He Erman's face was already swept with a hideous sneer, and he suddenly drank: "Carrying a big knife in your hand, do you think this leader is blind? First bring the ox over, but you are not allowed to carry weapons, otherwise I will let my subordinates shoot the ox with arrows." ”

When he was asking, the more than 20 personal soldiers who were guarding next to him also had angry eyes, and their fingers clenched the big knife of the ring head rattled.

Xu Chu was not so stupid, his brows were slightly condensed, and a dilemma appeared on his face.

Throwing away the weapon in his hand, the yellow turban thief is eyeing the tiger, and the danger can be imagined.

The cattle are the main force of the cultivated land, and if the cattle are killed, the government will definitely investigate. It seems that they are all in a dead end!

The leader of the Yellow Turban Thieves is already under his nose, and he has to lower his guard in order to kill him in one fell swoop and get rid of the current predicament of Xujia Village.

"I'm alone, what tricks can I play, what are you afraid of. Xu Chu seemed to be ridiculous at why Erman's words.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves began to echo in the ears of the yellow turban thieves, faintly, from far and near.

The two hundred and eighty-eight catties of Mo Dao took advantage of the horse's momentum, and where the iron hooves were going, it roared with a strong impact and crashed into the Yellow Turban Thief.

Wen Chou's internal strength was fully opened without any reservations, and the Mo knife in his hand was like a silver-white angry wave, carrying the power of attacking everything, and it came with a bang.

Layers of knife shadows, like raging waves, attack wave after wave.

Unleashed as much as he could, the blade was directed, and one after another yellow turban thieves died under his knife.

Everywhere he passed, screams came and went, severed limbs and broken weapons rose all over the sky, blood splashed like raindrops, and in a field of broken limbs and howls, Wen Chou was like a demon god killed in hell.

But seeing Yan Songjie dancing in the other direction, it was like chopping waves and breaking waves, rushing to open a bloody road.

Eyes wander around, looking for the storage place of more than 10,000 yellow turban thieves for grain and grass or grain and grass. It was not because of the 300,000 Montenegrin army running out of food, which caused the fire and retreated, which made Yan Songjie taste a huge sweetness.

Looking around him, countless stumps and severed bodies, the body of the ugly tiger and bear was also wrapped in blood, and the blood on the ground had gathered into a small river.

The tragic scene of the blood mist flying made the young people of Xujia Village stunned at this time, when did they see such an incredible scene.

Seeing that Xu Chu was staying there and distracted, his face was full of worries, and it was obvious that he had no idea in his heart, He Erman's confidence suddenly increased.

"Xu Chu shouldn't hurry up and throw away the big knife in his hand! The archer prepares!" He Erman's jealous expression gradually faded, and the overbearing and arrogant voice sounded again, devastating.

Although it is not explicitly stated, no matter how hard you struggle, it is a dead end, but this subtext is clear.

Woke Xu Chu up from his trance: "Archer! The yellow turban thief really came prepared, and I fell for the trick again." It seems that the ploughing cattle can't be saved.... ”

A layer of cold sweat quietly soaked from his forehead, and shame and anger filled his chest.

Under the crisis of the situation, he held the big knife tightly in his hand, and his joints were gurgling, as if he wanted to crush the big knife.

As soon as He Erman's voice fell, he only heard the noise behind him. "Run for your life! The two demon gods have been killed!"

Vaguely seeing the dust behind them, the two fierce generals were flying like horses, dancing and sweeping with knives in their hands, and wantonly destroying the yellow soldiers under their command wherever they passed.

"Whoever dares to retreat without permission, will be killed immediately, and the general will stop!" As he spoke, He Erman's round eyes widened, and the green tendons on the back of his hand holding the ring head big knife protruded, and a trace of murderous aura surged on his hideous face.

The soldiers around He Erman were also furious, and hurriedly drew their swords and shouted: "Whoever dares to retreat without permission will be killed immediately!"

