The soldier was lying half-kneeling on the ground, looking as if he had been wounded, and he could only rely on one hand and one leg to support himself from completely falling. As a result, no one cared about him, and no one even showed the strangeness he carried, and the Yellow Turbans thought that he was nothing more than an enemy who could harvest his life, and that he could be killed by someone who passed by him and killed him at will. But they didn't show up, and in the corner where the soldier knelt, there was not a single soldier of their own, and there were only corpses!

When the Yellow Turban soldiers in the distance looked over, they only saw him kneeling there alone, and they didn't know how the corpse next to the Han soldier was left and what kind of process he had gone through! As for the Han army, no one noticed this soldier, and only slightly focused on him, and then quickly moved away. They are on the offensive to drive the Yellow Turbans down the city, and who cares about such a wounded soldier?

The whole city was littered with corpses and blood, and more wounded remained, and this soldier was only the most inconspicuous person in it. It's like a little transparent, even in a bright and eye-catching position, no one will pay attention to him, and will subconsciously ignore the past, and shift attention to those who are more eye-catching.

But the moment he showed his fangs, the temperament of the whole person changed dramatically, from the inside out, a sharp qi machine appeared, in that pair of eyes, the essence was overflowing, and you would feel frightened when you looked at it more, from the eyes to the heart, there was a sound of something breaking and being disintegrated. This moment of change, there will be people because it is an illusion, but the figure that flew up to Guan Hai pierced the eyes like a storm, but it was real!

The guards not far behind Guan Hai were stunned, watching everything happen, but they couldn't do anything. Because they were too far away, Guan Hai broke too far forward in the initial charge, and he was already out of touch with the soldiers in the rear, even if the guards tried to attack forward, there was still a distance from where Guan Hai was. The only thing they can do now is to remind them.

"Be careful!"

He came too fast, and when Guan Hai turned around, he saw that little bit of sharpness, piercing out of the flickering night. He came in such a hurry that no matter who it was, he felt caught off guard.

The moment the long sword stabbed out, from the hilt, the extremely thin and soft blade twisted, like a wave, transmitting the soldier's strength. It's like a snake spitting out a letter, making a swing looking for the best time to attack, and you don't know until the last moment that it will gnaw at that part. Eventually, the tip of the sword froze and stabbed towards the heart of Guan Hai's chest.

That bit of sharpness became bigger and bigger in Guan Hai's eyes, and he blinked his eyes abruptly, and when he opened them, the flames that filled his eyes had quietly dispersed. All that was left was the faintly beating brow that was stung by the sword light.

From seeing to reaching the eye, it takes a breath or two. From this ordinary Han soldier who faded his disguise to bloom with brilliant brilliance and murderous intent, it was just a flash of thought, but a blink of his eyelids, usually no one paid attention, and he cared about this short period of time, which could not even be called the moment of time, an ordinary soldier completed the transformation from ordinary, inconspicuous, to a peerless assassin, and also brought a crisis of death to Guan Hai, a fierce general.

Guan Hai took a step back, this was the first step he had taken since he stepped on the head of Beihai City and stepped into the Beihai battlefield! He had to choose to go back, a small distance from this back, in exchange for time to buffer.

But as soon as he stepped back, he understood that this was a wrong move! The sword in front of him completed the process from soft to hard straight, and what finally appeared in front of him was the length of an ordinary long sword. As soon as he retreated, he still didn't take off the attack range of this long sword, and the tip of the sword still hovered over his chest, only half a knuckle away from his chest.

Finally, the distance of half a knuckle, which has never retreated, still brought a little breathing space for Guan Hai. He blocked with a horizontal knife, and he could only make a horizontal knife block, which seemed to be extremely fast, making his chest rise and fall violently at this moment.

"Ding." The long sword transformed from the soft sword grazed the long knife on Guan Hai's chest, and with a slight touch, the armor on Guan Hai's body was like paper paste, and then it was broken a little, leaving a small gap.

The face under the soldier's helmet has not changed from the beginning to the present, and when the long sword pierced Guan Hai's body, there was no joy at all. As if it should have been, he was so blunt and indifferent, which was natural, and it also made people feel frightened.

The soldier's wrist twisted lightly, and Guan Hai, who had withdrawn from the second step, felt the pain in his chest, the feeling of a piece of meat being forced out of his body, Rao was also frowning with his perseverance, and then there was a dull snort. He retreated again and again, being forced step by step, but he didn't find the space to fight back, until now, Guan Hai's face finally appeared surprised, fluctuating, and his heart gradually became cold.

Actually, there is no way to retreat!

The long sword in the soldier's hand regained its previous softness when it was drawn from his waist, and the tip of the sword swirled, and when it flew out of Guan Hai's chest, it widened the wound and brought out a large piece of flesh. The sword hit Guan Hai's long knife because of inertia, and the whole sword began to swing, and the blade of the sword was attached to the long knife, like a twisted flower, attached to the blade.

Guan Hai didn't retreat, he exerted his strength, trying to pull the long knife out of the clinging blade, and beads of sweat quietly slipped from the corners of his forehead, drooping on his eyelashes, and fell on his cheeks unwillingly. He could have let go of the blade and stepped back, but for a general, the blade in his hand was his second life, and if he died, his life would soon be threatened. And in such a battle, losing the long knife in his hand now is equivalent to losing most of the opportunities for defense and attack, and at that time, it will undoubtedly be equal to death.

Perhaps he could bend down on the ground and pick up another weapon, or he could let go of the blade in his hand now and continue to retreat until the guards not far behind him arrived. The total possibility was hovering in Guan Hai's mind, and in the end it all became impossible, these ridiculous thoughts undoubtedly could not affect the will of Guan Hai, who was extremely focused on his thoughts until now.

He knew, understood, that he could not give up the blade in his hand now, even if he was in a stalemate with this soldier, even if the wounds on his body from the beginning of the battle were constantly bleeding and eating away at his strength. Guan Hai also knew that giving up the knife meant death.

(End of chapter)

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