Next day:

On the vast grassland, Bu Dugen, Fu Luohan, and Yu Fuluo formed a riding formation with 150,000 cavalry.

On the opposite side, Zhao Yun led two assault cavalry divisions and a heavy cavalry brigade, waiting in cavalry formation.

Fighting spirit!

Murderous!

A Xianbei soldier, holding a white flag in his hand, rode slowly towards the Liaodong Cavalry Division battle formation.

"General of the Central Plains, our King Khan said that the two sides will fight first and then decide the outcome. Do you have the guts to fight?"

Xianbei soldier said.

Hahaha!

Zhao Yun laughed loudly.

"In that case, I, the general, will stay with you until the end! You Xianbei people and the Huns can fight as many battles as you want."

Zhao Yundao.

When the Xianbei soldiers received Zhao Yun's reply, they didn't waste any words. They rode back to the cavalry formation and reported to Bu Dugen.

drive!

A fresh man, a captain of ten thousand soldiers, held a scimitar, slapped his horse and rushed out of the riding formation.

Winning!

Xianbei people are victorious!

In Budugen's cavalry formation, the soldiers held scimitars and shouted loudly. Suddenly, their morale skyrocketed and their fighting spirit was overwhelming.

drive!

Yan Rou clapped her horse and rushed out of the cavalry formation, rushing towards the Xianbei people's Ten Thousand Captains.

Zhao Yun was still thinking about who to send to fight, but when he thought of Yan Rou seeing the Xianbei people leaping into power, he felt very angry.

Holding the sword, he slapped his horse and rushed out of the riding formation.

brush!

One shot to chase the soul!

Yan Rou fired a shot at the opponent's chest without hesitation.

Shooting like lightning.

The Xianbei people's Captain Ten Thousands is also a very powerful character. Seeing Yan Rou's extremely fast gun speed, he killed him in the chest in the blink of an eye.

brush!

Facing Yan Rou's spear, the Xianbei leader of ten thousand swords struck out.

Sonorous!

There was a crackling sound, and the air flow stirred up a cloud of mist, and the internal energy spread to all directions, causing sand and rocks to fly instantly.

Two war horses passed by each other.

Neither side used their full strength and only made tentative attacks.

Turn the horse's head.

drive!

Both sides clapped their horses and rushed forward again.

brush!

Yan Rou threw out more than a dozen gun shadows and rushed towards the Xianbei people one after another.

The Xianbei people couldn't tell the difference between real and fake spear points, so they had to dance their scimitars into a ball to protect important parts of their bodies.

Bang bang bang!

The weapons of both sides collided continuously, and the sound echoed through the sky.

puff!

A hundred secrets and a sparseness!

The tip of Yan Rou's spear scratched the Xianbei man's arm, leaving a scar. Although it was not serious, the blood spilled out and stained the armor red.

Two war horses passed by each other.

The battle was exciting, and the soldiers on both sides were extremely excited with their weapons in hand, and the sound spread in waves.

Explosions sounded again and again, and the warring parties went back and forth, refusing to give in to each other, and tried their best to attack each other, trying to kill each other.

brush!

Yan Rou threw out a spear light and released her power. Eighty percent of the power was transferred to the tip of the spear and stabbed towards the throat of the Xianbei people.

Seeing that the speed of the gun was too fast and that the scimitar had already been slashed out, the Xianbei Ten Thousand Commander saw that it was almost impossible to defend himself. At the critical moment of life and death, he turned his head and missed his throat.

But what?

Yan Rou's spear moved downwards as if it had a soul.

puff!

A blood groove was left on the right chest of the Xianbei man, with bones visible deep inside. The blood shot out and slid into the void.

General Yan is victorious!

Long live Xiakou Army!

General Yan is mighty!

The Xiakou army is mighty!

The soldiers of the Liaodong Cavalry Division raised their weapons and roared angrily.

Damn it!

It boosts morale so much.

At this time, the soldiers of the Liaodong Cavalry Division were full of fighting spirit and killing intent, and the blood of each soldier was gushing.

drive!

Xianbei Ten Thousand Captains was angry.

Furious!

The horse rushed towards Yan Rou and struck Yan Rou's neck with the scimitar in his hand.

Yan Rou didn't show any weakness, she threw out her spear and hit the opponent's scimitar.

Sonorous!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the sky.

But what?

When the Xianbei man returned the sword, he moved it slightly forward. The sword light lightly scratched Yan Rou's left arm, and a mark appeared.

Seeing Yan Rou injured, Fa Zheng became anxious.

"Zilong, will General Yan be okay?"

Righteous Dharma.

Fazheng is a strategist. Although he has a little bit of kung fu, he is not on the same level as Zhao Yun and other generals.

"Mr. Xiaonao, don't worry! General Yan's arm is only slightly scratched, and it will not affect the progress of the battle."

Zhao Yundao.

Fa Zheng is completely relieved.

Zhao Yun is the most powerful boss in the Xiakou area, second only to Dian Wei. His martial arts skills are astonishing, and his combat prowess is astonishing.

At this time, Zhao Yun's cultivation had already entered the Qiongji realm, and he could tell the pros and cons between the two at a glance.

One Lu, two Zhao, three Dianwei, this is not a joke, it is definitely a fair evaluation of the three of them by future generations.

Of course, Zhao Yun at this time has not yet reached the peak level, and is much stronger than Zhao Yun from another plane.

Over the years, Qin Qi has provided Zhao Yun with a lot of old wild ginseng, and the effect has been remarkable, causing Zhao Yun's cultivation to skyrocket.

This is the principle of poor literature and rich martial arts.

If children from poor families want to get ahead, they can only study literature. Children from rich families have a choice, they can practice martial arts or study literature.

Children from poor families cannot keep their stomachs full, and they will only become thinner and weaker as they practice martial arts, and their nutrition cannot keep up.

To put it bluntly, martial arts training is about breaking the shackles of the body, raising the level of life to a higher level, and finally transforming.

Breaking the shackles of the body time and time again and raising the level of life time and time again.
To be continued...