Two huge heads flew through the air, blood spraying everywhere as they fell into the deep pit. Faintly visible within were piles of Barbarian Warriors **.
"Die!"
A long spear thrust forward. Zhao Yun shifted his feet, and the spear passed beneath his armpit. The two of them were suddenly extremely close, and the barbarian had no time to stop!
A flash of sword light cut a line of blood across the air, and the barbarian's huge body fell into the pit. More than a dozen barbarians still stood before Zhao Yun, while blood covered the ground beneath his feet—a horrifying sight!
"Slash!"
The long spear collided with the barbarian's weapon. Crack, crack! Both weapons snapped. The barbarian raised his broken blade to chop down, but Zhao Yun moved faster with his half-broken spear!
Squelch, squelch! The spearhead pierced through the barbarian's throat. Blood splashed all over Zhao Yun, making him look even more like an asura from Hell.
Leaning against those barbarians, he caught his breath for a moment, then shoved them aside.
The barbarians' eyes widened as they fell into the deep pit. Looking again, the pit was nearly full. Several hundred barbarians remained on the other side, and their expressions changed rapidly.
"Loose the arrows!"
At a shout, countless arrows shot toward him!
Zhao Yun yanked a spear from the ground, his wrist flicking rapidly as spear shadows flew everywhere, knocking aside every incoming arrow.
Despite his severe injuries, his spearwork remained as fluid as ever. The arrows could not get close to him at all.
Wave after wave of arrows and thrown spears descended like rain, yet none managed to wound Zhao Yun. Only the spear in his hand broke in two. He casually drew a longsword from his back, his voice so calm that it