"Archers shoot me at the man on horseback!" He Erman's hoarse roar was like a firefly in the dark, attracting Wen Chou's special attention.

More than 100 sharp arrows had been aimed at Wen Chou, flickering with cold light like the fangs of the god of death.

"Release the arrow!" He Erman gave an order, and more than 100 sharp arrows roared out, overwhelmingly rolling towards Wen Chou.

Under such a frantic shooting, the arrow rained down on the special steel heavy armor on Wen Chou's body, without the slightest effect.

Those among the Yellow Turban Thieves who sneered at Wen Chou couldn't help but change color one after another, and shouted in panic: "Demon God!

Wen Chou wears a silver mask, and the heavy armor of dark special steel is like a humanoid tank, plus two hundred and eighty-eight pounds of Mo knife, its impact and protection are almost invincible.

Suddenly, seeing He Erman, Wen Chou's eyes lit up, and he thought of what was going on, and a subtle sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth: "The leader of the remnants of the Yellow Turban, take your life~." ”

In an instant, that Wen Chou was like black lightning, unstoppably rushing towards He Erman.

In the midst of the loud shouts, Wen Chou rode like the wind, picked up the Mo knife with both hands and carried layers of blood mist, and slashed down towards He Erman.

The extremely fierce sword qi, carrying the unparalleled destructive power, slashed with a bang.

Seeing Wen Chou's behavior of slashing without asking, he Erman felt unhappy. "Too unruly, don't report your name and surname, and do it directly. ”

"He Mou does not kill the unknown people under the knife, who comes, report the name. He Erman asked sharply, but at the same time, he didn't dare to hesitate in his hand, and the ring head knife was blocked horizontally.

"It's really self-defeating for such a local chicken and a dog to dare to pretend in front of me. The corners of Wen Chou's mouth raised a disapproving sneer.

"Boom!"

"Click!" A dull thump and a splash of sparks instantly lit up He Erman's surprised expression.

Because He Erman found that he could condescendingly look at the Yellow Turban brothers at 720 degrees.

Who is this headless body carrying a half-cut ring slash? It is so familiar! It flashed through my mind like lightning.

Under the panicked eyes of the Yellow Turban Thieves, "Poof!" The former majestic He Erman, the big leader, a bloody human head, flew into the air. The blood-spurting corpse shook a few times, and then fell to the horse.

There are yellow turban thieves who are hairy in their hearts and tremble with fear. The yellow turban thief was immediately dumbfounded, and his first reaction was to pull out his legs and run away.

Wen Chou's knife was too fierce and too fast, so that He Erman didn't know how he was killed in seconds.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then, the crowd of onlookers on the wall of Xujia Village erupted in thunderous cheers, and everyone was amazed by Wen Chou's powerful knife.

He Erman's banner is flying helplessly in the wind. Seeing that the big leader He Erman was dead, the guards and the Yellow Turban thieves suddenly felt endless horror in their hearts, and their morale became more and more depressed.

Wen Chou almost effortlessly took He Erman's life. The whole person was stained with blood, and there were layers of corpses around him, like a small mountain.

The tide of blood spread out on all sides, like a huge blood-colored carpet.

The face of the yellow turban thief flashed with shock, which was the fear of Wen Chou's force.

"This person's martial arts are so good! Xu Chu caught a glimpse of the confrontation between Na Wenchou and He Erman in the chaos, and his heart was also shocked.

The ploughing cow was frightened when he saw the red blood and turned around and wanted to run, but Xu Chu was not afraid, his brows condensed slightly, and he grabbed the head of the cow and dragged the cow retrograde.

Yan Songjie, who was wearing a silver mask on the other side, saw that Xu Chuli was bigger than a cow, his face was shocked, and he hurriedly asked with a horizontal knife. "The strong man's surname!" suddenly came the idea of recruiting this person.

"Xu Chu of Qian County!"