In the angry eyes of Zhang Niujiao and Chu Feiyan, Yang Hu took Zhang Jiao off his body, hugged his fist to Zhang Liang and said: "Rengong, my subordinates have been looking for several days in the Chinese military tent, but they haven't found the Taiping Technique, so I think Tiangong must have brought it with him." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhang Jiao was thrown to the ground by Yang Hu, and he couldn't stand up straight, but he raised his head and looked at Yang Hu and said, "What a traitor......"

"Shut up", Yang Hu shouted angrily: "If it weren't for your unwillingness to do that method of attracting souls and driving corpses, how could my brother die on the battlefield?" I don't care what the end of the world is, and I don't care how the world is doing, I just want my brother and my family to live happily. Even if I can only let them live one more day, then even if I kill all the people in the world, I won't frown. “

Hearing Yang Hu's words, the Yellow Turban soldiers all responded enthusiastically, and some people shouted: "Yes, those big men have never treated us as human beings, so why should we care about their lives or deaths?" An old man knelt on the ground and wept bitterly: "My son, you died so miserably, if the general of heaven is willing to take action, we don't have to separate our flesh and blood." ”

Zhang Jiao looked at these people blankly, and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until there were tears in his eyes, laughing until his whole body trembled, and he hissed: "The sky should die, the yellow sky should stand, the sky should die, the yellow sky should stand." ”

Zhang Liang smiled proudly, he bent down and groped on Zhang Jiao's body: "Big brother, you are a cultivator, you should know what it means to conform to the will of heaven and the people." You see everyone ......" Suddenly, his face changed drastically: "What about books?" Why not? Why not? He turned and shook Zhang Jiao's body violently: "Big brother, where did you hide the book?" Hand it up quickly, and don't kill your brother again. ”

Zhang Jiao's laughter was shaken intermittently by him: "Haha, do you want a book?" Okay, I'll show you. He sat up cross-legged, holding out a lotus flower with both hands, and after a while, a small book reflecting a faint blue light appeared in front of him, floating in mid-air. Zhang Liang immediately stretched out his hand to grab it, but he felt empty, as if this little book was just an illusion.

Is this a magic book? Is this a magic book? Is this a magic book? Qiu Ming felt that his brain was about to explode, if Zhang Jiao was a magician, then Nanhua Old Immortal ...... remembered that in the romance, it was said that the old fairy of Nanhua had a blue-eyed and childish face, and Qiu Ming immediately made up the picture in his brain.

At this time, when Catholicism was gradually gaining the status of being recognized by the rulers of the Roman Empire, the persecuted Catholics immediately began to persecute other denominations. This Nanhua old immortal is most likely a magician who is not tolerated by the sect, but he is still a great magician who is proficient in the wind and undead systems, but he is not allowed in the West, so he can only come to China through the Silk Road, develop Zhang Jiao into his own downline, and prepare to establish his own magic kingdom .......

Qiu Ming was still thinking nonsense, Dian Wei shouted: "What my old Dian hates most in his life is the person who betrays the lord for glory, and today I will behead this dog." After speaking, he picked up his horse and rushed back, and the halberd pointed directly at Yang Hu.

Zhang Liang was already frightened just now, and at this time, seeing that Dian Wei dismantled a knife cart into pieces with two or three strokes, and entered the encirclement as if he had entered a no-man's land, he suddenly lost his soul and pulled Yang Hu and said: "That killing god is here, what should I do?" What to do? ”

Yang Hu said with a smile: "Don't panic, this person wants to kill me under the pretense of a name, but he is actually looking for an opportunity to save Tiangong." ”

Zhang Liang was shocked and said: "What you said also has some truth, but what should we do?" You can't just stand here and wait for him to kill him, can you? ”

Yang Hu said: "It's so far away? Afraid of what? When he comes, we'll just duck into the crowd. However, if Tiangong is rescued by him, it is tantamount to returning to the mountain, and now the Taiping technique is hopeless, and he asks the public to make a decision as soon as possible. ”

Zhang Liang thought for a while, nodded slightly, Yang Hu raised the knife in his hand, cut off Zhang Jiao's head with a knife and raised it in the air and shouted: "The heavenly prince is dead, the human lord should stand, you wait for everyone to retreat quickly, otherwise there will be no place to bury Dingjiao'er." ”

Everyone was stunned, this Yang Hu was so ruthless and decisive, which caught everyone off guard. All the wrestlers dismounted and cried to the ground, and even many people in the Yellow Turban Army were in pain, although they complained about Zhang Jiao, but after all, General Tiangong had been preaching for many years, and he had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Qiu Ming was also dumbfounded, didn't the book say that Zhang Jiao died of illness? Was it a mistake in history, or did his arrival change the end of the story?

Dian Wei didn't expect that his actions would directly cause Zhang Jiao's death, and he didn't care for a while that he was also here to assassinate, so angry that his eyes were red and he screamed. Just a young man with a yellow turban rushed over with a spear, Dian Wei let the tip of the spear, clamped the shaft of the spear with his left rib, lifted the young yellow turban general with his right hand, and split his hands into two halves in mid-air, and the flesh and internal organs fell like raindrops.

Just when everyone's eyelids were jumping, Dian Wei picked up the spear left by the young general and threw it at Zhang Liang with all his strength. The spear was like thunder and lightning, instantly crossing a distance of dozens of meters and flying in front of Zhang Liang, Zhang Liang was already frightened by the six gods, and suddenly became wise in a hurry, pulled Yang Hu and several nearby soldiers to block in front of him, but he hurriedly retreated several steps.

Hearing only a loud bang, Yang Hu and several of his own soldiers exploded into a blood mist in the sky, leaving only piles of minced flesh and dirty blood in place, and the left arm of the Rengong general Zhang Liang was also completely cut off by the spear wind. Zhang Liang was in pain and anger, covered his left shoulder with his only remaining right hand, and shouted: "Release the arrows, shoot them all to death, don't let one go." ”

Under the protection of Wei Yan and Dian Wei, a group of people finally escaped from the Yellow Turban camp smoothly, and those Yellow Turban generals were worried about Zhang Liang's injury, and secondly, they were really frightened by Dian Wei, and they collected their troops and returned to the camp after chasing after a little chase.

The sun was setting, and Chu Feiyan looked at the companions sitting or lying in the col, and her heart was infinitely sad. When I got up from Pingxiang in the morning, I was still full of ambition, but I didn't expect that after only one day's work, I became a lost dog, and even the heavenly prince was gone, isn't the era of the yellow sky not coming?

Dian Wei sat on the rocks beside the stream, earnestly pulling out the feather arrows on his body, Wei Yan sat beside him weakly, his face was black and gray, and he was described as withered, only the eyes that rolled from time to time indicated that he was still a living person.

I don't know if it's hanging or some other reason, in the crazy arrow rain attack of the Yellow Turban, almost everyone was hit by at least a dozen arrows, but Qiu Ming was unharmed, and at the moment he was chatting with Zhang Niujiao lively: "Since Tiangong has passed away, what are your plans in the future?" ”

Zhang Niujiao looked more sad than dead, and looked at Qiuming in a daze: "Although Tiangong is gone, Huangtian is still there, our ideals are still there, and we are still going to Montenegro as planned." ”