Deng Ai sneered upon seeing this.
The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation is one of the ancient and wondrous formations. How easy is it to escape from it?
Zhao Yun's face darkened; he had finally run into trouble.
"Surround and kill him!" Deng Ai roared, and the 300,000-strong army sprang into action again, cutting off Zhao Yun's retreat.
Zhao Yun's face darkened. This Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was indeed not simple. It would be impossible to break through without a fierce battle.
"kill!"
At this moment, Zhao Yun unleashed a powerful aura.
His eyes were icy as he looked at the Wei army around him, his gaze sharp and fierce. The Cliff-Edge Spear in his hand swept across all directions, and anyone who stood in Zhao Yun's way would suffer a severe injury.
Blood splattered, and the body fell to the ground.
In just a moment, Zhao Yun was covered in blood, looking extremely ferocious, and exuding a terrifying aura.
"kill!"
Zhao Yun shouted and charged again. At the same time, he used his internal energy to its fullest extent and poured it into the spear in his hand, which made his momentum rise again.
Since we can't find a way out, let's fight our way out!
Zhao Yun swung his Cliff-Corner Spear wildly, killing everyone who stood in his way. No one could withstand a single blow from him!
He was like a ruthless god of death, reaping the lives of the surrounding Wei soldiers and cutting them down one by one.
Deng Ai looked at Zhao Yun, who was fighting fiercely, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Kill! Charge forward with the entire army! We must stop him!"
"yes!"
Three hundred thousand troops swarmed in.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yun's lips curled into a mocking smile.
"A mere 300,000 troops dare to think they can stop me, Zhao Yun? That's wishful thinking!"
Zhao Yun shouted, "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear!"
In an instant, Zhao Yun's body seemed to merge with the spear in his hand.
His marksmanship was as fast as lightning, and he wounded many soldiers in the blink of an eye.
His figure moved like a ghost, leaping constantly within the formation, dodging wave after wave of attacks.
Soon, the weak point of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation was exposed to Zhao Yun's view.
Without hesitation, Zhao Yun leaped into the air, his silver spear in hand, and destroyed the key points of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation one by one.
"not good!"
When the formation was broken, Deng Ai's heart skipped a beat.
"Where is Wen Yang? Go and stop him!" Deng Ai shouted.
At this point, Deng Ai was already panicking.
If the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation is broken, their losses will be extremely heavy!
No sooner had Deng Ai finished speaking than Wen Yang hurriedly rode out on a white horse.
"General, do not worry, I am willing to personally capture Zhao Yun and present him to you!" Wen Yang said confidently.
"Good!" Deng Ai looked at Wen Yang with satisfaction and said, "Go!"
"Your subordinate obeys!" Wen Yang said, urging his white horse forward and charging towards Zhao Yun with his spear in hand.
"Zhao Yun! Take this!" Wen Yang roared.
His white horse was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared beside Zhao Yun.
Wen Yang raised his spear and thrust it at Zhao Yun. The spearhead flashed with a cold light, which was terrifying.
Seeing Wen Yang charging towards him, Zhao Yun even felt a sense of disorientation, as if he were seeing his younger self.
At this time, Wen Yang was only eighteen years old, but he had already reached the peak of the ninth rank!
Since Lu Li severed the Heavenly Connection, the strength of these martial artists has been increasing rapidly!
Wen Yang's marksmanship was also extremely superb, but he still fell into a disadvantage against Zhao Yun.
After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, Wen Yang gradually began to falter.
"This won't work, what should we do? What should we do?"
Wen Yang grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, because Zhao Yun's strength was in no way inferior to his own, and even seemed to have the upper hand, leaving him no time to catch his breath!
I had always heard how incredibly powerful Zhao Zilong was, with his white horse and silver spear, unparalleled in the world.
But in Wen Yang's mind, he was just an old soldier, and his strength was probably all just talk.
After all, Wen Yang became a peak ninth-level martial artist at the age of eighteen, so he had the right to be arrogant!
Who knew that he would realize today that he was wrong, terribly wrong!
Wen Yang couldn't help but doubt his life. How could he not even be able to defeat an old soldier?
"You dare to lose focus while fighting me? Take this!" Zhao Yun seized the opportunity when Wen Yang was distracted and suddenly thrust out.
Wen Yang's expression changed slightly, and he quickly blocked the attack!
With a loud clang, the two spears clashed, sparks flying.
Wen Yang felt a sharp pain in his hand and almost fell off his horse.
Zhao Yun pressed his advantage, brandishing his Cliff-Corner Spear and unleashing the Phoenix Three Nods technique, aiming straight for Wen Yang's head.
"Oh no!" Wen Yang's heart pounded with fear. He never expected to find himself in such a dangerous situation.
At the critical moment, Wen Yang quickly withdrew.
Even so, Zhao Yun still managed to slash his right arm, leaving a wound.
Just as Zhao Yun was closing in on the pursuit, Wen Yang suddenly pulled out a steel whip from the other side of the horse and slashed it at Zhao Yun!
Zhao Yun snorted coldly and blocked with his spear!
clang!
Zhao Yun deflected the steel whip, but Zhao Yun was still startled and broke out in a cold sweat.
He never expected that this young player had such a hidden trick up his sleeve!
If he hadn't reacted quickly, he probably would have fallen into his trap.
Seeing that his attack had failed, Wen Yang did not linger in the fight. He turned and rode away, preparing to seek other breakthroughs.
Unfortunately, Zhao Yun was unwilling to let him leave and immediately urged his mount, the Jade Lion, to chase after Wen Yang.
Soon, Zhao Yun and Wen Yang were locked in combat, their attacks evenly matched.
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