"Quick, get out."

The mournful roar, like a wave in the ocean, was so small that there were no ripples.

Liu Xiaomin spoke up, and was suppressed by the wails on the battlefield. The army of 50,000 suffered heavy casualties for a time, and it was unable to form an army.

The boulder leaked its momentum, and Qin's crossbow broke its heart.

At this moment, Liu Xiaomin's army of 50,000 is a group of ordinary people. A riot of people who are threatened by their lives and are panicking.

"Buzz."

Holding a spear flower out of thin air, Wei Liang's tiger eyes were scarlet, and he raised his arms and shouted, saying.

"Rush."

The spear pointed forward, and the cold killing machine filled the heavens and the earth. The entire battlefield was slaughtered.

A thousand Wei Wushu, looking up to the sky, shouted, "Kill."

The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth. Like the cry of a fighter, it never dies, and although the body is dead, the will is not extinguished.

"Kill."

Wei Wushu's loud shouts resounded throughout the battlefield. All of a sudden, the yellow scarf's painful wail was overshadowed, and Zhao heard it.

"Poof."

One pulled out the iron sword, pointed the sword forward, shouted, and said, "Rush and kill, kill all the rebels."

"Kill."

A killing word instantly mobilized the morale of Wei Wushu, and Zhao Yi's eyes were scarlet and emitted a bloody light. A thousand Wei warriors, under his leadership, rushed out of the mountains and forests like wolves and tigers.

"Sting."

The gun is like lightning, and it is incredibly fast. As soon as Wei Liang rushed down, he pierced a yellow scarf school with a single shot.

"Kill."

Drawing his spear, he let out a loud shout. Wei Liang watched and listened to all directions, and it was like a battlefield meat grinder, killing in the Yellow Turban Army.

"Poof."

Once again, a shot pierced the throat of a yellow scarf, Wei Liang had a wind in the back of his head, his tiger eyes flashed, the spear was drawn out at once, and the barrel of the gun was bent into an astonishing arc.

"When."

Guns and swords intersect, sparks splash everywhere.

"Die."

The two of them had scarlet eyes, and they shouted at the same time. As soon as the spear in his hand was released, the iron sword retreated, and the two of them fought together in an instant.

"When, when, when."

……

"Die!"

The tiger roared, and Wei Liang's eyes were cold, as if they were about to condense into ice.

After the spear made a vague move forward, it slammed the barrel of the gun, and with the momentum of thunder, it stabbed into the abdomen of the enemy general at once.

"Sting."

The spear is like a dragon, piercing the enemy general at once.

"Plop."

Wei Liang was furious, and with all his strength, he used the spear in his hand to immediately throw the enemy general away.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick."

……

On top of the spear, blood dripped down. The ticking sound sounded on the battlefield, and around Wei Liang, the corpses of the yellow turbans were lined up row after row.

At this moment, the tip of the spear dripped blood, and Wei Liang was like a killing god.

In the sunlight, the spear blades glowed with a cold glow. Wei Liang's spear was headed, and the yellow turbans unconsciously retreated. Its armor was covered in blood.

The rich smell of blood rushed towards him, overlapping with the fierce murderous aura, making it even more intense.

In Wei Liang's eyes, the killing intent skyrocketed, like two beams of blood-colored divine light shooting out. His spear was directed, and he shouted, "You have the ability, come on!"

……

"Hell!"

……

An exclamation, with a cry.

"Smack."

He threw away his weapon and turned his head and ran.

"Run!"

……

The Yellow Turban Army was originally a group of ordinary people. For the sake of the demands in their hearts, the mob gathered at once. They are not an army, they are just a group of qualified rebels.

In the face of iron-blooded killing, this kind of cold-bloodedness that can destroy people's three views, the Yellow Turban Army can't hold on at all. Just like this moment, almost everyone, all at once, was in chaos.

