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Chapter 998 "Actor" Meng Zhang

At the same time, Meng Zhang on the general's platform looked at Zhao Yun's Longdan Spear, which had cracks on it, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

Then he began to deliberately suppress the extremely powerful internal energy in his body imperceptibly, making himself look as weak as possible, so that Zhao Yun and others would mistakenly believe that Meng Zhang was not good at martial arts.

Therefore, with Meng Zhang's secret cooperation, Zhao Yun quickly inflicted several minor injuries on Meng Zhang!

The blue light of the Dongzhu on the tassel of the Star Sword in his hand gradually dimmed. He pretended to stagger back two steps, deliberately letting the tip of Zhao Yun's spear cut a hole in his brocade robe.

Shi Jingsi's roar was still ringing in his ears, but the Yellow Turban Army commander seemed completely unaware of the danger and let the spear brush past his ear. A few strands of his hair were cut off by the strong wind and fell on the gold-painted railings of the command platform.

"Meng Shuai, be careful!"

Amid the panicked shouts of the Yellow Turban warriors, Meng Zhang adopted a clumsy defensive posture. The Star Sword in his hand was like a dragonfly with its wings wet by the morning dew, and he twisted his body to block Zhao Yun's Dragon Gallbladder Spear, which was as powerful as a silver dragon exploring the sea.

The spear tassel swept across the lotus-patterned wristband on his wrist, shaking off a few ice crystals that reflected a colorful halo under the morning sun.

"Humph!"

Meng Zhang groaned, and the brocade robe on his left shoulder split open, revealing the soft black armor underneath - but he deliberately restrained the protective energy on his body and allowed the tip of the gun to plow a white mark on the armor.

"Good marksmanship!"

He clapped his hands and chuckled, with a hint of deliberate panting in his voice.

"General, your unique skill of 'Silver Dragon Raising its Head' really opened my eyes."

As he spoke, he seemed to be in a panic and dodged to the side, but in fact he accurately let the tip of Zhao Yun's spear brush against the jade belt on his waist for the third time. The emerald buckle with dragon pattern broke and tumbled onto the stone steps of the command platform.

Shi Jingsi could see everything clearly from behind, and this battle-hardened captain suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Every time the commander-in-chief Longxiong was in danger, he just avoided the fatal flaws; those seemingly awkward stumbles were clearly accompanied by some kind of wonderful footwork.

He was about to open his mouth to remind him, but he saw Meng Zhang suddenly stagger and fall on the commander's seat. The Star Sword flew out of his hand and hit the commander's flagpole. The nine-tassel pheasant tail trembled and scattered gold powder all over the ground.

"General Zhao is truly a hero. He was able to break into this iron wall so easily."

Meng Zhang rubbed his wrist and smiled bitterly, allowing the tip of Zhao Yun's spear to be pressed against his throat. Under the black soft armor, the energy in his chest flowed like a rushing river, but he forcibly suppressed it so that the surface was calm.

The tip of Zhao Yun's spear trembled slightly, and icy mist crawled up Meng Zhang's neck along the blade. The victorious general suddenly caught a fleeting gleam in the opponent's eyes, and a sense of alarm rose in his heart.

But at this time, seven silver-armored captains had already led their white-horse volunteers to rush into the commander's platform, and chains were wrapped around the commander's flagpole like silver snakes. Shi Jingsi's Yajiao spear was just picking up the sword of the last guard.

"The general's courage is unparalleled in the world!"

Meng Zhang suddenly laughed out loud, startling the bronze sparrow perched on the eaves of the stage. A little scarlet appeared in his throat as it flapped its wings. However, he deliberately rushed towards the tip of the spear, allowing the dragon gall spear to draw a bloody mark on the side of his neck. The collar with gold thread edging was immediately stained with vermilion.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves like thunder suddenly came from afar. Liang Fang's phoenix-wing gilded halberd split the blood mist, emitting a cold blue light in the morning light.

The fierce Yellow Turban general's hair and beard stood on end, and the red tassel on his lion helmet danced wildly in the wind: "General Meng! How dare the thief hurt you!"

Following closely behind was Liang Lin, whose bright silver hammer danced into a silver moon, and the chains of the White Horse Volunteers broke wherever it passed.

