"Huh."

"Huh."

"Huh."

……

The machine is hooked, and the sky is full of arrows. It is like a wild goose moving south, covering the sky and the sun, and painting the whole world in pitch black. The whole sky, there is no other color.

The cold killing machine was sent out from the arrow, and it was instantly condensed. At the last moment, it exploded violently, just like an atomic bomb explosion, and its terrifying ripples swept in all directions.

The huge murderous aura is like a sword of Tai'a. Its momentum gathered, and it slashed out with a swing of its sword. He has a ruthless attitude to destroy the enemy in front of him.

……

Husband war, courage also.

It was recorded in the left biography that Cao Di spoke in the polemic. One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. Faced with the huge difference in numbers, Wei Liang could only use his mighty power to deter the Yellow Turban.

"Kill."

A huge shout of killing roared, covering the entire battlefield, and Wang Dahu's eyes flashed over, and he took the time to glance at the battlefield, turned his head and shouted.

"Brothers, the Han thieves are right in front of you. Just break them and occupy the hill. Peace and morality can be realized. ”

"When."

A sword slashed the flying arrows, and Wang Dahu's eyes shot a shocking sharpness, and he shouted angrily, roared, and said.

"Kill me!"

……

"Kill."

A loud shout, like thunder roaring. 200,000 people roared in unison, bringing monstrous ripples.

The Yellow Turban soldiers braved arrows and were not afraid of death. On the way forward, unswerving.

On the battlefield, people are constantly falling, and from time to time people are screaming. This is a sea of pain, a paradise of killing. For every arrow, a life is drawn.

The monstrous slaughter stained the entire mud red. The smell of blood is tangy, and the rich can't be dissolved. The two armies were stuck and completely entangled together.

A flash of brilliance flashed in Wei Liang's eyes, and he shouted, "The left song will take over the middle song forward, and the right song will prepare to fight closely."

"No."

Only the last batch of arrows remained, only 6,000. And under the hill, there is an endless army of yellow turbans, which go forward and follow.

A one-sided slaughter, like an arrow in a rainstorm. Blood stained the mud everywhere, and corpses were discarded at will. However, all this could not stop the footsteps of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Poof."

"Poof."

"Poof."

……

Arrows rained down like a shower. Wei Lianghu's eyes were red, as if he had been washed with blood. His eyes flashed, and he turned his head and shouted.

"Shirtless."

"Kill."

A thousand Wei warriors, like dragons and tigers. Holding an iron sword, he launched the most **** fight against the Yellow Turban soldiers who were difficult to attack.

"Poof."

The sword light was like a dragon, and it burst out like lightning, cutting the neck of the Yellow Turban soldier in an instant. Blood was like a fountain, spurting out in an instant.

"Die."

Wei Liang took advantage of the sharpness of Wei Wu's pawn and rushed in the direction of Sun Yi. The iron sword in his hand swung violently, bringing out one afterimage after another.

"Poof."

……

Each sword is extremely vicious and extremely fast. A thousand Wei warriors are like an arrow. With Wei Liang as the tip, he rushed forward like lightning.

Every time it rushes forward, it brings monstrous blood. The huge smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield, irritating the mouths and noses of the people and making it disgusting.

Wei Liang's eyes flashed, and a sense of exhaustion came from the bottom of his heart. He is not Zhao Zilong, and he can't kill seven in and seven out of the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban Army.

The continuous fighting made Wei Liang feel a little difficult to breathe. Thousands of slashes, his arms aching and numb.

Wei Liang glanced at the countless yellow scarves, and his eyes showed a smear of dead ash.

"Lord, if you don't come again, good will die!"

Murmuring in his heart, the power in Wei Liang's hands skyrocketed. The iron sword made a thrilling arc and shot towards Sun Yi.

"Poof."

A sword slashed on the horse, Wei Liang's eyes shrank, and the iron sword in his hand flew up in an instant. Assaulted like a poisonous dragon, piercing Sun Yi's arm at once.

"Ahh

Severe pain, instantly tearing the nerve. The spear in Sun's hand fell in response, his teeth gritted, and his right hand gripped the hilt of the sword fiercely.

"Sting."

With a fierce force, the iron sword was pulled out of the flesh, carrying blood and flesh foam, and rushed into the sky. Sun Yi held the hilt of his sword and stabbed it in mid-air.

Between the lightning and flint, Wei Liang's tiger eyes flashed, and he grasped the edge of the spear and attacked upward.

"Click."

A sword slashed down angrily, severing the barrel of the gun at once. After that, the blade of the sword was castrated unabated, and it hit Wei Liang directly.

"Whew."

With a round of spears, Wei Liang clenched the half-volley of the gun and faced the iron sword that came angrily.

"When, when, when."

……

In an instant, Wei Liang's killing intent became even stronger. At this moment, the offensive of the two people was similar.

Wei Liang was disturbed by the yellow turbans around him and couldn't focus on attacking Sun Yi. Sun Yi's left arm was seriously injured, and the pain was unbearable. Canceling each other out, the two are evenly matched.

"Kill."

A tiger roared, and Wei Liang's spear was like a dragon. With a shocking edge, it hit Sun Yi's throat straight up.

"Give me death!"

Staring at the spear that was rapidly enlarged in his eyes, Sun Yi looked up to the sky and snorted. Enduring the excruciating pain, he handed out the iron sword in his hand.

"When."

Spears and swords intersected, and a huge force came backlash.

"Wow, wow, wow."

……

Subjected to a huge backlash, Sun Yi retreated all the way. The wound on his left arm, the blood from the fall stained the ground red.

"Huh."

The spear stabbed straight to the ground in an instant, Wei Liang stopped retreating, and he suddenly raised his head.

"Huh."

Sharp light shot out of the eyes of the two and collided in mid-air. It's like a sword and a gun meet, and the murderous spirit rises to the sky.

……

The chaotic shouting and killing sound came, Ying Fei Xing's eyes lifted, shouted, and said, "Speed up."

"No."

An army of 20,000 is like a rainbow. Under the leadership of Ying Fei, he rushed to Pingshangang.

……

"Poof."

A sword slashed the arm of a yellow turban soldier, and Ying Fei looked up to the sky and snorted: "Kill the traitor."

"Kill."

An army of 20,000 roared, and they joined the fray. Dian Wei's iron halberd crossed the air, and a gap was created in a moment.

"When."

With a sword swinging the spear, Ying Fei's eyes shrank, and he shouted, "Evil, lead the army to support Wei Wushu."

"No."

At this moment, the soldiers are in danger, and Ying Fei can see the changes in the battlefield at a glance. At this moment, the most dangerous person is Wei Liang's Wei Wushu.

Ying Fei glanced at the battlefield, and her eyes shot a shocking sharpness. He shouted, and said.

"Xiao Zhan."

"My lord."

Glancing at Xiao Zhan, Yingfei Iron Sword pointed forward, and shouted, saying.

"Kill Wang Da."

"No."

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

In an instant, Ying Fei saw through the essence. At this moment, the entire battlefield is in chaos, and the only way to do this is to kill Wang Da and Sun Yi and completely destroy the spiritual pillar of the Yellow Turban mob.

"Poof."

The spear was like lightning, and it pierced Sun Yi's throat in an instant. Wei Lianghu's eyes widened, and the blood was even more intense.

"Sting."

Wei Liang glanced at Sun Yi, who was killed in battle, and his right hand moved. As soon as the spear was slashed, Sun Yi's head rolled to the ground.