Chapter 349 Seven Coiled Snakes
The crisis Zhao Yun faced at this moment was even greater than Xun You had imagined.
The generals who were outnumbered were not used to Huang Zhong's fierceness, so they did not cooperate in time. They just took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack after the second sword, interrupting Zhao Yun's rhythm.
But when Huang Zhong swung out the third time, they all attacked at the same time in perfect harmony, launching their strongest moves at the same time.
The seven generals' strongest attack came towards Zhao Yun from all directions.
At this moment, Zhao Yun was on the verge of despair. The horrific threat of death made Zhao Yun's brain go blank.
Time and space seemed to freeze. The Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix spear technique that had almost penetrated into Zhao Yun's bones was constantly being practiced in his mind. He simulated various moves in an attempt to resist the combined attack from the seven parties.
But the combined attack of the seven powerful generals before him was like an impenetrable net of death that trapped him.
Zhao Yun felt as if he was on a lone boat in the midst of raging sea, in danger of being swallowed by the raging waves at any time.
As if he had experienced countless deaths, Zhao Yun could not find any possibility of breaking the impasse.
Suddenly, Zhao Yun's brain went blank, and all his countless spear skills disappeared.
At this moment, Zhao Yun's thoughts seemed to be pulled back to the time before he left the mountain by an invisible hand.
That was in the martial arts training ground of the sect. The sunlight shone through the mottled leaves onto him and his master Tong Yuan, as if a layer of golden gauze was covering the master and disciple.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling of the breeze through the leaves could be heard, as if the people were also holding their breath, listening to the master's teachings.
Tong Yuan stared at Zhao Yun with a gaze as sharp as a torch. His eyes were filled with wonder and admiration for his beloved disciple's talent, as well as deep expectations for his future. He slowly spoke.
"Zilong, your talent is unprecedented in my life. In just ten years, you have mastered the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear Technique to perfection. It is truly astonishing."
"There are only a few people in this world who can fight you. Unless King Xiang is reborn, no one can defeat you. You can dominate as you please."
However, Tong Yuan's tone suddenly changed, with a hint of solemnity and expectation in his eyes: "But if one day, you are really in a desperate situation, between life and death, you must remember one thing."
"The shooting skills are dead, but people are alive. Only the shooting skills that suit you are the strongest."
These words were like a flash of lightning that passed through Zhao Yun's heart, or like the sound of a huge bell, awakening the deaf.
Zhao Yun put away the starting move of his most familiar Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear Technique, rotated his front hand slightly inward, shifted the spear tip a little inward, pressed down the spear body, and struck a rather strange posture.
The essence of the "Bainiaochaofeng" spear technique lies in stabbing, using attack as defense and hitting the opponent to save him. It is extremely sharp and can bring Zhao Yun's speed and skill advantages to the extreme.
But in fact, this kind of fierce and aggressive spear technique is not entirely consistent with Zhao Yun's character.
As gentle and humble as Zhao Yun is, among all the spear techniques, what he is best at and what he likes best is not stabbing, but entanglement.
Since coming out of seclusion, Zhao Yun has been pondering his own spear skills. He wants to research a set of spear skills that combines defense with offense with "entanglement" as the core, which can also complement the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
But even a genius like Zhao Yun could never get the hang of it, and the spear skills he developed always felt inferior to those of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
After all, Tong Yuan was once a figure standing at the pinnacle of the Han Dynasty, and his Bainiaochaofeng spear technique was the result of his lifelong learning. It was not easy for Zhao Yun to match or even surpass him.
Therefore, in actual combat, especially in major battles, Zhao Yun always used the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" spear technique.
But at this moment, Zhao Yun suddenly realized.
The seven attacks from all directions at this moment seemed to have turned into a puzzle, completely piecing together the rudiments of his marksmanship.
He seemed to have seen a completely new path, a path of spearmanship that was truly suitable for him. Zhao Yun's gaze became firm and deep, and the Longdan Bright Silver Spear in his hand trembled slightly, as if it was also responding to the transformation that its master was about to undergo.
The spiritual energy in his body flowed rapidly and penetrated into Zhao Yun's body.
The gun body slowly turned as his mind moved, like a nimble snake, and began to shuttle through the flashes of swords and guns.
"Seven-probe coiled snake!"
Zhao Yun shouted loudly, and his spear swept through the attacks of the six generals around him at an incredible speed and trajectory, and finally hit the side of Huang Zhong's blade.
The seven generals only felt an extremely strange force coming at them, and the weapons in their hands were knocked off course, and some even collided with each other.
Huang Zhong and other generals widened their eyes in disbelief when they saw this.
how can that be!
They were confident that even Lu Bu would suffer heavy damage from this killer move that combined the strength of the seven of them, but it was broken just like that.
After being knocked back, Huang Zhong instinctively wanted to continue to build up his strength to launch the next attack, but the strange force made it impossible for him to control it, and his rhythm was instantly interrupted.
Zhao Yun defeated seven generals with one strike, but he continued to stab towards Xiahou Yuan without stopping.
The spear was like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue. Xiahou Yuan wanted to use the spear to block it, but he could not control its trajectory at all. The two spears entangled, and he felt an irresistible strange force coming, and the spear in his hand was no longer under his control.
There was a sharp pain in the shoulder and blood gushed out instantly.
A hint of madness flashed in Xiahou Yuan's eyes, and he wanted to grab the spear and subdue Zhao Yun.
However, Zhao Yun quickly retracted his spear, and Xiahou Yuan's outstretched left hand once again felt a strange force and was easily swept away.
At this time, the remaining six generals attacked again.
Having suffered a loss, they now changed their tactics and launched an attack in an orderly manner.
However, Zhao Yun still used his strange spear skills, like a coiled giant snake, deflecting all their strength. He was not injured at all, but instead took the opportunity to target Wen Chou.
They just felt extremely uncomfortable. Every time they attacked, it seemed that 30 to 50 percent of their strength was absorbed by the opponent, or even bounced back.
Moreover, each of Zhao Yun's attacks was strange and extremely difficult to deal with, and the direction of his force was unpredictable, so they had no way of defending themselves against it.
Although Wen Chou was somewhat prepared because of Xiahou Yuan's previous experience, Zhao Yun still deflected his spear, leaving a deep wound on his body.
At one time, two of the seven besieging generals were injured, and although the injuries were not fatal, they affected their combat effectiveness.
The siege pressure Zhao Yun suffered suddenly decreased by two points.
Persimmons should be picked soft and pinched.
Although Xiahou Yuan and Wen Chou were not soft persimmons, they were both agile generals. They had some overlap with Zhao Yun but were inferior to him in all aspects. Naturally, they were defeated without any chance of fighting back.
After several more rounds, Zhao Yun did not suffer any more wounds, but Yan Liang suffered heavy losses again.
Huang Zhong and the others felt completely depressed, they knew they could not win.
(End of this chapter)
