just by defending for a while.

Looking around, Wang Wu grabbed the whip from the dazed cavalryman closest to her, stepped onto the carriage with one step, and held onto the wooden frame of the carriage with one hand. Chance, the other hand used all its strength to flick the whip violently.

The long horsewhip flew across the air with a sharp and mournful whistling, and at the end there was a crisp sound of "snap", as if it was drawn to the apex of everyone's hearts.

"Dignified man, do you want to retreat before you see the blood?" Although Wang Wu's voice was far less powerful than Fang Cai's howling and roaring, it was even disturbed by the shouting back and forth between Liu Beijun and Liu Beijun under the Pingyuan City. It was a little hoarse, but the words were clear. With all the strength, it was enough to bring back the hearts and souls of everyone who had been shaken by the sound.

She returned her hand and raised her whip, pointing at the dozens of knights who gradually emerged from the smoke and dust in front of her: "Could it be that among my Youzhou cavalry, there is only one capable fighter, Zhao Zilong?"

The rays of the sun are like blood, as if covering Wang Wu's body with a layer of golden-red halo. Her train wraps around her knees, wrapping the budding young girl's body in a tall and straight beauty, which is picturesque and poetic, not like ordinary people.Every word was paused, between the moist and childish brows was a heroic sharpness that did not match his age, his posture was straight, and there was no trace of fear.

The hand holding the wooden frame was inadvertently exerting force, but it did not feel the roughness of the fingertips on the unpolished wooden surface.Wang Wu was very nervous, but after the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood last night, she told herself that no matter how afraid she was, she should firmly hold it in her heart!

"Array! Pick up your bow and arrows for me! Return to their positions and line up to meet the enemy!" When the long whip fell again, there was finally a response. Wang Wu didn't know how to give the order, but under the stern voice, the golden blade hit each other. Although the sound was still a little messy, there were still soldiers standing in the camp after all.

Among the infantry, there are archers, who hold strong bows like the full moon, and sharp arrows are strung up.

"Hahaha..." Come and ride, there are 38 riders in total, all of them are painted with black sand, like the impermanence of the soul from hell, with less to block more, in front of more than 100 people like Wang Wu, but there is no cowardice .

At first, the man was holding a long knife as dark as his face. His face was thin and his eyes were extremely bright. When he saw Wang Wu, he laughed, and his laughter was as shocking as the previous roar: "Youzhou Iron Cavalry ? Such a majesty, I am going to fight this Youzhou iron cavalry today!"

"War iron cavalry?" Wang Wu sneered, suddenly withdrew his whip, straightened his back, his tone was full of contempt, "I thought it was you who deliberately came to fight my little girl aggressively while my lord was leaving the team. "

"What an amazing little girl!" The man was slightly taken aback, squinting his eyes and looking up and down Wang Wu.But he raised a hand, signaled everyone behind him to back off, turned his horse's head, and turned his back towards Zhao Yun's galloping direction, exposing his back in front of Baima Yicong's spear!

So careless... Wang Wu's eyes flashed, her heart was beating fast, a thought flashed into her mind uncontrollably like a nightmare, and immediately invaded all her ability to think - if she immediately ordered Bai Mayi to rush from behind Go up, what are the chances of winning?

After a moment of hesitation, the sound of hooves became louder.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, white horses form a team, like white clouds floating down from the sky, carrying knights galloping like the wind.Zhao Yun still rode in the lead, riding his horse against the wind, with his white cloak stretched behind him, like a giant eagle spreading its wings, following the clouds and following the dragon.

The galloping horse suddenly stopped three steps away from those people, the horse neighed, the spear and the dragon groaned, and the people on the horse were as motionless as a mountain. human gaze.

"What a leader who left the team!" The man's eyes lit up, and he turned his attention away from Wang Wu immediately, clapping his hands and laughing, "Since you have returned, do you dare to fight against a certain one?"

Zhao Yun's eyes were gloomy, he couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, he glanced at Wang Wu lightly, and asked without answering, "How about winning? How about losing?"

