Duobatuo sprang forward and slashed at Wang Bin again. Wang Bin retreated again and again; the personal guards before him had all fallen.
Wang Bin's eyes fixed hard on the curved blade chopping straight toward him. There was only one thought in his heart.
Brother Yang, hurry up! Your old brother is about to lose his life!
Just as this happened, a whoosh split the air.
Duobatuo, who had been about to slice off Wang Bin's head, flashed with vigilance in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he gave up the head that was almost in hand, his body suddenly twisting and rising in midair as he forcibly dodged the short spear that had shot toward him!
"Duobatuo!"
The next moment, Yang Zhengshan came flying in, man and horse as one.
Red Cloud leaped over a zhang high, carrying Yang Zhengshan three or four zhang through the air. Like a divine soldier descending from the heavens, he appeared in front of Wang Bin, nearly moving Wang Bin to tears.
Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan had no idea how moved Wang Bin was. Before Red Cloud had even landed, his long spear was already stabbing toward Duobatuo.
Peals of thunder rang out, and spear light shot forth like a long rainbow.
Duobatuo raised his blade by the skin of his teeth and knocked the spear tip aside. Then, using the force of the long spear, his whole body flew back several zhang.
It had to be said that Duobatuo's combat experience was truly rich. Even in such a perilous situation, he could still withdraw in one piece.
Red Cloud landed. Yang Zhengshan tightened his grip on the long spear in hand, his eyes staring unblinking at Duobatuo.
"General, are you all right?"
"Cough, cough. Still alive, at least!" Wang Bin sat down hard