Chapter 142 God General Zhao Yun

Yu Fuluo, king of the Huns, looked up to the sky, as if resting on the eve of victory.

A middle-earth man, delusional to cross his elite war of 3,000 men.

What kind of ignorance is this?

What kind of ignorance?

With just a snap of the fingers, this person will be wiped out, right?

The same is true of him and everything he represents behind him.

However, things were unexpected.

With the continuous roar of death, Yu Fuluo opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that his personal guards were constantly falling under the silver spear of this white-robed middle-earth warrior at this moment.

These Xiongnu personal guards are the most elite fighters in the clan.

The death of their companions did not frighten them, and they continued to press forward.

Zhao Yun panted, and seemed to have calmly killed here. No one could understand how much pressure he was facing.

At this moment, his strength is running out, but he is still some distance away from the Huns.

far away.

Yuan Tan could no longer see Zhao Yun's figure, and the Huns' flags were like clouds in Wang's formation, blocking everyone's sight.

But with Zhao Yun's defeat before, the formation of the Xiongnu king's personal soldiers was constantly in turmoil, and Rulin's swords and guns seemed to be swaying constantly as if they had been attacked by a storm.

This kind of fluctuation has been continuously going deep into the interior, until it has become extremely quiet at this moment.

This shows what.

Could it be that Zhao Yun has... Yuan Tan sweated.

On the one hand, Zhang Liao and the others were fighting the enemy, and on the other hand, they were also paying attention to Zhao Yun's situation.

Now, there is no sign at all, and their hearts have sunk to the bottom of the valley.

In this world, who can single-handedly pass through the formation guarded by the King of the Huns?

No one can do it.

But this spirit of giving up one's life for righteousness,

Inspires all.

"Father, then Zhao Yun must be dead." Yuan Shang didn't hold any hope at all.

Yuan Shao's expression was gloomy. There are so many righteous men in the Yuan family. He also knew that he had made many mistakes at this point.

In the formation of the Huns.

Yu Fuluo looked at the white-robed warrior not far away, as if he was deeply trapped in a swamp at the moment, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

How dense the battle formation is already, there is only an open space of seven or eight feet for this person.

"Is it too late?"

Seeing that Zhao Yun was unable to move, Yu Fuluo signaled the guards to temporarily stop attacking. He didn't feel anything about the many deaths.

Even the death of his son was just a night of grief.

"Soldier of Middle-earth, what's your name?"

Obviously, Yu Fuluo also had to admit that the young man in front of him gave him too much shock.

"Under the Shence Mansion, Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

Zhao Yun was on foot. After all, it was even more difficult to ride a horse in such a densely guarded formation. At this moment, he was still about 30 meters away from Yu Fuluo, King of the Huns.

This distance can usually be covered in a few seconds.

But at this moment, countless deadly weapons were just inches away, and his strength had already been lost too much.

He knew that it was difficult to finish this last journey.

Yu Fuluo also knew this, so he stopped the soldiers under his command.

An idea came into his mind, and he said it now.

"Zhao Yun, I admire your courage. As long as you swear allegiance to me, to my Huns, I will promise to spare your life. And let you become my appointed slave of the Middle Earth, and follow me to witness the revival of the Huns !"

From Yu Fuluo's point of view, Zhao Yun was at the end of his strength and could not come to his side at all.

Moreover, he is really willing to have such a slave, which will make his glory shine even more.

"Allegiance to you?" Zhao Yun wiped the blood on the silver gun.

"Yes, this is your only chance to survive. It's a pity for a brave man like you to be here. Join us, the Huns. Only our tribe can give you a real stage."

"Follow my king's flag, your name will surely shock the world in the future!"

Yu Fuluo said proudly.

Zhao Yun smiled, "When your people wake up in their dreams because of your death in the days to come, they will recall my name."

"..." Yu Fuluo.

"Hahahaha..." Yu Fuluo laughed, this was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

It was as if a groundhog was telling the wolf king how vast the burrow he was hiding in was.

At this moment, no one in the Huns knew about Zhao Yun.

But in the future, this name is destined to be engraved in the bones of generations of Huns.

The battle outside continued, and countless people died every second.

The fierce battle made the tranquility of the Xiongnu king's formation seem extraordinarily strange.

"Look, it's Zilong!"

Dian Wei pointed at the bloody iron halberd.

"He's still alive!" Yuan Tan saw the soaring figure.

The soldiers of Shence Army were inspired at this moment.

More and more people saw Tengfei, including the Huns.

The direction the figure went, they were stunned and forgot about each other's fight.

Zhao Yun flew up.

Step on the most elite warriors of the Huns.

Soar above thousands of blades.

Even the strongest eagle in the grassland could not be compared with him.

The gentian silver gun in his hand is the sharpest eagle in the world.

Crossed the distance between heaven and earth, came to the place he went.

The golden eagle on the Wang Banner's banner was also eclipsed by it.

"Impossible!" Yu Fuluo, King of the Huns, was shocked. The warriors he had seen were like crucian carp crossing the river. No one had ever been able to be so calm in the strongest personal guard of the Huns.

It turned out that this person was just pretending!

His personal guards were all shocked.

It is unbelievable that the birds that have been captured by the tribe broke out of their cocoons and transformed into the most distant eagle flapping its wings, and now it has hovered over their king.

But their king is definitely not the pika on the grassland, but the strongest wolf king.

The king's wolf howl resounded across the ground, and the golden knife's wolf claws stabbed obliquely.

Zhao Yun is extremely calm at this moment, he knows that there is only one chance, that is, there is only one move. Among the thousands of elite soldiers, if Yu Fuluo couldn't be killed with one move, there would be no second chance.

He really doesn't have much strength anymore, after this move, he will never walk out of this big formation again.

"My lord, Yun Neng has followed you, and I have no regrets in this life. If I die, please live on. Shence Erlang loves you so much. It is you who make them real men. It’s like a home. There can be no clouds in this world, but it can’t be without you!”

The silver eagle strike and the golden wolf claw collided together in front of the sun, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

Blood was then spilled on the ground.

Yu Fuluo's golden knife pierced Zhao Yun's shoulder. Looking at Zhao Yun standing in front of him, Yu proudly praised: "You are really an amazing warrior of Middle Earth. You are beyond my imagination. After all the hardships and obstacles, he finally came before this king."

Looking at Zhao Yun who was bleeding profusely, he smiled disdainfully, "It's just a pity that you are so weak and powerless in front of this king, like a pika on the grassland, the most humble ant."