Zhang Yan didn't figure out who lacked virtue on the ground to scatter iron thistles, an ancient military iron spike spreading obstacles, also known as tribulus terrestris. There are 4 iron thorns sticking out, several inches long, where about one thorn is facing upwards, and the tip of the thorn is like the herbaceous plant "Tribulus terrestris".

A natural barrier was formed, so that the Yellow Turban Army could not cross the thunder pool for the time being.

"There is a big tyrant in your sister Zhaojia Village!" "Iron is also money, and there is iron money under copper money, and there is no difference between sprinkling iron tribulus terrestris and sprinkling money. The key is that all the tribulus terrestris outside Zhaojia Village is made of iron, not a big tyrant!

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, "Retreat first!" Zhang Yan was still calm, and decisively commanded the two thousand Yellow Turban elites to retreat.

Full of revenge, the thistle terrestris has to be removed first, how to remove it without a big magnet, cut down trees, dig soil to cover it.

Zhang Yanjun is well-informed: "Quickly go and cut down trees, dig soil, one person and one small bag, interspersed with filling." "Two thousand soldiers were thrown into this area to cut down trees, dig up the soil, fill in the soil and put the trees in a very fast way.

Facing the menacing Yellow Turban Thieves, the villagers were slightly agitated, but soon calmed down again.

The young faces, resolute as iron, fearlessly faced the approaching yellow turban thieves under the village.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Songjie tied the rope along the wall, quietly slid down, put on all-steel boots, and the two hundred and eighty-eight pound Mo knife clenched his right hand out of thin air, and the Heavenly Demon Immortal Technique in his body was running wildly, and the murderous aura around his body rose.

A dirt road is thirty centimeters thick and not wide, and the road where wood and soil are mixed with about one person has reached the gate of Zhaojia Village, thirty meters away.

Yan Songjie, who was wearing a dark stab-proof suit, didn't say anything, anyway, there were enemies all around, so he didn't have to worry about it, just swing his knife and slash and kill. Like chopping vegetables and cutting melons, the Yellow Turban Army that blocked it was wantonly crushed, and he did not play tricks. Yan Songjie rotated the Mo knife windmill like a wheel, like a propeller blade, and no one of the Mo knives was cut in half.

Advancing all the way forward to the flat pile, like chopping vegetables and chopping melons, the Yellow Turban Army that blocked it was wantonly crushed. As the long path of blood extended, countless dismembered corpses fell in pools of blood.

In the blink of an eye, more than 200 Yellow Turban soldiers disappeared, leaving Zhang Yan dumbfounded, and the tragic scene deeply stung Zhang Yan. "One person dares to be arrogant, and two thousand elite subordinates will grind you to death, and you can't do it yourself. ”

Zhang Yan clenched his fists fiercely with both hands, his face swelled with anger, how could he not figure out how the villagers of the Zhao family, who were obviously in adversity, who had the courage to be so rampant, that he dared to break into 2,000 elite soldiers alone.

Single-handedly broke into the 2,000 Yellow Turban Army and tore them apart, with a sense of irony in his heart, pride and irony appeared on his face.

Under contempt, Zhang Yan raised his arm and danced the knife, pointed at Yan Songjie, and said sharply, "Siege and kill! ”

"No!" the yellow turban thieves were ordered, their excited eyes were bloodshot, and they rushed towards Yan Songjie excitedly.

On the back of Yan Songjie's hand, the green tendons protruded like earthworms, and a Mo knife in his hand that drank countless blood was held tighter. "It's not too much, I'm only worth ten catties of fat!"

glaring angrily, he frantically killed more than 200 Yellow Turban elites, causing most of the Heavenly Demon Immortal's internal power to be consumed rapidly.

The elite divisions of the Yellow Turbans are all soldiers who are good at fighting with one to ten Yellow Realms of cultivation.

