Eternal gate

"You have a good trip too."

Zhao Yun was as fast as lightning. He struck with his front foot and beheaded the old man in black robe with his back foot.

The old man also left melancholy. He thought he had picked up a soft persimmon, but unexpectedly, he was targeted by an evil god. He didn't even pass by before and after, so he went to the Palace of Hell to report.

"Thank you."

Li Zhaoyang staggered before standing still.

"Don't mess around." Zhao Yun warned.

I was afraid that the emperor's death would hit the princess.

So much so that since the war started, she has been picking tough enemies to fight.

"clear."

Li Zhaoyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then attacked him with his sword, slashing desperately.

She was indeed hit. Her anger towards the King of Wei and her hatred towards the rebels were like a brand, engraved in her soul, turning her grief and pain into endless fighting spirit.

"Zhao Zilong."

A hissing sound came from the city wall not far away.

At a glance, it is a mystery, fortune telling is a skill, but the combat ability is almost meaningless.

However, he faced a ruthless character, dressed in purple robes and with a ghost-headed mask on his face.

That's right, it's the ghost-faced man. He went to cool off outside the city for a while and then came back to fight.

What a thief he is! If he couldn't defeat Zhao Yun, he would look for those with weak martial arts skills to attack.

And Xuanji is a Zhan Wu scum.

"How dare you come back." Zhao Yun walked between the figures like a ghost.

Fortunately, he arrived in time. If it was a moment later, the mystery would have been destroyed.

Whoosh!

Seeing Zhao Yun, the ghost-faced man turned around and ran away without even thinking.

It was too hot, so he had to go to cool off for a while. After Zhao Zilong left, he would come back to start trouble.

In a word, if he comes, I will go, if he leaves, I will come. If you can beat me, I will fight. If you can't beat me, I will run away.

If this method could be used to hold back the martial arts leader, it would be a great achievement.

"Still want to leave?"

Zhao Yun's eyes were as bright as a torch and he jumped off the city wall.

Ordinary masters, that's all, but the ghost-faced man is definitely not a third-rate guy. He has to keep half his eyes open even if he is alive and sleeping.

"Destroy me?" The ghost-faced man sneered, his strange movements reaching the extreme speed.

The two of them entered a mountain forest one after the other.

Then, there was the sonorous sound of iron tools colliding.

The situation of the battle is not difficult to predict, and the ghost-faced man will be at a disadvantage.

However, instead of fighting head-on, he ran away after two moves, leading Zhao Yun away from the battlefield.

kill!

war!

The bloody battle in Wuzhou City did not stop because the two men left.

The extraordinary situation did not stop, but became more and more intense, and the city walls were covered with blood.

"Whoever defeats Wu State will receive a reward of one million and be crowned king on the spot."

As the commander-in-chief of the rebel army, King Wei performed his duties conscientiously. He stood on the chariot and howled so loudly that the gods and ghosts were weeping.

It doesn't matter whether it's a pie or a sincere promise.

His words were indeed very encouraging.

Looking at the rebel soldiers, they all look like ferocious beasts with extremely strong fighting power.

That's all. One after another, one after another, one fell, and another attacked, with a posture of not giving up until the city was breached.

They were so powerful that the Tang army could not stop them.

This battle started in the early morning and continued until nightfall.

The beacon smoke has not dissipated, but there are roars and roars, which are swallowed up by the night.

Mingjin!

withdraw troops!

When the stars filled the night sky, King Wei finally gave the order, his face looking fierce and scary.

It was he who underestimated the Tang army, which was so tenacious that they fought fiercely for a day and refused to retreat to the death.

In addition to being angry, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

When the emperor was still there, he was no match for him even if he personally sat at Yanmen Pass.

Now the commander-in-chief of the opponent, and it was the small Wuzhou City, was fighting so hard.

"Young child of the Zhao family, I will kill you."

King Wei's anger and hatred were all directed at Zhao Yun.

If that boy hadn't ordered the Tang army to defend, most of his Wei cavalry would have crushed Wuzhou.

It’s not over, this matter is not over.

Wait for him to regroup and defeat this city.

"Zhao Zilong, I will kill you one day."

The King of Wei was not the only one who scolded his mother, but also the ghost-faced man who escaped pursuit.

How could he be so miserable now? There were many criss-crossing sword marks all over his body. Not only his right arm was cut off, but even his meal was taken away by someone.

"You can run fast."

When Zhao Yun returned to Wuzhou City, he climbed up the tower while holding on to the wall.

His demonic state had long since dissipated, and it was precisely because of it that he felt weak.

If not, it would be impossible for the ghost-faced man to escape.

Fortunately, he severely injured the opponent. After March and May, the guy couldn't go to the battlefield.

"Little uncle."

Mingyu came up to him. He was seriously injured and walked with a limp.

Not only him, everyone who participated in the fighting today, including several marshals, all lost their jobs without exception.

There is no way, the Wei army is powerful and its troops are absolutely suppressed.

This time, being able to defend the city and still survive is extremely valuable.

"If we fight like this, we won't be able to wait for reinforcements to arrive." Marshal Yan Ling sat down.

"People are here in the city." Marshal Canglong said with a strong voice and no hint of cowardice.

"War is not a child's play, and we can't fight for a short time." The commander of the imperial forest said leisurely.

The implication of these words is obvious, abandon Wuzhou and retreat to Liangzhou City to preserve their strength.

There was a sudden silence at the scene. Although the commander-in-chief's idea was very demoralizing, he had to admit that withdrawing troops was the best option in the current situation.

No one said anything, and all the generals looked at Zhao Yun.

As the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, he can only withdraw if he says to withdraw.

"Give me half a day." Zhao Yun took a sip of wine.

"Going to assassinate again?"

Yunlan

He glanced at it and seemed to know what Zhao Yun was thinking.

Not to mention her, everyone present basically believed that, capture the thief and capture the king! This kid's usual style of play, a little more subtle, is to burn food and grass. This thing is really sneaky.

However, today is different from the past.

With lessons learned from the past, how could King Wei be unprepared?

Not to mention anything else, there are more than three or five of his substitutes.

Even if the real person is found, it may not be possible to assassinate him. You must know that there are a lot of martial arts people who defected to the King of Wei, and there are many top-notch ones. They can be said to be like clouds of masters.

"I am self-aware."

Zhao Yun smiled and handed Mingyu a page of paper.

It is filled with text, including Taoist robes, peach wood swords, charms, and tributes.

"This." Mingyu looked confused, and the generals were also confused.

"Get these ready." Zhao Yun didn't explain too much, just sitting cross-legged and breathing.

Mingyu followed his uncle's instructions and limped down the city wall.

The generals are still confused. You look at me and I look at you. I wonder what kind of medicine someone is selling in his gourd.

Mr. Zhao became calm and steady as a mountain.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, and we can't defeat them in a head-on fight.

In this way, you can't take the wrong approach.

The so-called biaofeng refers to a unique skill of "asking for rain".

I recall that year, there was a severe drought in Wutong Town and there was no harvest. Ye Banxian set up an altar and cast a spell to pray for rain, but what he got was a hailstorm, which destroyed many houses.

According to the explanation of the half-immortal, there was something wrong with Qiu Yu because he was not a boy.

Yes, he wanted this problem, because at this moment, he was no longer a boy.

I'm praying for rain, but how about a hailstorm?

If you choose a place to pray for rain, such as a rebel camp, wouldn't it be a big scene?

If the Wei army is in chaos, then this battle will be easy to fight. A group of armored cavalry will rush over and trample them to death.

The premise is that he can ask for hail.

If it doesn't work, we have to withdraw our troops.