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  Zhao Yuns anger was evident between his eyebrows, causing Liu Feng to feel a chill run down his spine.

  Mrs. Mei, with blood on her forehead, lay on the ground, while he tried to push the wall to bury her body. With his adopted sons identity, people who didnt know the inside story couldnt help but feel suspicious.

  Liu Feng originally had no evil intentions in his heart, but after being rebuked by Zhao Yun like this, he became very displeased and coldly retorted: "What does Uncle Cloud think I am doing again?"

  Zhoa Yun saw Liu Fengs calm and composed expression, not a hint of guilt or nervousness. The sharp gaze slightly softened. He dismounted his horse in one leap, rushed to the wall in a few strides, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his hand to feel Madame Miaos breath, suddenly changed his expression, raised his head, and stared straight at Liu Feng, saying sternly: "How did our mistress die?"

  Liu Feng quietly recounted the events that had previously occurred, but he had promised Lady Mi that he would not mention her being humiliated by Caos soldiers, so he made up a reason and said that Lady Mi was afraid of dragging him down to rescue Adou from danger, so she chose to end her own life.

  "I was afraid that Caos thieves would find mothers body and use it to humiliate Father, so I just wanted to push down the earth wall and bury the body, but fortunately Cloud Uncle arrived in time."

  Liu Fengs explanation was calm and composed, without any hesitation or evasion. Moreover, he pretended to be deeply grieved, which made Zhao Yuns expression change from suspicion and anger to a hint of shame after hearing the explanation, as if he felt guilty for misunderstanding Liu Feng earlier.

  "Madam, she shouldnt have done that. If only she had waited a moment longer, with me Zhao Yun here, how could they have stopped her from breaking out of the encirclement?"

  Ashamed, Zhao Yun let out a sigh of regret. On his heroic face, a hint of melancholy appeared. Having followed Liu Bei for half his life, Liu Bei treated him like a brother. In Zhao Yuns eyes, Lady Mi was both the mistress and sister-in-law. The emotions involved were far beyond what Liu Feng, nominally her son, could compare to. Now that Lady Mi had passed away, how could Zhao Yun, a sentimental man, not feel sorrow?

  "Mother sacrificed herself for Adous sake, if we want her spirit to rest in peace, we must protect our brother and fight a bloody path. Yun Shu, this place is not suitable for staying for long, lets bury mothers body first and hurry up on the road south."

  Zhoa Yun took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and together with Liu Feng, they buried the earthen wall. After roughly burying Mrs. Mi, the two of them searched for water to drink in the house, rested for a while, then mounted their horses and headed south to find the main force.

  The two of them are now more than thirty miles away from the place where they fought against the Hu and Bao cavalry. Although the 100,000 civilians who followed them in their southern escape were killed very tragically, they significantly slowed down the speed of the Hu and Bao cavalry. Along the way south, except for occasional scattered fleeing civilians, not a single enemy horseman was found.

  "It seems that I have narrowly escaped disaster. As long as I can reunite with Liu Bei and retreat to Jiangxia, my life will be saved."

  Liu Fengs mood began to relax, although Xu Chus two moves caused him more and more unbearable pain, but thinking of escaping from Shang Tian, the suffering brought by internal injuries seemed to have alleviated a little.

  However, it wasnt long before Liu Feng realized he had been too quick to celebrate. Ahead of him on the main road, a massive cloud of dust and dirt rose into the air, and amidst the swirling yellow dust, over a hundred dark shadows could be seen surging forward, as if the gates of hell had been thrown open and countless bloodthirsty black specters were pouring out towards the mortal world.

  Although they were hundreds of feet apart, the murderous aura that filled the sky had already made Liu Feng feel a strong sense of oppression, and the hot blood that had just subsided was burning again.

  At last, the ferocious images of ghosts broke into his eyes, and it was the Tiger Cavalry again!

  The black armor of the Heiying cavalry reflected the slanting sunlight, intersecting with the hazy sunlight that had penetrated through the dust, presenting a strange layer of dim light, as if it was shrouded in a layer of light armor. More than 100 tiger and leopard riders were aligned in unison, as if they had merged into one giant iron-cast beast, wearing the dark light armor and galloping rapidly.

  The ground beneath his feet was trembling, the loud thunderclap piercing his eardrums and making them ache, although the number of tiger and leopard riders before him was far less than what Liu Feng had experienced that one time, but the enormous momentum they formed still made him feel shocked and terrified.

  "Uncle Yun, I didnt expect to run into so many Tiger and Leopard Riders here. We must be careful." Liu Fengs tone was tinged with a hint of anxiety.

  But Zhao Yun, who was only a horse away, was not moved at all. The enemys powerful intimidation seemed to have caused no ripples in his heart, and the ancient bronze face still looked calm and serene.

