However, Zhao Yun's reaction was extremely fast. The moment he jumped up from the horse, he immediately thrust out the spear.
Moreover, at the moment when he thrust out the spear, Zhao Yun's other hand also instantly pulled out the sword from his waist. The Qingzhi Sword, this sword that originally did not belong to this world, will finally show its edge.
Zhao Yun was seen twisting the spear with one hand and stabbing forward, holding the sword with one hand to block the black spear, looking like he was using both a spear and a sword.
Faced with Zhao Yun's sudden change of moves, Huang Feibiao was also completely unpredicted. The black spear he thrust fiercely was firmly blocked by Zhao Yun's sword and did not directly hit Zhao Yun's body.
In fact, let alone hitting Zhao Yun with this shot, the black spear in Huang Feibiao's hand had been cut into two pieces by the green sword that was as sharp as clay. The head of the gun fell off, leaving only the barrel in his hand.
Although the black spear in Huang Feibiao's palm looks extraordinary, it is actually just a look-alike and not a magic weapon. Under the cut of the Qingzhi Sword, it was completely scrapped this time.
When Huang Feibiao was born, he didn't even have a magic weapon, let alone a magic weapon. He didn't even carry a war horse. He was a complete blank slate military commander.
But at this moment on the battlefield, at the same time, the silver spear in Zhao Yun's other hand was already stabbing Huang Feibiao in the face.
In desperation, Huang Feibiao hurriedly lowered his head to avoid it, but Zhao Yun's silver spear still pierced the crown of his head, causing Huang Feibiao's hair to fall down, looking a little embarrassed.
"Why are you showing mercy?" Huang Feibiao asked in disbelief.
If Zhao Yun had taken advantage of the situation and continued to attack, Huang Feibiao could only use a few moves at most. Without his weapon, he would have perished in Zhao Yun's hands.
However, to his surprise, Zhao Yun did not take the opportunity to take action. Instead, he stopped five or six steps away from him and looked at him quietly.
"You are weak in weapons. You are not as good as my general. If I take action, it will not be a victory without force. If you change your gun and fight, my general will have to compete with you today!" Zhao Yun said with a solemn expression.
Of course, the real reason was that Wang Yu had already told him before going into the battle that what he wanted in this battle was not victory, but to fight for as long as possible.
If Zhao Yun had just killed Huang Feibiao, how could he continue to delay time?
Moreover, what Zhao Yun said was actually not bad. In that moment, he was indeed relying on the power of weapons, and it was not that his ability was superior to Huang Feibiao.
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Although Zhao Yun's peak strength has reached the peak of the heaven level, he is still a little far away from his peak level. The current basic strength is 102 points, and against Huang Feibiao, whose basic strength is 103, who will win between these two people? Who loses is still in a dilemma!
From this, through this battle, we can also see the importance of a weapon in the battle between two generals. If the weapon is unfavorable, your level may not be lower than that of the enemy, or even higher than him, but it is also very likely that you will lose, and you may even lose your life.
"Hahaha, what a Yanbei Zhao Zilong, I, Huang Feibiao, will remember you!"
These generals have such bad morals, and maybe it's just such a simple thing that they might get to know each other.
"Today, no matter what, Huang owes you a life. If we meet you on the battlefield in the future, I will spare your life!"
Huang Feibiao became so proud that he looked up to the sky and roared, and then he rode back to the formation.
It's rare to meet an opponent who likes him. How can he not have a fun fight today! However, Huang Feibiao also had some headaches. There was indeed a problem with this weapon. Facing the green sword just now, an ordinary spear could only do one or two hits. If you want to fight this battle happily, you must first borrow a good weapon.
"Take it, take it!" As soon as he saw Huang Feibiao's smiling expression, Huang Feihu's face darkened, but he also threw his gold-clawed reed gun directly to him.
The Golden Grip and Reed Spear is the ancestral magic weapon of the Huang family. Among this generation, the boss Huang Feihu is the most brave and good at fighting. Therefore, this magic weapon eventually fell into the hands of Huang Feihu.
If Huang Feibiao wants to fight Zhao Zilong, then this golden grip and reed spear is indispensable.
"General Huang, I think your horse is not as good as Zhao Zilong's Jade Lion Zhao Zilong. My general, this snow-stepping black smoke beast, may be able to help the general!" As soon as Huangfu Wugui took action, a close aide was brought to him. An ugly horse.
Yes, this is an ugly horse. The first impression given to people is that it is ugly. The hair is gray and white, giving people the feeling of a mixed-haired horse.
But if you take a closer look, you may find another side of this ugly horse. It has a round back, thick limbs, eyes like lightning, head held high, thick neck vertical, mane standing up, fluttering in the wind. The two pointed ears stood up, as if listening to the owner's call.
To be precise, this is indeed a crossbred horse, but its parents are both top-notch horses in the world. Although this horse is a bit ugly, it has absorbed the advantages of both its parents.
"Okay, what a snow-treading black smoke beast!" After observing carefully for a while, Huang Feibiao said with a delighted smile.
"Hahaha, okay, if General Huang returns victorious, I will give this snow-treading black smoke beast to General Huang!"
After all, this Da Cang is the Da Cang of the Huangfu family. In the face of internal and external troubles, Huangfu Wugui had to find ways to win over these troublemakers.
Huangfu Wugui's words put Huang Feibiao in a good mood and full of fighting spirit. He slapped his chest repeatedly and almost even issued a military order.
In the middle of speaking, Huang Feibiao was about to reach out and touch the Snow-Stepping Black Smoke Beast, but he was suddenly shocked. The Snow-Stepping Black Smoke Beast stepped down with its hooves, and everyone around him was shocked.
Between the lightning and flint, I saw Huang Feibiao's figure like a snake. He twisted and dodged to the side. With a flick of his foot, he jumped up. His arms had hooked the neck of the Snow-Stepping Black Smoke Beast, and his body was like a windmill. After half a spin, it had climbed onto the back of the Snow-Stepping Black Smoke Beast.
The Snow-Stepping Black Smoke Beast was ridden by Huang Feibiao, so he was naturally furious.
It had never been ridden on its back before, and now it was carrying Huang Feibiao. Naturally, it couldn't bear such a shame and humiliation.
The strong body jumped on the spot, bumping violently, obviously trying to knock Huang Feibiao off his back.
However, Huang Feibiao also seems to have a deep understanding of how to train horses.
To train a horse is to ride on its back and hold on until the end, leaving it helpless.