Zhang Yan soared the price of the person who killed Yan Songjie to 100 catties of fat, and the price increased tenfold. Attract the Yellow Turban Thieves to moths to the fire! Look around, countless stumps and broken bodies, and the blood on the ground has gathered into a small river.

The tragic scene of blood and mist flying was such an incredible scene, even Zhang Yan, who was used to seeing big scenes, was stunned at this time.

Zhang Yan saw that Yan Songjie was stagnant, and the body of the tiger and bear was also wrapped in hot blood and dyed red. No longer crazy pursuit, I know in my heart that this is the time when the oil runs out. The legs clamped the horse and rushed out, weighing three hundred catties, and the head of the ring was straightened, and he did not report his surname, but he used the internal strength of his whole body, and shouted violently: "Get out of the way, let me come!"

"Riding a horse should be the leader of the yellow scarf!" Yan Songjie's eyes lit up, and the sword was blocked horizontally, and the sparks flew everywhere, and the strong rebound force actually transmitted the huge power. There was too much blood in his hand and he couldn't help slipping, and the two hundred and eighty-eight catties of Mo knife were shaken away, and he fell into the yellow turban thieves, killing one person and injuring two people.

"The late stage of the realm is complete!" Zhang Yan on horseback and Yan Songjie on the ground agreed, and their hearts were shocked.

"Who is this person, he is so good, is it really that I underestimate the heroes of the world?" Yan Songjie asked himself, is it a big deal.

What I didn't know was that after Yan Songjie came to the Eastern Han Dynasty, all the internal strength cultivators were like opening and speeding up.

For example, Zhang Yan was originally in the early stage of the realm, and advanced by leaps and bounds to the great consummation in the later stage of the realm. Otherwise, Zhang Yan is not a famous person, and he is slightly better than Yan Songjie to fight.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but be shocked in her heart, secretly thinking that there were such extraordinary martial arts people in Zhaojia Village, and it was the first time that she had some admiration for a villager.

"Impossible! Yan Songjie's 288-pound Mo knife will be knocked away. Zhao Ting rubbed his eyes, incredulous.

"Zhang Yan doesn't kill the nameless under the knife, what is your name. Zhang Yan saw that Yan Songjie had lost his weapon, and he was afraid that he had to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and attacked again with a big knife.

Yan Songjie lost his weapon with his bare hands, although he was temporarily down, his fighting spirit became stronger, and he flashed into the ground of the thistle, and his all-steel boots were flexible, and he was almost like walking on the ground.

When Zhang Yan moved, he needed to beware of thistles everywhere, and there was no advantage in riding a horse.

The head of the ring knife will be greatly discounted! For a while, Yan Songjie couldn't help it.

"Zhang Yan! turned out to be Zhang Yan, the leader of the bandits. Zhao Ting was scared to death, but he realized in horror that Yan Songjie was defeated, and he was very lucky.

The mood fell to the eighteenth layer of hell: "Zhaojia Village is all over now." He sat down paralyzed, a layer of cold sweat had soaked out of his forehead, and his face was full of chagrin.

Zhao Yu had a faint sadness hidden under his beautiful face, and crystal tears flowed slowly, muttering to himself: "Brother Immortal will not lose!

The three hundred villagers were in a state of turmoil and trembling.

Another two hundred and eighty-eight pound Mo knife clenched his right hand out of thin air, and the Xuanhuang Merit Technique in the Upper Dantian Heavenly Demon Immortal Transformation Dantian was running wildly, ten times the spiral strength!

Instantly reached the pseudo-innate realm! The body slowly soared into the air, and his eyes were filled with an unprecedented murderous aura, and he struck a blow with anger!

"Zhang Yan remember, tell the underground Hades that my name is Yan Songjie!"

The roar rushed up to the sky, and the sound of shouting and killing made the heavens and the earth change color! The two hundred and eighty-eight pounds of Mo knife in his hand carried the power of the raging waves, and the strong wind howled, rushing towards Zhang Yan.

The innate realm is easy to recognize, and it will fly in the air for a short time.

"I'm a mother!