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Zhao Yun led his men up, but both sides were in a stalemate. The attackers had no better way to break the situation, and the defenders had no obvious advantage and could only take a defensive position while waiting for follow-up support.

Looking at the hedgehog-like formation, Zhao Yun realized the deep helplessness that the defenders had towards their formation. It was raining all the time, and the trebuchets and crossbows were basically useless, and even the crossbows were scrapped. , if you want to break through this formation, you can only rely on your own equipment advantages to forcefully open a gap, wave your hand to summon ten good players from the reinforced brigade, follow closely behind you, and use him as an arrow to rush towards the defensive array at the top of the city.

Zhao Yun can now be regarded as a brave and skilled young general. He carries a stick on his shoulder to convince others with virtue, and like a charging tiger, he rushes towards the defenders at the top of the city. His eyes shone with determination, which was the desire for victory and the fearlessness of the enemy.

The defenders at the top of the city were arranged in a hedgehog-like formation, densely packed, like an impenetrable line of defense. Their spears were as dense as a forest, and their shields were as strong as walls. Under the Eighth Prince's command and heavy promise, their eyes were full of vigilance and determination. They all knew that this battle was related to the survival of the city.

The 1,200 people behind Zhao Yun were all elites selected from countless battlefields. They all pulled out their swords, and their swords were shining like fierce dragons, following Zhao Yun towards the enemy. The eyes of these people are full of determination, and they are walking with firm and powerful steps. They know that only by following Zhao Yun, moving forward indomitably, even if they die, and risking their lives can they win.

The rain fell harder and harder, like a torrential downpour, pouring on everyone's bodies and their hearts. The rain mixed with the smell of blood and the chilling atmosphere of war. The rain wet everyone's clothes and blurred their eyes. They stepped firmly on the stone wall, and the distance they could see was only a few feet away.

In order to open the gap in the defensive formation, Zhao Yun personally led the reinforcement team and could only fight in close combat. He ran towards the enemy square regardless of his own safety, the sharp blade shone with cold light, and raindrops dripped down the handle of the knife.

It depends on whether the knife is fast and the armor is strong. This is a contest of strength and strength, a contest of courage and faith, and a contest of wisdom and determination. Zhao Yun and his more than a thousand soldiers wielded their swords with their most powerful right hand and raised their shields with their left hand. With indomitable courage, they launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

At this moment, it seemed that the only sounds left in the world were charges and shouts of fighting, and only the shadows of swords and swords were left in the field of vision. There was a rain of blood in the sky, and the rainwater dripping from the top of the city was scarlet.

Zhao Yun relied on his martial arts practitioner's physique and the superb stick skills of his little master to catch the enemy and tear open a corner of the defensive formation in one fell swoop. He rushed forward, swung the ball round and then smashed it. No one was his enemy. . He overthrew several people with his human stick, deflected the saber that struck at his feet, deflected the short spear thrown at him, deflected the long sword that stabbed at his neck, and repelled the short blade that sneaked up on his back. ………….

Soon there were only five dead and wounded out of the ten who followed him into the formation, but even faster, someone automatically added them and continued to follow the indomitable charge. Zhao Yun, wearing armor, has become an invulnerable god of death. However, in this endless fight, there is no clean spot on his body. Blood and rain intertwined, flowing down from his forehead and across his resolute and slightly childish face, but it could not wash away the evil spirit that penetrated his bones. His armor is covered with traces left by the enemy, and every knife mark and ax mark bear witness to his bravery and fearlessness.

Even though he was at the end of his strength, Zhao Yun still held back his last breath to break through this defensive encirclement. Every step he took was based on the enemy's fear. His eyes burned with the desire for victory, which was the force that supported him to continue charging forward and drawing his stick.

The Eighth Prince, seeing that his side was beginning to waver, felt anxious and decided to take action himself. Wielding the Huaxuan axe, like the god of death harvesting life, with an unstoppable momentum, he led his guards straight towards Zhao Yun. The big ax drew sharp trajectories in the air, seeming to split Zhao Yun in two.

With the strength of the little master, Zhao Yun is no ordinary person. His intuition is as sharp as a beast. Even when he is exhausted, he can instantly sense the approaching danger and sense the approaching death step by step. Just when the Eighth Prince's ax was about to touch, Zhao Yun suddenly turned his waist and dodged the fatal blow by a hair's breadth.

