Chapter 2512 Commander Vs. Commander

The next day, before dawn, the sound of iron hoofbeats was heard outside Cangzhou City.

The rebels are coming, a total of 300,000 troops, spread out on the ground like a black carpet.

The leader is none other than King Xiao Yang.

Despite his evil temper, he is a rare general.

Since he arrived in Chuzhou, the rebels have stabilized their position and their morale has been greatly shaken. Now, the 300,000 troops he personally leads are even more organized and majestic. The combined force created by them is approaching Cangzhou. , not to mention the Xuanjia soldiers, even the battle-hardened generals could not help but look solemn.

"Zhao Zilong, come and fight."

Outside the city, three hundred thousand troops were shouting in unison, the sound shaking the world.

Regardless of whether they are strong in combat or not, their aura is enough.

Before viewing the formation, the battle platform has been set up, and it is dedicated to the commanders of the two armies.

Mingyu glanced at Zhao Yun, he was very reluctant to lead an army and go out of the city to fight.

"Prepare to charge."

Zhao Yun left a few words, jumped off the city wall, and landed firmly on the battlefield.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals, he was never afraid of King Xiao Yang. It was the same then and it is the same today.

"Must win."

Some of the enemy troops howled, how could there be no one in the Xuanjia army?

Not only that, Mingyu also personally took the drumsticks and beat them as hard as he could. He couldn't lose his momentum. War drums are meant to boost morale and cheer up the young master's uncle.

boom!

King Xiao Yang also stepped onto the fighting platform, and when he landed, there was a loud bang.

Zhao Yun saw this and couldn't help but look at this former opponent in a new light.

The information is true, this person's skill is indeed much stronger than before.

I'm afraid that even if the old sword master is here, he won't be able to suppress his disciple.

"Today, I will kill you."

King Xiao Yang must have hated Zhao Yun so much, or maybe he had so much anger hidden in his heart that he couldn't suppress it when he saw his enemy.

He had already planned that after Zhao Zilong was destroyed, he would send his troops to conquer Cangzhou.

Without Zhao Zilong in charge, he had the confidence to fight all the way to the capital.

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"Eat my slap."

Little Yang Wang has a surging momentum and strong and domineering palm power.

Zhao Yun was stronger, not retreating but advancing, gathering the internal power of ice and fire into one palm.

boom!

The two palms collided, and there was a roar.

Then, there was a force of energy that spread in all directions, causing dust to fly. Even the war horses were frightened and neighed one after another.

Well!

This muffled groan came from King Xiao Yang, and with a hard palm, he was completely at a disadvantage.

That's right, he hasn't turned into a demon yet, and with his own strength alone, he is far behind Zhao Yun.

"Long time no see, I really underestimate you."

King Xiao Yang gritted his teeth and his eyes were quite red.

His form changed instantly. His black hair, like a waterfall, turned into blood, and the Qi surging around his body became a demonic evil that wreaked havoc, and its power surged to the extreme.

"What a powerful inner force."

On the city wall, many Xuanjia soldiers could not help but feel trembling when they saw it.

Even from a distance, you can still feel the pressure of King Xiao Yang.

Of course, his marshal was not blind, his whole body was ignited with flames of ice and fire.

Zheng!

Sonorous!

Under the spotlight, the battle between the two commanders finally began.

The rebels could see clearly, and the Xuanjia officers and soldiers who were commanding them could also have a panoramic view.

Masters, those two are top masters.

It is precisely because he is at the top that his moves can kill people. Even a powerful sword light can pierce the air and burst into a bunch of sparks.

"How could he be so strong?" Among the rebels, there were also martial arts masters, all of whom were the guards of King Xiao Yang. They couldn't help but be frightened after seeing Zhao Yun's background.

You must know that his master, who cultivates magic skills, has absorbed the inner strength of countless masters for a long time, and has already strengthened it.

More than his master, the old sword master.

However, against Zhao Zilong, there is no advantage at all.

"What a freak." The speaker was an old man in purple robe.

He is also an extremely expert, and his eyes are filled with endless doubts.

That guy was poisoned by blood, and he was terminally ill. It didn't take long for his injuries to heal, and he was fine. How come his skills were still improving?

puff!

As he spoke, a streak of blood appeared on the battlefield.

It was King Xiao Yang who was injured and received a sword from Zhao Yun. A sword mark was cut on his chest.

Blood made his already demonic nature even more crazy.

The blood on his chest was slowly healing along with his madness.

Zhao Yun was not surprised at all.

The old sword master he had fought with was a fellow practitioner of demonic arts, and the resilience of both master and disciple was extremely strange.

This may be the special effect of magic.

"Sacrifice my sword with your blood."

King Xiao Yang has a ferocious face and disheveled hair, resembling an evil ghost.

The appearance was so scary that some people gasped, and among them were rebel soldiers. The commander's behavior really made them respect and fear him. Compared with the two, they looked at the civil and military champion, which was more pleasing to their eyes.

At least, Zhao Zilong would not go crazy on weekdays, let alone suck living people into mummies.

Speaking of madness, the commander-in-chief of his family seems to have fallen ill again.

Yes, just because he was ill, and with repeated attacks, Little Yang Wang seemed to transform into a crazy man who went crazy, the kind who didn't recognize his relatives.

The criticism of practicing magic is that it is unable to control powerful magic power, and even the consciousness is eroded. Most of the time, it is impossible to maintain a clear mind, and some are just killing.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun is calm and relaxed.

Even if the opponent becomes demonized, his momentum will not diminish at all.

Not only has it not diminished, but it has also frequently inflicted heavy losses on King Xiao Yang, because since he reached his peak, there have been flaws everywhere, and the magic power has

No matter how powerful he is, no matter how domineering his resilience is, if he sees the right opportunity, he can kill him with one sword.

"Death, why don't you die?" The battlefield filled with flying yellow sand was filled with the roar of Little Yang King.

He has exhausted all his knowledge, yet he still cannot defeat his opponent.

The bloody battle has revealed the cruel truth to him:

He is not as good as Zhao Zilong.

The repeated defeats once again pushed his state of mind into the abyss of darkness. He was afraid that from the day when he was selected as the number one martial artist, that person seemed to have become his nemesis, and he would definitely lose at the first sight.

ah!

His unwillingness and anger made him crazy to the extreme.

Forbidden method, he used the terrible forbidden method, at the cost of consuming essence and blood, in exchange for more powerful magic power.

For a moment, the battle platform was filled with evil spirits, dancing with the yellow sand.

However, it didn't work. He lost his mind and messed up his moves. In addition to his powerful magic power, he seemed to be a living target.

"Good journey."

Zhao Yun said lightly, his words cold and silent.

His sword was clanging, infused with internal energy, and surrounded by ice and fire. Both the sword's power and his sword's will were as strong as they had ever been since he started practicing martial arts.

"My lord."

Seeing that the situation was not good, King Xiao Yang's guards came to kill them all.

There were also 300,000 troops who also moved collectively at this moment.

pity.

late.

Zhao Yun had already drawn his sword, his figure was like the wind, and he was so fast that he could no longer see a shadow. He drew a dazzling shockwave on the blood-stained battlefield.

Then, blood suddenly appeared.

King Xiao Yang suffered a decisive blow and his chest was pierced by a sword.

By the time his guards arrived, he had collapsed to the ground and could not walk without closing his eyes. Before his death, he had lost his demonic state and regained his final clarity.

Lost.

Lost again.

Three defeats at the hands of the same person.