Chapter 390 (1/2)
Xiang Ming was startled by Zhao Yun's fierce momentum and his murderous spirit.
The generals of the Shang army on the walls of Jianwu city were also shocked.
They all felt the murderous spirit from Zhao Yun.
At this moment, they realized later that this was not a contest between the two Wu kings, but a confrontation between the two armies!
”Shoot the arrow, cover general Xiang!”
Zhou Zhikun roared and ordered quickly.
On the wall, a Bowman, hearing the words, immediately opened the bow and crossbow toward Zhao Yun.
But!
It's too late.
The sound of thunder burst forth again, and Zhao Yun's long spear went forward and pierced Xiang Ming's throat.
All the Shang soldiers were shocked, staring at the bloody gun that ran through Xiang Ming's throat. Their eyes protruded and their hearts were shocked.
No one thought that Zhao Zilong was so quick and so straightforward.
Before they could stop him, he killed their king level strongman.
Xiang Ming, the king of Wu, was the existence in awe of the vast majority of the Shang army.
However, this moment was easily pierced by tens of thousands of people.
It's like a chicken that has no resistance and is easily killed.
When the long gun with blood was drawn out, there was a hole in Xiang Ming's neck.
Xiang Ming fell down on the ground, his rough face showed fear and unwilling.
He looked at Zhao Yun with a cold look.
At this moment, he still does not believe that he is going to die.
However, the feeling of incomparable weakness told him that all this was true.
Looking at Zhao Yun's Dragon gall gun tip, dripping down, belongs to his own blood, Xiang Ming seems to see the passage of life.
He laughs bitterly, the body twitches twice, breathes out to die!
Two Star King Wu.
Xiang Ming.
Meteor!
When the crossbow man on the wall, recovering from shock, is ready to shoot a sharp arrow.
Zhao Yunzao has already ridden his horse and returned to Wang Xiaojian's body.
”Lord, the enemy will be killed!”
Zhao Yun is holding fists with both hands. Even though he is full of murderous spirit, he is still majestic.
Wang Xiaojian, with a smile on his face, said, ”good, Zilong. Worthy of being my left general! ”
”Next, take a break. It's mine. ”
”Yes. My Lord
Zhao Yun hugged his fist, rode back to one side and looked at Jianwu city.
At this time, the Shang army on the wall of Jianwu city was in turmoil.
Some people sucked in the air-conditioner, others screamed in surprise.
No one thought that this young general on a white horse was so powerful that he killed Xiang Ming, the two-star king of martial arts!
Xiang Ming's death was beyond the expectation of every Shang army.
General Zhou Zhikun was extremely angry.
No matter which country, King Wu's strong people are very rare.
The death of two star king Xiang Ming is a great loss to him.
His heartache, the voice of Wang Xiaojian sounded in the air, which made him furious.
”Wang Zhikun, your subordinate of King Wu is dead. Open the door and surrender, and call for daddy, who will spare your life. ”