Call of the Deer

Chapter 33 He Ming gave the head, Zhao Yun transformed

He Ming stood outside the mansion, watching a white dragon horse riding in the distance, killing all directions. Wherever he went, our all-in-one enemy, like a god of war, rushed left and right under his soldiers, and his body was unconscious trembled a bit.

"General, it's not good. The Beiming army has come in. Please order the retreat. A certain general will end the general. Please stop hesitating. If you don't retreat, it will be too late..."

Suddenly, deputy general Han Zhong rushed in, his face was covered with donated blood, one arm was long gone, and the donated blood flowed down the cut, roaring with a tragic face.

"Han Zhong, retreat? Hehe, now, there is no place in the world for me, He Ming, where can I retreat? It's better to fight to the death with the Beiming Army again. Even if I die, I will die vigorously. I will not be in vain. A good boy, come to this world once! Let’s fight to the death with the Northern Underworld Army!”

There was a miserable smile on He Ming's face, and then he roared proudly, in fact, he has reached a dead end at this moment, Feng Ji went to ask for peace, but now the Northern Dark Army is attacking at night, so it seems that he has failed and surrendered.

And in Yuzhou in the north, it is even more impossible to tolerate him, because he devised a treacherous scheme to behead Xiong Lie, the son of Xiong Xin. If Xiong Xin can tolerate him, unless the sky falls, I will never be able to, because Xiong Xin can't wait for it. Eat its flesh and drink its blood!

It would be better to die vigorously on the battlefield, and to be awarded the title of a brave general, so as not to be ridiculed by future generations!

And following He Ming's roar, Han Zhong's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and he neighed: "General, since you want to fight to the death with the Beiming Army, how can a certain general survive alone, and is willing to kill the enemy with the general, for a heroic one! "

"Okay, good brother, let the Beiming army know how powerful you and I are today, don't let them underestimate you and me! Go, kill!"

At this time, Zhao Yun had already reached He Ming's place, and holding the Yajiao Dragon Soul Spear from a distance, he chased after the enemy troops gathered towards He Ming.

"Kill, kill me, only by killing the Northern Underworld Army can we survive, kill!"

He Ming rode a black war horse, held a mace, and charged towards Zhao Yun, while not forgetting to boost morale!

"Who is coming, tell me your name, I, He Ming of Biling County, are immortal ghosts with no names!"

"Hmph, how dare a firefly-like existence compete with Haoyue for brilliance, you, you are not worthy to know my name, die for me!"

Zhao Yun scolded disdainfully, looking down at He Ming who came to kill him like a disdain, and didn't take He Ming into his heart at all. Indeed, He Ming is just a famous general, and the gap with him is too big to be compared at all.

Being underestimated or even ignored by Zhao Yun made He Ming feel humiliated, and a flame of resentment burned from his heart, and it burned bigger and bigger.

Suddenly, at this critical moment, He Ming broke through the bottleneck that had always troubled him, and his strength broke through to the level of a legendary general. A powerful force filled all parts of his body. He Ming roared unconsciously, and his eyes flashed A little joy.

He roared at Zhao Yun, who was riding his horse, and rushed over excitedly, while not forgetting to show off.

"Dog thief, thank you for arousing grandpa's anger and allowing grandpa to break through the bottleneck. To express my gratitude, I will chop off your head and kick it like a ball. Hahaha, take your life!"

Zhao Yun looked at He Ming who was like a clown, snorted coldly with disdain, and began to insult him unceremoniously.

"Hmph, ants are ants. No matter how much you jump around, you can't change the fate of being slaughtered. You should live enough, and I will send you to hell..."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yun brandished his long spear, leaving beautiful spears in the air, like snowflakes and fire, and like dragons and snakes hovering.

The eyes of many enemy soldiers were attracted, and they completely forgot that they were on the battlefield. They didn't realize it was too late until their necks felt cold!
He Ming had seen such a battle before, and the gunshots alone extinguished his self-confidence and pulled him down from the clouds.

However, as a veteran in the battlefield, He Ming has experience and aptitude is not bad, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to break through to a legendary general. Although Zhao Yun underestimated his many relationships, his extraordinary aptitude could not be concealed.

Seeing the silver spear stabbing in a tricky way, He Ming didn't take it hard, and just dodged his body, and at the same time avoided the fatal stab in a very dangerous way.

