Chapter 1223

Gu Yi's face carried a look of madness.

He had not expected Yuan Shao's weapon to be so powerful; his arm began to tremble slightly.

"All of you go to hell!"

Yuan Shao's soldiers charged up one after another, their weapons landing fiercely on Gu Yi's body; blood splashed out, Gu Yi was stabbed by seven or eight swords, the armor on his body was pierced, blood flowed out gurglingly, soaking the clothes on his body.

He had wounds of all sizes on his body, even his chest had wounds of all sizes, blood kept gushing out, and his face also gradually turned pale.

"General!"

Seeing Gu Yi's appearance, the soldiers all began to cry.

"Hahaha, Gu Yi, this is the price for opposing this young master!" Yuan Shao laughed.

Gu Yi's body began to sway, his eyes carrying an angry look, and the soldiers under his command hurriedly supported him.

"Gu Yi, now I give you a chance to surrender; as long as you kneel down and kowtow three times, and call me 'Grandpa' three times, perhaps I will spare you, otherwise, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"

"Dream on!"

Gu Yi snorted.

Not only did he not beg for mercy, but he instead sneered.

Yuan Shao's expression turned gloomy.

"Then I will let you taste the feeling of being chopped into pieces and eaten as meat!"

He held a great saber in his hand and hacked toward Gu Yi.

His eyes were filled with ruthless killing intent.

The great saber in Yuan Shao's hand fell fiercely.

Gu Yi's eyes widened, his pupils contracted, but a look of madness hung at the corners of his mouth.

"Go to hell!"

His mouth opened, revealing white teeth, his eyes filled with ferocious killing intent.

Gu Yi was trapped in a perilous situation, covered in wounds, and Yuan Shao's great saber was getting closer and closer to him. Just as he was about to lose his life under the blade, a figure suddenly charged out from the crowd and quickly appeared by Gu Yi's side.

It was Zhao Zilong, holding a long spear, the Dragon-Gall Silver Spear, emitting a cold light. Relying on his outstanding skills and keen reactions, he blocked in front of Gu Yi like lightning.

Zhao Zilong quickly swung the spear in his hand, turning it into a silver light, accurately knocking away the great saber in Yuan Shao's hand. The long sword traced a graceful arc in the air, falling to the ground with a crisp clashing sound.

Gu Yi looked in astonishment at this heroic and fearless general before him, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration. He had not expected that he, who had just been trapped in a desperate situation, would be saved in time by such a heroic figure.

Zhao Zilong's expression was solemn, his gaze fixed firmly on Yuan Shao, showing incomparable courage and determination. He knew that the enemy before him could not be underestimated, but he would never retreat.

"General, I have come to lend you a hand!" Zhao Zilong's voice was firm, his tone revealing a resolute determination.

Gu Yi felt the powerful momentum on Zhao Zilong; he pulled himself together, and the pain in his body seemed to be dispelled by a force. He gripped the weapon in his hand tightly, a resolute light flashing in his gaze.

Seeing this, Yuan Shao's brows furrowed slightly, feeling that the threat from Zhao Zilong could not be ignored. He sneered, pulled out the long sword at his waist again, and prepared to launch an attack once more.

Zhao Zilong was not afraid; he lunged forward, dancing the long spear in his hand, the Dragon-Gall Silver Spear shining brightly. His movements were agile and swift, every move accurate and without error, dazzling to the eyes.

Zhao Zilong swung the long spear like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping, the spear tip piercing the air and emitting a whistling sound. With his unique spear technique, he blocked Yuan Shao's attacks one by one, neutralizing Yuan Shao's fierce offensive.

Yuan Shao's expression gradually became solemn; he began to feel Zhao Zilong's powerful strength and fearless fighting spirit. Every collision of their spear techniques made him feel a huge impact of power, leaving him in disbelief.

Under Zhao Zilong's leadership, Gu Yi's soldiers also pulled themselves together and joined the battle one after another. They engaged in fierce slaughter with Yuan Shao's soldiers, and the scene fell into chaos for a time.

Zhao Zilong's spear technique was astonishingly powerful, every thrust accurate and incomparable, swift as lightning. He would sometimes soar into the air, sometimes use the terrain to turn and roll, sometimes turn sideways and rotate, perfectly blending speed and power.

Yuan Shao gradually felt the pressure increasing, his offensive beginning to become somewhat hesitant and slow. He could not easily break through Zhao Zilong's defensive line, as if facing an impregnable fortress.

"Damn Zhao Zilong, to actually dare to treat me like this, it seems that if my army doesn't give you a taste of color, you really think I'm a sick cat!" Yuan Shao roared, a cruel look flashing in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "Continue hacking and killing for me, whoever hacks this person to death, this young master will reward heavily!"

"Yes!"

Hearing Yuan Shao's words, the soldiers all became excited.

"Yuan Shao, even if I die, I will not let you have your way!" Gu Yi laughed, a mocking smile hanging on his face.

Yuan Shao's expression became even colder.

"I don't believe you can block many of my moves!"

Hearing this, Gu Yi snorted.

Not far from their battlefield, two soldiers were watching the excitement...