  "Great General, just protect Young Master ADou and follow behind me. I, Zhao Yun, will clear the way for you."

  As the voice fell, that figure in pure white, and the white horse under him, seemed to merge into one, following a cloud cluster drifting with the wind, heading towards the black clouds coming from the opposite direction.

  Its like this, now let me see Subdragons strength, even if there are ten thousand people, Ill follow him!

  Liu Fengs heroic spirit was suddenly born again, and he once more tightened the cloak wrapped around Adou, mounted his horse, brandished his spear, and followed in the direction Zhao Yun had gone.

  Horses hooves flutter, trampling a wisp of withered grass and light dust. Under the vast sky, in the boundless expanse of the wilderness, only a thin thread of silver smoke is seen, going straight towards that dense black cloud.

  A puny enemy, daring to go against the current, this egg-hitting-stone brave move, seems to have poked at the proud heart of the giant beast. In the midst of a loud roar, on the indestructible body of the giant beast, instantly grew out sharp thorns one after another, like a forest of death, shooting out an intimidating cold glow.

  Impact, imminent!

  In an instant, weapons flew horizontally, people and horses overturned, the chaotic sound of limbs breaking apart covered up the thunder of hooves.

  Zhoa Yun, like a spear that is the sharpest in the world, easily pierced through the seemingly impenetrable shield of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry. A silver spear danced in the air, shining brightly as it moved, with layers of spear shadows flying about like pear blossoms filling the sky, bursting forth in all directions.

  Wherever the gun shadow passed, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, every tiger and leopard rider who brushed shoulders with Zhao Yun, the knife axe in their hands, the lucky ones were blown away by his extremely powerful force, while the unlucky ones didnt even see his gun shadow before being knocked off far away.

  The marksmanship, in Zhao Yuns hands, has been applied to the extreme, and is no longer a martial skill for killing, but an art that delights people.

  Is this the real power of Changshan Zhao Zilong?!

  Liu Feng, who followed behind, was deeply shocked by Zhao Yuns strength, a shock that even surpassed the intense sense of mortal danger brought to him by Xu Chu.

  As he watched the Cao army cavalry falling left and right, Liu Feng felt a kind of sympathetic horror: if it were him, facing such unpredictable marksmanship, could he have withstood another blow?

  Within a day, having personally witnessed the strength of two unparalleled masters in the world, Liu Feng suddenly realized that he urgently needed to improve his own strength.

  Only two enemy riders easily shattered the formation of more than a hundred Tiger and Leopard Riders, which shocked even the most elite soldiers among the Cao army. However, the enemys bravery did not crush their will, and the rear knights still fearlessly fought against that mysterious silver spear. The Tiger and Leopard Riders who missed in the front row turned back to encircle and attack from behind.

  Zhoa Yun opened the way for him, but Liu Feng had to deal with the enemy chasing from behind. He suppressed his internal discomfort and wielded his spear, striking down the pursuing enemies one by one. Although he couldnt match Zhao Yuns effortless ease, he managed to barely fend off the enemy and protect himself.

  Just as they were about to break out of the encirclement, the enemy cavalry on the left wing and rear attacked again. On the left side, a battle-axe arrived first, with its gleaming blade carrying a whistling wind-splitting momentum, coming straight at them.

  Liu Feng didnt have time to think much, his body tilted slightly to one side, his left hand silver spear turned to his right hand, his arm wrist suddenly exerted force, the silver spear shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, shooting out from under his waist.

  A dull, muffled sound of bones and flesh shattering, taking advantage of the superior speed, the silver spear pierced through the enemys throat before the axe blade came down. Liu Fengs wrist shook again, and the blood-stained silver spear spiralled in the enemys throat, causing the veins on his neck to rupture one by one. A scorching hot blood gushed into the enemys throat instantly, like a geyser erupting from his ears, nose, seven orifices, and the wound.

  At the moment of defeating the enemy, the enemy behind him had already arrived, and with a flash of light, that enemy was actually wielding a long sword to slash at his back. It seemed like he wanted to take advantage of Liu Fengs unguarded moment to launch a sneak attack.

  A mere fragile long sword, whats worth mentioning.

  Liu Feng didnt even think, his left hand touched his waist, a cold light flashed, the sword slid out of its scabbard, and was held horizontally behind him three inches away, blocking the enemys line of attack. His right hand exerted force at the same time, trying to pull the long spear out from the enemys throat, and then counterattacked the enemy behind him.

  However, an unthinkable thing happened. With a shrill sound of metal breaking, Liu Fengs excellent treasure sword made of refined iron was cut off like a worn-out cloth by the enemy general with a light and casual stroke.

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