However, the first move was avoided, and there was a second move. Zhao Yun's characteristic was that he fired his guns like a gust of wind and rain, so that he attacked continuously.

Where has He Ming fought against such a master?Seeing that Zhao Yun's second move came again, it was too late to dodge it, so it was better to give it a go, so that he could escape this catastrophe, then he gritted his teeth, threw the mace out, and smashed the door at Zhao Yun's face Go, plan to trade your life for your life, and fight with each other with death, and a lose-lose will come!
Zhao Yun was obviously overwhelmed by He Ming's decisiveness, but he was unwilling to die with his colleagues, it was totally not worth doing, so he immediately retracted his gun to deal with the mace that was rushing towards him.

Zhao Yun is not only good at guns, but also his strength is extremely strong, which is far beyond what ordinary people can match. This can be seen from his force of 99. I saw Zhao Yun return the gun and use a destructive move. Great moves, shouted loudly.

"Ah, all birds face the phoenix, and the phoenix comes to the world!"

"Boom!" "Pfft!"

I saw the silver gun and the mace handing over, Zhao Yun smashed the stick with great force, and bounced away quickly. She flew more than ten feet before stopping!
At this moment, dense fangs were deeply embedded in He Ming's body. He Ming knew that he was doomed, but he never imagined that he died so quickly and in such a mess, what was even more unacceptable was being killed by his own weapon.

He stared angrily at Zhao Yun who was riding a white horse and holding a silver gun in front of him, but his eyes slowly began to loosen, with a look of unwillingness on his face, he tried to open his mouth, trying to say something, but nothing came out!

Zhao Yun looked at the unwilling He Ming and shouted coldly.

"Old thief He Ming, remember, the one who killed you is Zhao Yuner!"

The sound was sonorous and powerful, and the sound shook the sky, covering up the sound of fighting in the night. At this moment, everyone stopped and looked at the silver-armored general who was like a war god.

At the same time, Zhao Yun also began to transform. His immaturity was reduced, and Zhengrong slowly appeared, and his body also entered a wonderful state, as if he could be compatible with the heaven and the earth, and he could feel the breath of the heaven and the earth.

Suddenly, he saw a silver dragon appearing in the distant sky. The thunder and lightning blasted towards the silver dragon.

Gradually, the silver dragon was overwhelmed by the endless thunder, and finally disappeared, only a earth-shattering wailing was heard, and finally the cloud stopped and the rain stopped, the thunder disappeared, and there was nothing in place, leaving only the faintly audible sound of the dragon chant!

The dragon chant was finally submerged in the tide, leaving no trace.

At this moment, Zhao Yun entered an inexplicable situation, as if he had transformed into the silver dragon and could feel the mood of the silver dragon at the moment.

No regrets, no hatred, no resentment, go forward indomitably, just like moths to a flame, go for your own beliefs, your own goals, even if you are smashed to pieces, you will have no regrets...

Suddenly, Zhao Yun's eyes opened instantly, a silver light flashed from his eyes, and he went away in an instant, and he held a spear in his hand and waved it. When he waved his hand, a powerful momentum burst out from his body, carrying the momentum of thunder, towards The city wall in front went away, and Zhao Yun shouted loudly at this time.

"Ah, Kanglong doesn't regret it, Lingyue is in the abyss!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the city wall collapsed suddenly, and the dust was flying, but it couldn't conceal Zhao Yun's majesty at the moment. It stood there like a silver dragon and God of War, like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on the hearts of everyone present. , so that everyone could not breathe.

"General Zhao, you really have defeated the descendants, and your might is extraordinary..."

Li Ruzhen looked at Zhao Yun, who was riding a horse standing tall, and admired him sincerely.

At this time, Zhao Yun's memory revived, and the memories of countless previous lives came one after another. It was difficult to digest for a while, but he quickly digested the information.

With a contemptuous smile, he said: "Liu Daer, this life will definitely not be buried like in the previous life, hmph..."

Looking at the rioting enemy army below, Zhao Yun frowned and shouted angrily: "If you don't surrender now, when will you wait?"

As soon as they heard it, everyone surrendered, and all of them bowed their heads and ears, expressing their submission.

At this moment, everyone present has already been convinced by this god-like man. Whether it is the enemy army or the Beiming army, they have already left a deep impression in their hearts. They only fight for Zhao Yun in this life, and of course they also fight for Bei Minghao. war!

(End of this chapter)