Chapter 924: Named Han Zhongli, the Eight Immortals Gathered in Five

Although he said so, Zhongli was soft-hearted after all. He dismissed his soldiers and went out alone with his weapons.

Zhongli's army commander had just led his soldiers to fight for a few minutes when Zhao Yun's soldiers rushed up and intercepted Zhongli's soldiers.

"Hmph, Zhongli army commander, your Zhongli army has been annihilated. If you know what's good for you, hand over the weapons of the Zhongli Corps. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!" At this time, Zhao Yun was riding on a black dragon horse, standing on the top of the city, looking down at the soldiers of the Zhongli Corps from a high position, and said in a deep voice with a strong arrogance on his face.

"Zhao Yun, don't be so arrogant. Even if I die today, I will drag you, a bastard, down with me!" Zhongli's army commander looked at Zhao Yun, who was riding on the black dragon horse on the city wall, with an unwilling look on his face. He said angrily, then swung the sword in his hand fiercely and roared loudly.

Zhongli's sword was swung, and suddenly, countless sharp swords shot towards Zhao Yun, and a fierce killing intent instantly broke out.

"A petty trick!" Zhao Yun's face showed a trace of contempt, and then he stretched out his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and made a flower-picking gesture in the air. Suddenly, a ray of golden light burst out from the fingertips of Zhao Yun's right hand, and the golden light flew out, instantly smashing all the arrows that attacked.

"Ahhh..."

As the golden light smashed the arrows, a shrill scream sounded, and arrows fell from the air, fell to the ground, and rolled on the ground.

Some arrows fell to the ground and turned into fragments, while some arrows fell in the air and turned directly into a puff of blood mist.

These golden rays were gathered by Zhao Yun from the dragon ring. This kind of golden rays is the essence condensed from the spiritual power of a heaven-level soul warrior, containing powerful destructive energy. Once launched, even ordinary Xuan-level soul warriors cannot resist it.

"Swish!"

With a sound of breaking through the air, an arrow carrying a powerful sound of breaking through the air shot towards Zhongli's legion leader.

"Humph, you want to hurt me with just an arrow? Dream on!" Seeing the golden rays coming towards him, Zhongli's legion leader showed a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, and his wrist shook. Suddenly, a long sword appeared in his hand. The long sword in his hand slashed towards the oncoming golden rays, trying to chop the golden rays in half with one knife.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a burst of thunder, the golden light and the long sword collided with each other, making a deafening explosion, and a powerful air wave swept out in all directions.

Zhongli's legion commander felt the huge shock force coming from his palm, and suddenly, his tiger's mouth was numb, and the tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood flowed out.

"Hiss!"

Many Zhongli soldiers on the side saw this scene and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and the expressions on their faces became extremely horrified.

"Such a powerful force, such a powerful physical strength, how strong is this guy's body?" Zhongli's deputy generals said with fear.

Zhongli's army commander looked at the wound on his arm, his expression was extremely ferocious, and he gnashed his teeth and cursed: "Asshole, you bastard, what kind of ** medicine did you take? Why are you so powerful?"

"Old Zhongli, I advise you not to do stupid things. I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, I will kill you all and make you a sacrifice for Zhao Yun, hahaha..." Zhao Yun looked at Zhongli's reaction and laughed, with a strong mockery on his face.

"Zhao Yun, don't be so arrogant, I will fight you!" Zhongli's army commander was furious, waving the sword in his hand, rushing towards Zhao Yun, and stabbing Zhao Yun fiercely with the sword in his hand.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly and punched out.

A series of bangs and bangs sounded, and Zhongli's army commander was hit by Zhao Yun's punch and retreated several steps, and the sword in his hand was almost broken by Zhao Yun.

As expected of a Xuan-level soul warrior, Commander Zhongli had an extraordinary reaction speed. After being forced back a few steps by Zhao Yun's punch, he quickly stabilized his body, holding the sword, and attacked Zhao Yun again. He waved the sword in his hand, and sword lights cut through the sky and enveloped Zhao Yun. The majestic and fierce killing intent instantly filled the entire battlefield. "Such a strong killing intent, such a strong aura!" Seeing Commander Zhongli's attack, Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes. Commander Zhongli's fighting power was stronger than he imagined, and he actually possessed the fighting power of a Xuan-level soul warrior.

"Hmm? Not bad, he is also a Xuan-level soul warrior!" Zhao Yun's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and then a touch of excitement appeared in his eyes, and he shouted: "Such a strong fighting spirit! Such a fierce killing intention! Such a surging killing intention! I like it!" Zhao Yun said, and his aura suddenly soared up, and his aura surged wildly, and the air waves surged, like a volcanic eruption, spreading in all directions.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

The spear in Zhao Yun's hand danced rapidly in the air, and instantly spurted out countless sharp spear beams. Each spear beam contained a layer of light golden light, and a lifelike golden dragon vaguely emerged on the surface of the spear beam, rushing towards Zhongli's troops.

Zhao Yun's offensive was extremely powerful.

"Bang!"

The weapons of Zhongli's soldiers were hit by the golden light and turned into powder and fell down. One by one, the weapons were turned into powder, turned into smoke and dust, and drifted in the void.

"Puff!"

Zhao Yun's spearmanship was too sharp. No soldier could resist Zhao Yun's spear. A soldier's head was instantly pierced by a spear. The whole person's head was pierced by Zhao Yun's spear.

"Bang!"

Just when Zhao Yun's sword was about to touch Zhongli, a burst of golden light enveloped Zhongli. In a flash, Zhongli disappeared out of thin air.

Zhongli opened his eyes again and found himself lying in the cave covered with blood. He escaped a disaster, but he was not happy at all. He would rather die on the battlefield with the big man!

"Er Fan's heart has not left, but he has a good foundation for cultivating immortals."

A deep voice came from the cave.

"Who is it!?"

Zhongli looked around vigilantly. Has he come to the underworld? It's not as scary as the legend says!

But just as he thought of this, a strong pressure came towards him.

"Forgive me, Immortal!"

Ao Changsheng smiled, worthy of being the toughest among the Eight Immortals: "You have the immortal roots to cultivate immortality, everything is done, I will give you the name Han, Han Zhongli, go out and head west, there will be your opportunity."