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Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Eight: Lost

"Zilong!"

Yang Wu looked at Zhao Yun who appeared in front of him with a look of surprise. He was a little surprised. He thought he was going to die, but he was rescued by Zhao Yun. The sword point just now was unstoppable. The gap between him and Fu Yi was too big. Even if he was sublimated, it would not be comparable to that level. However, Zhao Yun appeared and blocked Fu Yi's attack. This was amazing. At least it showed that Zhao Yun's strength was above him. His heart was shocked. He knew that Zhao Yun was not yet a half-step martial arts magical power at a young age, but he always regarded Zhao Yun as an ordinary half-step martial arts magical power...

"Person Zhao!"

On the Long City, countless Liang soldiers were also shocked at this moment, looking at Zhao Yun who suddenly emerged from the void.

"Who are you?" Fu Yi was also stunned for a moment. He thought that the sword point just now was enough to kill Yang Wu, but he didn't expect someone to kill him halfway. He was a little surprised. Then his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Zhao Yun in front of Yang Wu, with a silver armored silver spear, a jade-like wind, with an invisible style, which made people look sideways. There was a hint of seriousness in his eyes. Although it was just his sword point just now, it had reached the level of martial arts magic power, but was blocked by Zhao Yun with a gun. Moreover, it was not very difficult to see Zhao Yun's appearance.

"Zhao Yun!"

"Zhao Yun" Fu Yi muttered, then looked at Yang Wu: "Okay, you are the only two of you in the entire Longcheng who are qualified to die under my hands."

"Whoever dies and lives, I will know if I have fought, kill... Ang!" Zhao Yun took action, and his gun came out like a dragon. With a high dragon roar, a silver dragon appeared in the air. It was Zhao Yun's attack that transformed. The man and the gun were combined and turned into a silver dragon more than a hundred feet long and pounced on Fu Yi!

"Clang...boom..."

With a sound of golden swords intersecting, Fu Yi took action, slapped out with a palm, colliding with Zhao Yun. The void seemed to explode, the clouds collapsed, and a dazzling light burst out. Zhao Yun's figure flew backwards for hundreds of meters before stopping in the air. His helmet fell off, looking a little embarrassed, and his right hand holding the silver spear was trembling.

On the other side, Fu Yi's figure stood in the void, like a mountain, towering and motionless. However, if you look closely, you will find that Fu Yi's eyes were a little more serious, and there was a blood mark on the palm of his right hand. Fu Yi lowered his head and glanced at the faint blood mark on the palm of his right hand. It was cut out when he just fought with Zhao Yun.

"I didn't expect that one day I would suffer a loss on a warrior with a half-step martial arts magical power. You are the first one." Fu Yi raised his head and looked at Zhao Yun: "You are very good. In time, you will definitely reach my level. I am not even your opponent. Unfortunately, you are going to die here today..."

"brush!"

In the void, Fu Yi spoke lightly, as if talking to himself. Many people were a little confused. But the next moment, as Fu Yi's words fell, Fu Yi's body had disappeared from the spot. He took a step forward, and had reached a hundred meters away, appeared in front of Zhao Yun, and punched Zhao Yun. It was Fu Yi taking the initiative...

"Dong!"

The void was twisted, and a fist, as white as jade, was wrapped in a red light, aimed at Zhao Yun. It was simple and direct, without too much skill, but very practical.

"clang!"

Zhao Yun's silver spear was crossed in front of his chest, resisting the punch. With the sound of metal-like impact, Fu Yi's fist hit the silver spear. You can see that the silver spear bent down and Zhao Yun was bounced out. This was amazing. Zhao Yun's heart was shocked. This spear was given to him by his master Tong Yuan when he went down the mountain. Although it was not a magic weapon, the spear was cast with divine materials. In terms of hardness, it was not weaker than that of a magic weapon. According to Tong Yuan's words, this spear could grow into a magic weapon, but now it was bent by Fu Yi's punch...

"boom!"

Fu Yi stepped forward like a war emperor. He took one step forward, and Zhao Yun, who flew backwards, did not give Zhao Yun a chance to breathe. He either did not move, but would kill him if he moved. He poked his right hand out and turned into a giant palm and slapped at Zhao Yun.

"Break!" His body rolled in the air to leverage the force, and his feet were pedaling in the void. The spear in his hand moved, sweeping out a large spear light. At the same time, his body retreated because in the collision just now, he knew that in terms of strength, he and Fu Yi were not on the same level and were not capable of enemies.

"Can you leave?"

Fu Yi looked cold and slapped his big palm, covering the world. His spear was wiped out and a mountain was shattered.

