Take the Department Store Back To the Three Kingdoms

The Xiongnu King Yuvro looked up to the sky, as if resting on the eve of victory.

A middle-earth man dreamed of going through his 3,000 elite warfare.

What kind of ignorance is this?

What kind of ignorance is it?

This person will be wiped out just by the click of a finger, right?

He and everything that stands behind him will end in the same way.

However, things were unexpected.

With the continued roar of death, Yuvro opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that his guards were constantly falling under the silver spear of this white-robed middle-earth soldier at this moment.

These Huns guards are the most elite fighters in the clan.

The death of their companions did not make them fearful, and they still succeeded.

Zhao Yun panted, seemingly calmly killed here, no one can understand how much pressure he was facing.

At this moment, his power is not much, but he is still some distance away from the Xiongnu King.

far away.

Yuan Tan had long been unable to see Zhao Yun's figure, and the cloud of the Xiongnu banner in the king's formation blocked everyone's sight.

But before Zhao Yun's defeat, the Huns' soldiers continued to fluctuate, and Rulin's swords and spears seemed to have been constantly swayed by the storm.

Such fluctuations have been constantly deepening inside, until now it has become extraordinarily quiet.

This shows what.

Could it be that Zhao Yun has... Yuan Tan squeezed his sweat.

Zhang Liao and the others are fighting against the enemy on the one hand, and on the other hand they are also paying attention to Zhao Yun's situation.

Now, there are no signs, and their hearts have sunk to the bottom.

In this world, who can single-handedly pass through the Huns' guards?

No one can do it.

But this spirit of giving up one's life for righteousness inspires everyone.

"My father, then Zhao Yun must be dead." Yuan Shang didn't have any hope.

Yuan Shao's expression was bleak, and there were so many righteous Yuan family members. At this point, he also knew that he had many faults.

The Huns are in the battle.

Yuvro looked at the white-robed warrior not far away, as if sinking deep in the swamp at this moment, the more he struggled, the deeper he fell.

How dense the battle formation is, only this person has an open space of seven or eight feet.

"Is it not working anymore?"

Seeing that Zhao Yun could no longer move, Yu Fuluo motioned to his guards to temporarily stop the attack. He didn't feel anything about the deaths of many people.

Even the death of his son was just a night of grief.

"Warrior of Middle-earth, what's your name?"

Obviously Yuvro had to admit that the young man in front of him gave him too much shock.

"Under the banner of Shence Mansion, Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

Zhao Yun walked. After all, with such a dense and dense guarding formation, it was even more difficult to ride a horse. At this moment, he was still about 30 meters away from the Hun King Yuvro.

This distance can be completed in a few seconds under normal circumstances.

But at this moment, the countless weapons that killed him were just an inch away, and his strength had already been lost too much.

He knew it was difficult to finish this last journey.

Yuvro knew this too, and this stopped the soldiers under his command.

An idea sprang up in his mind, and he said it at the moment.

"Zhao Yun, I admire your courage. As long as you swear allegiance to me and allegiance to my Huns, I promise to spare you my life. And let you become my hand-picked slave of Middle-Earth, and follow me to witness the revival of the Huns. !"

In Yuvro's view, Zhao Yun was already at the end of the battle, unable to come to him at all.

Moreover, he was really willing to have such a slave, which would make his glory shine even more.

"Loyal to you?" Zhao Yun wiped the blood from the silver gun.

"Yes, this is your only chance to survive. It's a pity for someone as brave as you to be here. Join us Huns, only my clan can give you a real stage."

"Follow my king flag, your name will surely majestic this world in the future!"

Yuvro proudly said.

Zhao Yun smiled, "When your people wake up in their dreams because of your death in the days to come, they will remember my name."

"..." Yuvro.

"Hahahaha..." Yuvro smiled, which was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

It was like a groundhog, telling the wolf king how vast the hole he was hiding in was.

At this moment, no one of the Huns knew about Zhao Yun.

But in the future, this name is destined to be engraved in the bones of the Huns from generation to generation.

The war outside continues, and every second, countless people die.

The fierce battle made the tranquility of the Xiongnu king's array look extraordinarily weird.

"Look, it's Zilong!"

Dian Wei's blood dripping iron halberd pointed to the past.

"He's still alive!" Yuan Tan saw the soaring figure.

The soldiers of the Shence Army were inspired at this moment.

More and more people have seen the figure of soaring, including the Huns.

They were stunned in the direction this figure was going, and they had forgotten their fight.

Zhao Yun flew up.

Stepping on the most elite warrior of the Huns.

Soar above thousands of blades.

The strongest eagle in the grassland cannot be compared with him.

The silver gentian spear in his hand is the sharpest eagle in the sky.

After crossing the distance between heaven and earth, he came to the place where he went.

The golden eagle on Wangqi Dabang was also overshadowed by it.

"Impossible!" The Hun King Yuvro was shocked. The warriors he had seen were like the crucian carp in the river, and no one could be so calm in the strongest guardian formation of the Huns.

It turns out that this person was just disguising just now!

All his guards were shocked.

Unable to believe that the birds of the tribe broke their cocoons and turned into the tallest eagle fluttering their wings, now hovering over their king.

But their king is definitely not the pika on the prairie, but the strongest wolf king.

The king's wolf howl resounded across the ground, and the wolf claws of the golden sword pierced out diagonally.

Zhao Yun is extremely calm at this moment~www.NovelMTL.com~ He knows that there is only one chance, that is, there is only one move. In this large array of the most elite soldiers, if you can't kill Yuvro with one move, there will be no second chance.

He really doesn't have much power anymore, after this move, he will never get out of this big formation.

"Lord, Yunneng will follow you, and there will be no regrets in this life. If I die, you must live. Jinsaku Errou loves you so much. You make them real men, and you make their homes renewed. It's like a home. There can be no clouds in this world, but it can't be without you!"

The silver eagle strike and the golden wolf claw collided in front of the sun, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

Then the blood spilled into the world.

Yu Fuluo’s golden sword pierced Zhao Yun’s shoulder. He looked at Zhao Yun standing in front of him, and Yu Aoran admired: “What an astonishing Middle-earth warrior, you are beyond the imagination of this king. After such difficulties and obstacles, he finally came to this king."

Looking at the blood flowing Zhao Yun, he dismissed a smile, "It's just a pity that you are so weak and weak in front of this king, like a pika on the grassland, the most humble ant."