959: C959 Zhao Yun's Memory

C959 Zhao Yun's Memory

2Just when Lee Shi and Ao Tong woke up Ao Tong's residual soul inside the Bingzhou Cauldron, the battlefield outside was already in chaos.

In the west side of the battlefield, Lee Moshen was facing two enemies, but he was gradually being suppressed by Ann Shaohuang and Lee Qianxu.

In the Eastern Battlefield, Huangfu Jie was slightly more ruthless than Huangfu Yuanming.

In the northern battlefield, Dragon-slaying Cavalry were basically suppressing the Netherworld Udumbara Flower. It was their current bodies that restrained these undead from fighting.

Yuwen Qi and Sikong Jing actually fought to a standstill; it was truly shocking to everyone present.

The most chaotic part was the central battlefield.

Guided by the principle of guerrilla warfare, Yang Jian had the Holy Beasts harass Lee Daoxuan. When Lee Daoxuan got angry, he led his men away.

Lee Daoxuan was extremely annoyed with himself for repeating the same thing over and over again.

Beside the deep pit that had been smashed open earlier, a few holy spirits were still unconscious.

However, in a corner that no one noticed, Zhao Yun's finger moved.

In the endless darkness, Zhao Yun's Spiritual Sense was wandering around.

"Where is this place …" "And who am I …"

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes. Zhao Yun stepped out of the darkness and came to a grassland.

At this moment, he was riding a white horse.

Beside him was a group of White Horse Cavalry soldiers with frantic expressions on their faces.

"This is... "Fleeing?"

Behind him, a battle cry resounded through the sky from the prairie.

"Kill Gongsun Zen!"

Gongsun Zan … Such a familiar name …

Right, he seems to be my master?

When Zhao Yun gradually reacted, an arrow came from behind and accurately pierced a figure riding a white horse in front of him.

"My lord!"

The other knights howled in grief.

The figure that fell from the horse was immediately chased by the pursuers behind him, chopping him into several pieces.

My Lord … Was he going to die just like that?

The vicious eyes of the pursuers looked towards Zhao Yun and the White Horse Knight beside him.

"Kill every single one of them!"

Zhao Yun's body trembled!

Oh yeah, I'm Zhao Yun, from a place called Chang Shan.

The riders around me are called the White Horse Yiping.

The sad figure who was killed by the sword was his father-in-law, Sun Zan.3

The sharp blades of the pursuing troops had already arrived in front of his eyes.

Zhao Yun wanted to attack back, but he found himself powerless.

He felt like …

He was scared out of his wits.

Because of his own incompetence, this battle was defeated.

Because he was too weak, he could only watch his lord fall in front of him!

"Clang!"

A long spear was positioned in front of Zhao Yun. When the enemy's blades touched the spear, they would instantly shatter into pieces.

Gun … Could it be this strong?

Zhao Yun raised his head to look and found that the one holding the gun was a smiling teenager. His purple eyes were calm, as if he didn't think much of the enemies in front of him.

Why … How could he be so relaxed on the battlefield?

"Don't get distracted on the battlefield."

The teenager blinked at Zhao Yun and swept his spear forward.

"Boom —"

A gale swept through, cleaving through the hundreds of enemies like a plow through the ground.

Zhao Yun's pupils constricted as he looked at the youth in shock.

The teenager asked Zhao Yun, "Do you want to learn it?"

Zhao Yun immediately nodded his head as though he was pounding garlic, afraid that the young man would go back on his word.

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