"The victor takes the lead!" The man raised his long knife high, and the 30 or so riders behind him immediately dispersed, giving way to a large area.The thick back of the knife is heavy and powerful, and the cold light of the blade is slightly turned sideways, reflecting the halo of the slanting sunlight onto Zhao Yun's face, like a demonstration and provocation.

"Okay!" Zhao Yun neither reported his name nor asked him, raised his eyebrows, raised his wrist slightly, and pointed his spear obliquely.Before the move is made, the momentum is first, and the momentum of a single shot makes the sky lose its color.

Before the words fell, the man's long knife was already slashing down at Zhao Yun's head with a mighty momentum.

Zhao Yun didn't evade, the tip of the spear picked up a little cold light, like a silver dragon breaking through the sea, it came after the first, and went straight to the vital point in the man's throat.

Although the man's saber was heavy, when the blade deflected, the direction changed immediately.Between lightning and flint, there was a loud "dang", the long knife struck the silver gun, Zhao Yun's wrist sank, and the silver gun flipped rapidly in his hand as if it had come to life. Where the sword and gun intersected, a series of sparks burst out continuously .The silver gun clicked, and it came out from under the blade in the blink of an eye, and hit the thick back of the blade heavily.

One of these two is powerful and powerful, chopping mountains and cutting waves, the other is quick to shake and change for no reason, with black knives and silver spears, black face and white robes, rolling and rolling, just like silver dragons fighting ink dragons, until the rays of the sun gradually faded in the sky, they Haven't made a distinction yet.

Wang Wu stood on the car board with her waist sore and her legs weak. She held her heart tightly from the beginning until she was relieved when she saw Zhao Yun rushing back. As the two of them fought each other for longer and longer, she gradually raised her heart again. .

At the beginning, she could still see their sword and gun moves clearly, but after a few back and forth, they hit faster and faster. Wherever the energy from the tip of the gun went, smoke and dust and gravel rolled, covering their bodies. At the same time, it forced the people around them to retreat, and even the dozen or so riders who came back with Zhao Yun were separated from the distance and could not approach.

Suddenly, two figures were seen flying up from the smoke and dust, with silver spears and long knives held high, they struck each other dozens of times in the air, and then fell again.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the war horse neighed sharply, only two thud plops were heard, but it was the two men who fought to the point where they could not see the terrain under their feet, they both rolled down into the stream that was tightly covered by the smoke and dust.

Zhao Yun's hair was disheveled, and the white robe on his body had fallen to nowhere. The wound on his back from last night was cracked again, and the blood seeped out through the bandage wrapped around the wound, turning into strands of red thread like gossamer in the stream.But he didn't care, stood up from the stream, wiped the water off his face, and held the gun, waiting for another fight.

That man was no better than Zhao Yun, with blood on the corners of his lips and a glaring bloodstain on his forehead. His hair was tilted to one side, and after he stood up from the stream in embarrassment, he followed Zhao Yun's example and reached out to wipe his face.

However, the black sand he smeared on his face was soaked with sweat first, and then soaked in the stream, all of them were blurred. After such a smear, his face suddenly became black and white, colorful and intertwined, just like a flower in the mountains The spotted giant cat is still staring and wielding a knife, which is extremely funny.

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Yun couldn't help but froze, his face changed again and again, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.Finally, he endured and endured, and in the end he couldn't hold back his fighting spirit and turned into a loud laugh. His eyes were full of unprecedented happiness.

The man was about to fight again with a knife, but when he heard Zhao Yun's laughter, the blood surging all over his body due to the violent fight hadn't subsided, and he was forced to slow down by the heroic laughter.

Confused, the man became annoyed by Zhao Yun's laughter, his eyebrows raised, and he was about to explode when he suddenly saw the black sand on his palms, and suddenly thought of his current appearance.