The silent battle between the two was like two forces in a storm, going back and forth without giving in to each other. The Eighth Prince swung the ax with great force every time, and the wind of the ax forced Zhao Yun to retreat continuously. Every time Zhao Yun used his stick, he was extremely precise. The tip of the stick pierced the slightest flaw where the Eighth Prince's ax had passed, forcing the Eighth Prince to return the axe.

There were no bystanders at all in this battle, surrounded by the sound of rain and the clang of weapons. This was a showdown involving glory and life and death. Every move could determine the outcome of the battle and your own life.

In these short life-and-death battles, Zhao Yun and the Eighth Prince each demonstrated extraordinary martial arts and tenacity. Every fight is a test of courage and wisdom, and every retreat is to accumulate strength for the next better attack.

After a few more rounds, Zhao Yun's eyes flashed with coldness. He knew that his body was reaching its limit and could not continue like this, otherwise he would be devoured by the Eighth Prince's subsequent attacks. It took a lot of effort for his body to move quickly and dodge in the rain, like a swimming dragon. Every time he dodges, there are dangers and dangers. Fortunately, he can always find that glimmer of hope.

The Eighth Prince's attacks became more and more fierce. Every time he swung the Huaxuan ax, a gust of wind was brought up. The rain was cut in half and fell on Zhao Yun, but it could not stop his progress. Zhao Yun's eyes were full of determination. He knew that as long as he could defeat the general opposite, he would be able to finalize the victory of this war.

The offensive between the two became more intense, and Zhao Yun's stick skills became sharper. Every time he used the stick, he could leave a dark force on the eighth prince's body through the armor, damaging the inner palace. The injured Eighth Prince went crazy, and Hua Xuan's ax dance became more and more fierce. He used the method of exchanging injuries for lives. Each swing could bring up a gust of wind, trying to kill Zhao Yun with one blow.

However, Zhao Yun's body is like a mountain. No matter how the Eighth Prince attacks, even if he cuts Zhao Yun on the back and wears damaged cassocks and inner armor, his protection is very good. Fortunately, there are no obvious external injuries, just serious injuries. It was just an internal injury. Zhao Yun exhaled the turbid air in his chest and abdomen and took a breath of fresh air. His eyes flashed with determination. He knew that he must not fall. He wanted to win this victory. Everyone knows that in a showdown of martial arts, the best defense is to attack. Zhao Yun, who had spent too much, only had one chance to charge back and counterattack. Now he can only rely on his extraordinary martial arts and rich battlefield experience to be beaten passively, time and time again in the Eighth Route Army. The prince found hope in his offensive. The Eighth Prince, relying on his extraordinary strength, constantly compressed the space where Zhao Yun could move, trying to find the opportunity for a fatal blow.

The fight between the two continued for more than ten rounds. Zhao Yun's armor was already covered with ax marks, and blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He forced to swallow the blood that surged into his throat, and his eyes became clearer. Knowing that he cannot fall, he must win.

After a few more rounds, Zhao Yun finally found the flaw in the eighth prince's moment of weakness. The stick of virtue in his hand was like a bolt of lightning, poking directly into the eighth prince's chest. The eighth prince was frightened and hurriedly retreated, but he was still hit in the shoulder by Zhao Yun's long stick. He could clearly hear the cracking sound of broken bones. The pained eighth prince almost missed the Hua Xuan ax he was holding in his hand. .

Zhao Yun did not stop, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, he stepped forward and continued to attack. Every time he drew out his stick, there was a whistling sound from the long stick. In the end, under Zhao Yun's continuous offensives, the Eighth Prince accidentally lost the whole game and was quickly defeated. This is what fighting is like in a battle. If the momentum is defeated, the outcome will take a turn for the worse, which means losing. . Sure enough, after a few more rounds, the Eighth Prince was hit in the chest by Zhao Yun with a stick that looked like a stick coming out like a dragon. He vomited blood and hit the wall a few feet away. He fell to the ground and fainted. The defenders were also here. After a moment of collapse, the Jinzhou Army's momentum surged, and then they swarmed forward and started to charge.

Zhao Yun also paid a huge price in this battle. Although there was no obvious trauma, his body was obviously shaky and exhausted. Fortunately, his mental state was still good, and his eyes were still firm, with doubts and incomprehensions, as if he was alive or dead. He broke through.