Chapter 19: A Stunning Shot (2) Huaxia Book Network

  He stared blankly, Angie's dazed and confused eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, her face as shy as the rainbow at the horizon, with occasional faint smiles, all of which made him irresistible.

  Anqi'er's every slight frown and every moment of melancholy made Baidu feel both pity and heartache.

  His eyes were dim and his face was gentle and loving. It wasn't until the sound of coughing entered his ears that he suddenly startled awake.

  Abaal may have lost, but I, Baidu, have not yet been defeated. This Han's subordinate is formidable, but that doesn't necessarily mean he himself is strong. No matter the outcome, one must take action for oneself. A Xiongnu warrior always advances to meet challenges and will never retreat without a fight!

  Then Batu spoke. But this one sentence made Wumeng almost faint with anger. He opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't say a word, his face twisted in bitterness.

  Liu Zhang's death was followed by Zhang Liao and Gao Shun standing up, glaring angrily. But before they could make any move, Zhao Yun, who had turned around from the side, rushed out first.

  He thought carefully, seeing Zhang Liao injuring Aba, if the other party harbored resentment and had a mind to harm people, they would have to be prevented. For now, he quietly got up and took over his and Liu Zhang's bamboo spears.

  Just as he was about to leave, he heard the words of Ba Tu. He thought that if this dragged on like this, it would never end, so he might as well take matters into his own hands and give these people a shock. With this in mind, he stepped forward.

  Walked to the front of Ba Tuo, placed the bamboo spear that had just been taken out, and said in a low voice: "If you can defeat Zhao Yun, you have the qualifications to challenge my brother. Take the spearhead, no need to say more!"

  A powerful aura burst forth from Zhao Yun's body as his voice fell, suddenly enveloping Batur in an overwhelming manner.

  Under the traction of the air, Bai Du only felt that in an instant, he was as if placed in a cave of ice. The cold air pierced his bones, and Zhao Yun opposite him seemed like a ferocious beast about to pounce from horseback, causing him to subconsciously reach for the curved knife at his waist, without uttering a single word.

  It's moving!

  The bamboo spear held quietly in Zhao Yun's hand suddenly came to life like a venomous snake the next moment after Batu's curved knife was drawn out of its scabbard.

  In the midst of a sudden, sharp sound, Batur only felt that his eyes couldn't keep up with that speed. There was a chill that penetrated to the bone under his ribs, and he didn't see the bamboo spear's incoming momentum clearly, but the superhuman intuition cultivated from years of killing allowed him to grasp the direction of that one spear thrust.

  "Clang!"

  Guai shouted as he turned around, his curved knife relying solely on instinct, using all his strength to slash towards the left rib. The curved knife transmitted a huge force, causing him to involuntarily retreat several steps, but ultimately managed to block this attack.

  What a fast gun! What great strength!

  Butu's face changed dramatically, and as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the stars in front of him suddenly lit up with a million twinkling lights. In a daze, it was like a lover's affectionate gaze, or a fine rain that poured down on him without any gaps.

  From extreme stiffness to extreme softness, this is the essence of Zhao Yun's self-created Seven-Exploring Snake-Coiling Spear. It appears gentle as water, but in fact, the killing intent is hidden, like an undercurrent in a glacier. Surging and turbulent, every step is a fatal blow.

  This "tender affection" is unbearable. At the moment of intense shock, he hastily retreated in disarray. The curved knife in his hand danced with all its might, and the idea of hurting the enemy was just a dream; first, he had to save his life.

  "Clang! Clang clang!"

  The sound of clashing swords and guns echoed through the field from time to time, like rain hitting banana leaves.

  Around the huge bonfire, Zhao Yun strolled as if taking a leisurely walk in the courtyard, his hands casually waving the bamboo spear, creating a misty and illusory glow that pressed forward step by step.

  Breathing sounds like an ox.

  In contrast to Zhao Yun's effortless swing, Batu was drenched in sweat, stumbling backward with a body that had begun to tremble with exhaustion.

  From the very first move, he couldn't see his opponent's moves at all. Under the strong desire to survive, the potential in his body had already burst out completely, and he was desperately blocking with that inexplicable sense.

  Each collision would send a tremendous force through the curved blade, like a tidal wave, with each wave pushing against the previous one, layer upon layer, unrelenting, leaving him speechless.