Suddenly, gentian bright silver gun in the air leaving a white shadow, sharp spear with pikes across time, spear pierced the air, again and again very sharp shrill howling, the silver gun carrying Taishan 's power, in the direction of Zhou Cang swept past. In Zhou Cang, see Zhao Yun pike rips, also do not retreat. His hand back his gold sword, splitting Huashan in force, a knife struck to the Zhao Yun pike. " Griddle!" A loud noise, pike spear and sword gold back collision with the body, Zhao Yun took a step back, immediately stopped. Zhou Cang was groggy, back again and again in three, just hold you. Although Zhou Cang on the surface without what, like and Zhao Yun fights, just three steps back, but their kugg boots salenown oneself thing, he 's in, hold back the gold sword, they felt a lack of power, good look, was restored. However, Zhou Cang had a reason to fight, to fight. No matter what Zhao Yun yesterday the hearts of ideas, Zhou Cang must fight. Hands broadsword pulls gold back on stage, Zhou Cangru head, bovine collision as towards Zhao Yun, blade and the table rock friction, issued Kaka's voice, infiltration. The Zhao Yun distance one away, Zhou Cang suddenly jumped, and fell on the ground behind the gold back broadsword also backhand lifted, from down to up his sword into a knife arc, to be high, the blade rotates, on Zhao Yun, he stabs Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun seeugg boots clearances this, smiled, his hands again brandish lance.