Sui and Tang Dynasties Summons

Chapter 67
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"Congratulations to the host, Zhao Yun's potential has been successfully activated. The host has consumed 60 monarch points and currently has 24 monarch points left." Finally, the system echoed in his mind.

Chen Tian's frown finally relaxed, "What potential?"

"Zhao Yun's potential is desperate gentian, desperate gentian - when in danger, the force can be randomly increased by 1-3 points, and can be activated twice."

"According to what you said, Zhao Yun only needs to add 3 points twice, so that he can add 6 points, and add 3 points for the state, so whether he can reach 108, I'll go, this is against the sky, no wonder he was in the million-dollar army back then. Among them, seven entered and seven exited, beheading more than 50 members." Chen Tian couldn't help projecting excitement in his eyes.

On the battlefield, murderous aura filled the air, limbs were broken, and blood flowed like rivers.

Zhao Yun was defending against a bunch of arrows, and Yang Lin's surprise attack caught him off guard, but after a bit of haste, the fearlessness in his eyes immediately recovered.

"It is detected that Zhao Yun's first layer of desperate gentian is launched, force +3, basic force 99, currently increased to 102!"

The spear in Zhao Yun's hand instantly rolled up a silver halo, and it came out, forming a silver vortex that swept directly towards Yang Lin's body.

Before the blow came, Yang Lin was already horrified to feel that Zhao Yun's shot contained an overwhelming air pressure, which was almost an invisible giant wall, carrying the power to destroy everything, pressing towards him.

The speed is fast, faster than the wind and lightning.The strength is stronger than that of Mount Tai.

Yang Lin didn't have time to think about it, turned over in the air, used the prisoner's dragon stick in his hand to change direction, and collided with the silver spear that struck.

Keng!
A sharp metal impact resounded through the sky, and the flying sparks lit up the entire valley.

"Impossible, the speed is so fast, even the strength is so strong, who are you?"

Yang Linma stumbled and managed to calm down with strong internal force, but there was still a force of both rigidity and softness running around in his body, making him very uncomfortable.

Yang Lin has collected a lot of marksmanship in his life, such as the Luo family spear, five tigers soul-breaking spears and other unrivaled marksmanship, but he has never seen such a fierce and fast marksmanship, and there is a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Seeing Yang Lin being shot away, Zhao Yun snorted coldly, his face full of contempt for the heroes of the world, "I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan!"

"Okay, good you Changshan Zhao Zilong, today you and I will win!" Yang Lin shouted angrily, raised the prisoner's stick in his hand again, and rode his horse towards Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun also raised his whip and rode his horse, and went straight to Yang Lin.

In the center of the battlefield, one black and one white, like a black and white pair of evil spirits, immediately fought into a group, the sky was filled with mad dust, streams of light shot in all directions, and flying stones splashed everywhere, so startled that the soldiers around did not dare to approach.

After [-] rounds, facing Zhao Yun's increasingly powerful offensive, Yang Lin gradually fell into a passive state, but Zhao Yun was not affected, and the determination on his face did not diminish at all.

Seeing that Yang Lin was slowly losing ground, Yang Xiong set up his long bow, slowly aimed at Zhao Yun, and shot an arrow at will.

Whoosh!
When Zhao Yun and Yang Lin were fighting fiercely, there was a sudden sound of strings, Zhao Yun heard how sharp it was, and forced Yang Lin's prisoner stick back with one move.

He pulled out the saber at his waist with lightning speed, this sword was the Qinghong Sword, once Qinghong came out, who would fight for the front?

Seeing the sound of the arrow piercing the sky getting closer, Yang Xiong thought that Zhao Yun would definitely die, but Zhao Yun suddenly turned around, there was no trace of fear in his eyes, he was still very calm, that calm, so calm that Yang Xiong felt terrified in his heart .

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, a cold light broke the sky.

The Qinghong sword was like a soaring green dragon in the hand, and it plummeted, breaking a bunch of flying rainbows that came flying.

"Impossible, this is impossible, how could it be so fast!" Not only Yang Xiong, but even Yang Lin was surprised by Zhao Yun's agility.

The shock in Yang Xiong's eyes flashed away, and he calmed down and shouted: "Father, go away! All soldiers, kill this enemy general for me! The reward for the killer is [-]!"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Yang Lin turned around and galloped away. Tens of thousands of iron cavalry soldiers stared at fame and wealth, and the sound of killing shattered the sky.

"Thousands of troops, so what!"

In an instant, Zhao Yun turned into a silver lightning and shot into the enemy formation. "It is detected that Zhao Yun has entered the most fearless state, force +3, the second level of desperate gentian is launched, force +2, and the current force has risen to 107!"

Seeing Zhao Yun riding alone into the enemy's formation and rushing towards him, Yang Xiong had a contemptuous smile on his face, "Hmph, you are too arrogant, today you will be ordered to die without a place to bury you!"

Zhao Yun, however, was like a cluster of silver flames, relentlessly burning the formation of the rebellious army, and not a single blade of grass grew as he passed along the way!

With the silver gun in his right hand, countless soldiers were torn to pieces.

With the Qinghong sword in his left hand, countless weapons were shattered.

Destroying all the way, it was like entering an uninhabited land, and no one could stop it.

The sneer on Yang Xiong's face began to disintegrate bit by bit with Zhao Yun's impact.

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

Ten steps.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun had already been killed in front of his eyes, and countless stumps and broken bodies fell behind him, and his horse's hooves stepped out bloody paths, like a peerless god of war.

"Stop him quickly!" Yang Xiong's face turned ashen, hysterically he summoned the iron cavalry to block Zhao Yun, and turned around to run away.

"Where do you run, eat me!" The Zhaoye Jade Lion under his crotch galloped his horse into the air, passing thousands of troops, and the spear in Zhao Yun's hand instantly turned into a phantom.

The extremely majestic force pierced through the air, stirring up a long stream of blood and dust, which turned into a column as thick as a human being, and it blasted towards it with dazzling radiance.

Yang Xiong's face was full of fear, but it was too late, Yang Xiong raised the simple knife in his hand, and carried it hard.

There is actually a difference of 21 points between the strength of the two!
Bang!
There was a sound of blade shattering through the air, Yang Xiong's Pu Dao was crushed into pieces, his feet sank three inches into the ground, and blood squirted out from his mouth continuously.

Before he could react in time, Zhao Yun rode his horse and brushed past him, the bright silver spear stirred like the wind, and Yang Xiong was torn into pieces and flew away in all directions.

With another move, Zhao Yun crushed and killed Yang Xiong like a god of war, setting off bursts of blood rain, which directly splashed on the heavily surrounded cavalry.

"Who else dares to stop me!" Zhao Yun roared in the wind, under the reflection of the setting sun, the white robe with dragon pattern on his back was stained with blood, and the silver armor on his body was also dripping with blood, but all of them came from bandits!

There was blood left in the setting sun, and the tip of the gun was under the blood, emitting a strong cold air.

Blood was flying all over the sky, splashing on the cavalry who were about to besiege. Seeing Zhao Yun's warrior-like figure, they all fled in fright.

"Whoever stands in my way will die!" Zhao Yun yelled again, waving the silver spear in his hand, and the Qinghong sword in his left hand piercing through the sun, breaking off the long spears that came to test, beheading countless along the way, and stepping on one A cold corpse.

The brave and incomparable white horse silver gun, full of blood, killed tens of thousands of cavalry, and smashed a bloody road, no one can stop it!
At the end of the fight, at the other end of the setting sun, the white horse leaps up, and the silver gun points to the sky, no one in the world can be that!

(To be continued.)
(End of this chapter)