Zhao Yun and the Eagle's shooting skills were fighting, and the two sides were in a deadlock. You arrow, I arrow, come and go, and they didn't give in to each other. Although Zhao Yun gradually gained the upper hand, he could not do anything to the other party. Moreover, the eagle was extremely agile and flexible. Zhao Yun wanted to fight closely several times, but the other party was avoided far away.

"This person dares not fight me in close combat. Let's see that he only has a sword on his waist and no other weapons. He must be skilled in martial arts. I must start from this aspect before I can defeat him..."

Just as he was thinking hard about responding to the enemy, Deng Yuan was already in danger.

As soon as he got started, he was suppressed by the tiger. Until now, Deng Yuan had only the ability to resist.

"Damn Hu Gou...it's really a bit of brute force..."

While spitting on the other party, he struggled to support himself, trying to find the other party's flaws.

The tiger looked at him, but looked contemptuous: "Tsk, your martial arts are really ordinary. If it weren't for Zhao Yun, it wouldn't be worth my attack."

Deng Yuan is most concerned about face in daily life. Even if Zhao Yun himself said that his martial arts skills were better than him, he would have to pull Zhao Yun to fight for three hundred rounds. Now on the battlefield, he is so despised by enemy generals, how can he tolerate it?

"Okay, you thief, my Deng Yuan's real strength has not been used yet. You... don't be arrogant..."

The tiger said contemptuously: "Just you? Huh..."

This cold snorkeled Deng Yuan almost couldn't breathe: "You... hateful, hateful! I'm angry!"

"If you get angry, you will be angry. You are a dying person anyway. Do I still care if you are angry? If you get rid of you earlier, I'll go and meet Zhao Yun for a while."
Chapter completed!