"Kill" Zhao Yun's body narrowly avoided the attack. His body did not retreat but advanced. He stepped on the huge rock floating in the air, and the man and gun were united, like a dragon stabbing at Fu Yi. His speed was extremely fast. He could only see a dazzling silver-white gun light. Zhao Yun's body had already reached Fu Yi's body, and the tip of the gun was directly at Fu Yi's eyebrows.

laugh!

A golden spear appeared behind Fu Yi and aimed at the back of Fu Yi's head. Yang Wu, who was beside him, attacked Zhao Yun from the front and back.

"Clang! Clang!"

Fu Yi's face did not change much. He punched Zhao Yun's silver spear and punched him on the golden spear behind him. The others could not see Fu Yi's movements clearly, and could only hear the sound of the golden spear. Then he saw Zhao Yun's body rolling in the air, flying backwards for nearly a hundred meters to stabilize his figure. However, Yang Wu's figure hit the ground like a shell, and the golden spear in his hand was out of hand.

Fu Yi grabbed the left and right in the air. The golden spear seemed to be pulled. It was held in Fu Yi's hand in an instant, and then threw it out forcefully, aiming at Yang Wu who had not yet gotten up from the ground.

"laugh!"

The spear was thrown out like a golden stream of light, tearing the air apart, aiming at Yang Wu in the ruins.

"clang"

At this time, Zhao Yun took action, took one step and was extremely fast. He was standing in front of Yang Wu, sweeping the silver spear in his hand, directly sweeping the golden spear out, but he was not feeling well himself. The household registration of his hands holding the gun exploded at the first time, his body was knocked back dozens of meters, and blood was also overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s now.”

Seeing Zhao Yun being injured, Fu Yi's eyes flashed with a flash, and he stepped out, aimed at Zhao Yun and punched him.

"Hundreds of birds pay homage to the phoenix!" Zhao Yun roared long, his qi and blood soared into the sky, and a huge fire phoenix appeared behind him. The red clouds soared into the sky. The silver spear in his hand shone brightly, and he carried the fire phoenix to kill Fu Yi. At this moment, everyone had an illusion that a fire phoenix fluttered its wings and flew high, and the red clouds filled the sky. Behind the fire phoenix, countless birds spread their wings, as if they were meeting...

The phoenix flapped its wings and flew high, but in the end, the feathers fell, and with a series of red-eyed blood, everything disappeared. Zhao Yun's body slammed heavily on the ground, coughing out a large mouthful of blood, the armor on his chest was broken, and a spear was inserted beside him.

In the void, Fu Yi was condescending, his face still calm, but it could be seen that his right hand was broken, blood was blurred, and a large area of ​​red donation dyed red. He was injured in the collision just now.

"You can hurt me with your half-step martial arts magical powers. You are the second one I have encountered in the world."

Fu Yi looked at Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun was really extraordinary. The cultivation of half-step martial arts magical power could still hurt him when he collided with him. This was amazing. If he had not broken through the realm of martial arts prodigy for more than ten years. But when he had just broken through this realm, he could not even guarantee whether he could defeat Zhao Yun, because Zhao Yun's current combat power was almost as good as some people who had just broken through martial arts magical powers. Even the weakest person in martial arts magical powers, it was still amazing, because Zhao Yun was only half-step martial arts magical powers now. If he broke through, his strength would not be imagined. At least he was a first-class person in martial arts magical powers, and even became a top giant.

At this point, Fu Yi's eyes were so murderous intent had skyrocketed. Zhao Yun's talent was so amazing, and it was an enemy. If he stayed, it would be a disaster.

"Fu Yi!"

At this moment, Yang Wu in the ruins staggered and stood up. He was miserable at this time, covered in blood, his armor was ragged, and his hair turned white. Especially his face was full of wrinkles, which felt older than before. This was the result of the extreme sublimation.

"Yeah!" Fu Yi frowned slightly and looked at Yang Wu instinctively.

"General."

Zhao Yun also climbed up from the ruins and saw Yang Wu's appearance. But the next moment, he saw Yang Wu's figure suddenly disappear in front of him, and the next moment he appeared directly in front of him. Then he felt a powerful force attacking. He was really caught off guard and was thrown out by Yang Wu-

"Remember what I said during the day. When I die, I will bury my bones on the hillside next to Longcheng. If the body cannot be found, bury my clothes..." Yang Wu turned to Zhao Yun and said with a smile on his old face: "Live, I'll wait for you to cast the capital official with the heads of the Han clan."

"General!"

Zhao Yun's face changed drastically, and his body was thrown away hundreds of meters by Yang Wu.

"Boom!"

At this moment, accompanied by loud noises, the sky above Yang Wu's head suddenly turned red, and the black clouds suddenly turned red. They were flames, rolling red, as if the sky was ignited at this moment.
Chapter completed!
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