He stood in the knee-high water with his palms up and was stunned for a moment, then he tilted his head and laughed too.While smiling, he casually tossed the long knife to the side, bent down to hold water, and washed his face vigorously: "Happy, happy! What a hero, what a Changshan Zhao Zilong, after all, I'm still from your hometown. It's a pity that this place is empty." There is stream water but no wine, if not, I will definitely drink three hundred cups with you, wouldn't it be more enjoyable!"

After washing away the black sand, the man stood up straight again, revealing a face with elegant eyebrows and a straight nose, about 30 years old.Unexpectedly, such a rough and tough man has a gentle, bookish and delicate appearance!

It's no wonder that he wanted to paint his face with black sand. If it wasn't for the hearty fight just now, who would have imagined that a man with such a weak appearance could pick up a heavy broad-backed long knife and even fight Zhao Yun for a long time? No difference!

Xu Shi was used to the surprised expression when others saw his true face, so that person was not annoyed, and cupped his fists at Zhao Yun: "This is Zhang Yan from Heishan. I came to help, but I only heard the news of Yuan Shao's defeat after only two days of delay on the road. Therefore, I came here to meet Chang Shan Zhao Zilong who defeated Yuan Shao in a single battle."

"I guess I met a hero who has such martial arts." Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, threw his spear and returned the gift, "It turned out to be General Feiyan from Heishan. General Gongsun's army is heading south from here, and it takes half a day to hurry." However, the general came to help from afar, and the Lord Yun will thank you in advance."

"No, no, no," Zhang Yan waved her thick, wet palm, causing splashes of water, and shook her head again and again, "I'm here to help, not to ask for cheap. The victory of the White Horse Gongsun has been decided." , if you go again, you will look like a villain who doesn't do your best and only asks for cheap credit. Next time, I will go directly to Youzhou for a door-to-door meeting, and be upright, so as not to damage the reputation of the Black Mountain Army. "

The bold and upright words he spoke, coupled with his delicate and elegant appearance, made people feel unspeakably awkward.

Zhang Yan in Montenegro, with tens of thousands of soldiers and thousands of good horses, stationed in Zhongshan.Born as a thief, but judging the situation, he took the initiative to lead the crowd to submit a form to the court to ask for surrender, and was awarded the title of general of Zhonglang.During Dong Zhuo's rebellion, he once led his troops to send troops with other princes to conquer. Because of his skillful and skillful martial arts, he had a great reputation among the two prefectures of Hebei and Merger.

He became famous much earlier than Zhao Yun, and he was appointed an official position by the imperial court, but Zhao Yun only respected him for being straightforward and honest, and he was like a knife.

Although Zhao Yun is mature and prudent, his skills are rarely matched by opponents. As long as he holds a gun in his hand, he will be majestic and majestic.

To Zhao Yun, the battle where the opponents met just now was really rare and hearty, which made him feel a sense of sympathy for each other.At this moment, hearing Zhang Yan's bold words and open mind, no matter how he looks, he cupped his hands in a vain manner, and responded very naturally: "In that case, Yun is waiting for the general in Youzhou. When the time comes, Yun Prepare fine wine and drink with the general for three days and three nights!"

"Okay, okay!" These words were obviously very appetizing to Zhang Yan, he said a series of good, then shook the water with both hands, staggered to the shore, pulled the horse over and jumped on.Just when he was about to ride his horse, he turned around and bowed to Wang Wu from a distance, and raised his voice: "The daughter of the grandson of the white horse gallops for three hundred miles with high righteousness. I admire you very much. When I saw you today, I will offend you so much." , frightened Miss Gongsun, I hope you will forgive me."

frightened?

Wang Wu twitched the corners of her mouth. She was too hungry after acting in the martial arts drama for so long, but now she thinks of being frightened?

Although the conversation between the two just now after the battle was silent, after the hard fight, the energy in their bodies had not yet dissipated, and it was clearly heard by everyone.

Wang Wu thought for a while, folded up the whip in her hand, handed it to Fan Cheng beside her, and then raised her voice: "Give this whip to General Feiyan—remember it."