Meng Zhang looked at the rolling Azure Dragon and Starry Sky flags in the sky and knew that the time had come. He suddenly grabbed the shaft of Zhao Yun's spear with his left hand and pulled it seemingly in panic, but in fact he used the force to lean back.

The Dragon Gallbladder Spear brushed past his ear, leaving a three-foot deep mark on the armrest of the commander's seat. Meng Zhang took advantage of this moment to flick the Star Sword Tassel with his right fingertips seven times. Seven star rays suddenly lit up, turning into the Big Dipper hanging above the commander's seat. The Yellow Turban Warriors, who had originally scattered, suddenly whistled in unison, and khaki-colored Qi gushed out from the earth veins, condensing into seven khaki-colored Qi walls under the guidance of the star rays.

Shi Jingsi's chains hit the earth wall, causing sparks to fly everywhere. The silver chains of the seven silver-armored captains were bitten back by the internal energy, and tiny beads of blood oozed out of their palms.

"withdraw!"

Zhao Yun roared, and the Dragon Gallbladder Spear suddenly burst out with a blinding silver light. The ice crystals in the morning mist were pulled by the spear's light and condensed into a force of energy several feet long, which slammed into the star formation in front of Meng Zhang.

The corner of Meng Zhang's mouth curled up into a slight smile, but at the moment when Zhao Yun's silver-white qi reached his body, he deliberately let the protective qi stagnate for half a breath.

Ice crystals poured down like a torrential rain, blooming white plum blossoms on his brocade robe. The golden crown in his hair was blown off by the strong wind. He staggered and fell to the ground, blood seeping from between his fingers, staining the golden cloud carpet beneath him red.

"Meng Shuai!"

Liang Fang's eyes were bloodshot, and the phoenix-wing gilded halberd cut through the last ice wall. Liang Lin followed closely behind, and the lone needle and shining silver hammer turned into a meteor chasing the moon, and went straight to the back of Zhao Yun.

"go!"

Meng Zhang suddenly shouted loudly, and used his right hand to support himself and leap up. The Star Sword danced out a rain of stars in the sky. The sword tip seemed messy, but in fact it was in line with the Zhoutian Star Array, directing the offensive of Liang Fang and Liang Lin towards the bronze lamp posts around the command platform.

The gilded halberd smashed three lamp posts, and the bright silver hammer knocked down half of the railing. However, Meng Zhang took advantage of this moment of confusion and deliberately allowed himself to be hit in the chest by Zhao Yun's spear, causing him to stagger and fall off the stage.

Zhao Yun took the opportunity to ride his horse back, his Longdan Spear knocked away seven soul-chasing banners, and Shi Jingsi's chains swept away the golden drums on the general's platform.

The three hundred White Horse Volunteers broke out of the Yellow Turban Army's defense line like a silver torrent.

Liang Fang and Liang Lin were about to give chase, but they saw Meng Zhang suddenly raise his hand, and the Dongzhu on the Star Sword Tassel burst out with dazzling blue light again.

"Don't chase poor bandits."

Meng Zhang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and ice crystals on his brocade robe fell off.

"What I want is the lives of the entire army of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, not the blood of a few white horses!"

He looked at the receding figures of the Baima Yicong, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes.

The morning light shone through the broken dome of the command platform onto Meng Zhang. The Yellow Turban Army commander picked up the emerald dragon-patterned buckle on the ground and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the distance, the star-shaped flags of the Qinglong Tianxiu Legion have been rearranged, while at the entrance of Hulu Valley in the northwest, the sound of the silver bells of the Baima Yicong is gradually spreading like wildfire.

At the same time, in the center of the Qian army, the moment the bronze lance blade split the morning mist, Gu Changqing's command platform collapsed.

Li Cunxiao's Yuwang Spear was still powerful enough to nail the old general, along with his armor, into the broken flagpole.

Blood dripped from the tip of the spear, and spread out like withered plum blossoms on the blue bricks. The seven knife wounds on the old commander's chest suddenly burst open, and the last ray of life dissipated in the morning breeze.

“Grand Master——!”

Tan Mengjun's bloodshot roar was drowned out by the sound of war drums. He saw a cloud of blood mist rising when Li Cunxiao drew his spear, and Gu Changqing's body slipped off like a rag. The "Gu" flag that had been with him for forty years was now being crushed to pieces by the iron hooves of the Flying Tiger Cavalry.

(End of this chapter)