Chapter 4 I open the way for you

The anger revealed between Zhao Yun's eyebrows made Liu Feng shudder.

Mrs. Mi, with blood on her forehead, lay down on the ground, but she tried to push the wall to bury her body. Coupled with the identity of her adopted son, how could people who didn't know the inside story have doubts?

Liu Feng had no ghost in his heart. When Zhao Yun shouted like this, he was very unhappy and asked coldly, "Uncle Yun thought I was doing what I was doing."

Zhao Yun saw that Liu Feng looked calm and calm. He did not look guilty at all, and his blade-like eyes softened slightly. He jumped off the horse, ran under the wall in a few steps, and reached out on one knee to test Mrs. Mi's nose. Suddenly, he looked shocked. He looked up at Liu Feng and said harshly, "How did the hostess die?"

Liu Feng silently repeated what had happened before, but he promised Mrs. Mi that he would not tell her that she was insulted by Cao Bing, so he made up a reason again, saying that Mrs. Mi was afraid of dragging him down to save A Dou from trouble, so he resolutely chose to commit suicide.

"I was afraid that the thief Cao would find his mother's body to humiliate his father, so I was just about to push down the earth wall and bury the body. I didn't expect Uncle Yun to come just in time."

Liu Feng's explanation was calm and calm, without any hesitation. In addition, Zhao Yun pretended to be in pain. After listening to this explanation, the suspicion and anger on his face suddenly dissipated, and there was a faint shame, as if he felt guilty for misunderstanding Liu Feng just now.

"Madam, she really shouldn't. If you wait a little longer and Zhao Yun is here, why can't you keep her out of the siege?"

In shame, Zhao Yun sighed again, and Yingwu's face showed a little gloom. Zhao Yun followed Liu Bei for half of his life. Liu Bei treated him like a younger brother. In Zhao Yun's opinion, Mrs. Mi is both a milar and a sister-in-law. The feelings are by no means comparable to Liu Feng's nominal son. Mrs. Mi has passed away now. Zhao Yun is a loved one, so how can she not be sad?

"My mother sacrificed herself for my brother. If we want her to rest in the spirit of heaven, we must protect our brother from a bloody way. Uncle Yun, it's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. You'd better bury your mother's body first and go south on the road quickly.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and immediately suppressed his inner sadness, so he worked hard with Liu Feng to bury the earth wall. After rough burial of Mrs. Mi, the two of them looked for saliva in the room to drink. After a little rest, they turned over and went down to look for the army.

The two of them are in their current position, more than 30 miles away from the place of the battle with the tiger and leopard horse. Although the 100,000 people who fled to the south were killed very hard, they significantly delayed the speed of the tiger and leopard horse. All the way south, except for the occasional scattered refugees, no trace of the enemy horse was found.

'It seems that he has finally escaped. As long as he can successfully join Liu Bei and retreat to Jiangxia, his life will be saved.'

Liu Feng's mood began to relax. Although the trauma caused to him by Xu Chu's two moves became more and more uncomfortable, the pain caused by internal injuries seemed to have eased at the thought of escaping from heaven.

However, after a while, Liu Feng knew that he was happy too early. On the road ahead, dust and fog rose to the sky. In the yellow dust all over the sky, there were more than a hundred dark shadows surging, as if in the broken door of hell, countless blood-eating black ghosts were rushing to the world.

Although hundreds of steps apart, the murderous atmosphere of the sky has made Liu Feng feel a strong sense of oppression, and the blood that had just calmed down burned again.

Finally, the ferocious images of the ghosts broke into his eyes, and it was a tiger and leopard ride again!

The iron armor of the Black Pass reflects the light of the setting sun, which contrasts with the dim sunlight after penetrating the dust and fog, presenting a strange dark layer of light, as if it were covered with a layer of light armor. More than a hundred tigers and leopards rode neatly and uniformly, as if they were combined into an iron-cast giant beast, running rapidly in the dark armor of light.

The earth under his feet was trembling, and the rumbling thunder made his eardrums faintly painful. Although the number of tiger and leopard riders in front of him was far less than that experienced by Liu Feng before, the huge power he formed still made him thrilling.

"Uncle Yun, I didn't expect to encounter so many tiger and leopard riders here. We should be careful." There was obviously a little anxiety in Liu Feng's tone.