The ten-meter-wide Erlong ditch is full of yellow turbans all over the mountains. More than 30,000 people, like headless flies, are scurrying around.

"Kill."

At the same time, Zhao Yi led the army to kill. The sudden reinforcements were stumbling head-on. This kind of hard-hitting is hard-hitting, and the Yellow Turban Army is simply one-sided.

Zhao Yi's sudden attack caused even more damage. The yellow scarf, which was originally resisting, was completely messed up this time, like a headless fly spinning around.

The war raged all over the world, filling the entire Erlonggou. In the mountains on both sides, the creatures of nature trembled with fear. Hundreds of birds flew wildly, fluttering their wings.

"Poof."

Pulling out the iron sword, Zhu Yu's eyes shrank, and said, "Front, back, left, and right four Tun Qin crossbows cover."

"No."

In the col, Zhu Yu's expression was cold, and the fierce killing intent swept through, shouting, "The rest of the personnel, untie the crossbow."

"No."

His expression changed, and he looked up to the sky and snorted: "Hand the crossbow to the suppressor, unsheath the weapon, and be ready to fight at any time."

"No."

……

Zhu Yu's expression was solemn, his eyes were staring at the battlefield, capturing the best fighter plane, and he didn't move.

He knew in his heart that in this chaotic battlefield, if he wanted to behead the enemy general, there was only one chance.

The opportunity is no more, the loss will not come again, and once it is missed, it will never appear again.

"Whew."

Spit out a sullen breath, Zhu Yu raised his eyebrows, clenched his fists, shouted angrily, and said.

"Shoot."

"Kill."

Sergeant Situn raised his head to the sky and snorted, hooked his index finger, and hooked the bracket with a slight force.

"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

The arrows are like dark clouds, covering the heavens and the earth. Zhu Yuhu's eyes lit up, drank, and said, "Behead Liu Xiaomin."

Jian Feng pointed forward, shouted, and said, "Rush!"

The five hundred Wei warriors were like an arrow, passing through the chaotic army, and the cold murderous aura stirred for nine days, which was extremely cold.

"Kill Liu Xiaomin."

"Kill Liu Xiaomin."

"Kill Liu Xiaomin."

……

A loud roar formed a terrifying sound wave that shook all directions. Under the leadership of Zhu Yu, five hundred Wei warriors hit the target directly.

Amazingly murderous, like the waves of the sea.

When Liu Xiaomin heard his voice, his heart was broken. Frightened, he hugged his head and shouted, left and right, and said.

"Come on, stop them!"

"Hurry!"

……

"Poof."

Seeing that Wei Wushu was getting closer and closer, and the yellow scarves around him were scattered and fleeing for their lives. Liu Xiaomin was evil and stabbed a soldier to death with a sword.

He cut off his head in his hand, shouted angrily, and said, "Those who retreat, and so on."

His sword pointed forward, greeted the rushing Wei Wupu, shouted, "Kill me!"

The iron sword was trembling, and Liu Xiaomin was scared at this moment. Even if it was only five hundred Wei warriors, it also gave birth to a sense of irresistibility.

"Kill."

Liu Xiaomin's last resort still has an effect. The yellow scarf beside him no longer retreated, carrying a weapon, trembling towards the morale of Wei Wushu.

"Poof."

Killing a yellow turban soldier with a sword, Zhu Yu slashed left and right with an iron sword, and shouted loudly.

"Kill!"

……

"Kill."

At this moment, the five hundred Wei warriors are like Satan's Deadpool. The gun will kill him, and after a while, he broke through the barrier of the yellow scarf and faced Liu Xiaomin.

"I, I...... I give up! ”

"Smack."

Wei Wushu's earth-shattering power frightened Liu Xiaomin stupidly. His mind was taken away, and he actually discarded the weapon in his hand, completely turned himself into a **** lamb, and let Zhu Yu slaughter him.

"No, you don't!"

With a whisper, the iron sword in Zhu Yu's hand crossed a thrilling arc.