"Boom!" "Boom!"
The ocher qi rising from Yan Xing's body looked like yellow sand, while the silver qi rising from Zhao Yun's body resembled cold flames.
Yan Xing's murderous aura climbed to an unprecedented peak. He stared intently at the white horse and silver spear before him. This was his target. "Zhao Yun, the Northwest Spear King Yan Xing is here to knock you off your horse!"
Zhao Yun acted as though he had not heard him. His expression did not change in the slightest, and he had no intention of responding.
In the blink of an eye, the two men at the front collided violently. The bright silver spear thrusting fiercely toward Yan Xing's neck suddenly transformed into a venomous snake. Its spearhead flickered like a snake's tongue, making its path impossible to determine. The shaft in Yan Xing's hands spun violently, transforming into a gale that swept the venomous snake inside and sent it howling toward Zhao Yun.
The two entangled spears were instantly knocked away by the other. The first exchange was inconclusive. The moment Zhao Yun withdrew his spear, it somehow shot out again without a sound, pointing straight at Yan Xing's ribs.
Yan Xing swept out with the butt of his spear, knocking away Zhao Yun's killing thrust once more.
But at that moment, the deflected spear bent strangely. Its spearhead bit toward Yan Xing's shoulder like a venomous snake. In his haste, Yan Xing twisted his body as hard as he could and barely avoided it.
In the split second when the two riders passed each other, Zhao Yun's spear stabbed out again at an unbelievable speed—his fourth and fifth thrusts, aimed respectively at the side of Yan Xing's chest and his cheek. This speed had already surpassed Yan Xing's understanding. Acting on instinct,