Zhao Yun, who was separated by a horse, was not moved at all. The enemy's strong deterrent power seemed to have not even a ripple in his heart, and the bronze face was still light.

"Son, you just have to protect Mr. Adou and follow him. I, Zhao Yun, will open the way for you."

The voice fell, the pure white figure, and the ** vigorous white horse, as if they were combined into one, with a cloud moving with the wind, facing the overwhelming black clouds on the opposite side.

This is the case. Now let me see your strength. Although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go with it!

Liu Feng was suddenly angry. Once again, he tied the cloak wrapped in A Dou, waved his gun and followed Zhao Yun's direction.

The horses' hoofs fly, trampling up a touch of dry grass and dust. Under the sky, in the boundless wilderness, I saw a thin silvery smoke shooting forward at the huge black cloud.

The weak enemy dared to go up against the current. This brave act of hitting stones seemed to stung the arrogant heart of the giant beast. In the rumble of roar, sharp spikes immediately appeared on the indestructible body of the giant beast, flowing a fending cold light like a forest of death.

Impact, it will come in an instant!

In an instant, the weapons flew, the man turned over, and the broken sound of chaos overshadowed the thunder of the horse's hoof.

Zhao Yun, like the sharpest spear in the world, easily pierced the seemingly indestructible shield of the tiger and leopard. A silver gun was flying, and the streamer was shining. The heavy gun shadows were like pear blossoms flying all over the sky, shooting in all directions.

The shadow of the gun passed by, like a strong wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Every tiger and leopard rider who passed by with Zhao Yun, the knife and axe weapons in his hand, the lucky man was excited by his strong force, and the unlucky one did not even see his gun shadow, so he was picked down and fell far away.

Shooting, which has been used to the peak in Zhao Yun's hands, is no longer a martial art of killing, but a pleasing art.

Is this the strength of Changshan Zhao Zilong?

Liu Feng, who followed, was deeply shocked by Zhao Yun's strength, which even surpassed the strong sense of oppression of life and death brought to him by Xu Chu.

Looking at the Cao army knights who fell behind him, Liu Feng had a deep sense of empathy in a trance: If it were me, could I take the next move in the face of such unpredictable marksmanship?

In one day, he personally saw the strength of two peerless masters in the world, and Liu Feng suddenly realized that he urgently needed to improve his strength.

Only two enemy riders easily destroyed more than a hundred tiger and leopard horses, which made the most elite soldiers in the Cao army very shocked. However, the enemy's bravery did not defeat their will. The knights in the back row still fought fearlessly against the unpredictable silver gun. The tigers and leopard horses missed in the front row turned back and surrounded them.

Zhao Yun opened the way forward for him, but Liu Feng needed to solve the enemy behind him by himself. He pressed the discomfort of his inner strength, and the gun in his hand flew up and down, trying his best to repel the enemy who chased him. Although his ability could not be as uninhabited as Zhao Yun, it was more than enough to retreat from the enemy and protect himself.

When they were about to break out of the siege, the left wing and the rear enemy cavalry attacked again. An axe arrived first on the left wing, and the bright axe came with the breaking momentum of hunting.

Liu Feng couldn't think too much about it. His figure was slanted. The silver gun in his left hand turned to his right hand, and his arms and wrists suddenly exerted force. The silver gun was like a dragon going to sea and shot out from the lower waist.

A muffled sound of bone and flesh, with a better speed advantage, the silver gun rushed through the enemy's throat before the axe blade hit the head. Liu Feng's wrist shook again, and the blood-stained silver gun spiraled in the enemy's throat. The blue veins crawling all over his neck broke, and a cavity of hot blood instantly filled the enemy's throat, gushing out from the ears, nose and wounds like a blowout.

When the enemy was killed, the enemy behind him had already attacked, and the enemy was waving a long sword and cutting back at him. It seems that he wants to take advantage of Liu Feng's sword to attack.

A fragile sword is not worth mentioning.

Liu Feng didn't want to think about it. He touched his waist with his left hand, and the cold light flashed out of the sheath with a sword brush. His backhand was three inches behind him, blocking the route of the enemy's move. His right hand worked together. He wanted to pull the long gun out of the enemy's throat and kill the enemy behind him.

However, something incredible happened. With the harsh sound of metal breaking, Liu Feng's fine sword made of fine iron was cut off by the enemy general.