"It's... Pitfall? ”

Looking at the more than a thousand elites of the Han Dynasty who appeared around, even the elites of the well-trained Dark Pavilion not only looked panicked.

From the fisherman holding the rod to the hooked fish, this psychological gap will not be treated calmly by anyone.

"When did you find out?"

Looking at the bows and crossbows with cold light around him, Xiahou Yu's expression was pale.

What went wrong there? Or who leaked the secrets?

Whose handiwork, Zhang Lu? Or Yan Pu? Or is it the money-greedy and lustful Yang Song?

"Don't think about it, today's feast is specially prepared for you! Of course, all this is thanks to the news provided by Master Yang! Otherwise... I don't know how long it will take for you to make yourself pop out! ”

Today, Zhang Yong finally knows why it is said that the face is fickle, and Xiahou Yu is undoubtedly the best example.

On the side, Meng Qiu was slightly stunned when he heard Zhang Yong's words, but he didn't know why Zhang Yong wanted to pour dirty water on Yang Song.

Today's events are clearly operated by Zhang Yong, why...

"Yang Song, it's really the old thief! What a bold man, he dares to deceive my secret cabinet! ”

Not to mention what Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu thought in their hearts, anyway, Xiahou Yu believed it, and suddenly jumped like thunder, and at this moment he couldn't wait to devour Yang Song and even the Yang family alive.

One wrong step, one wrong step!

Since he lost the opportunity, he definitely can't kill Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu today, and he can only break through desperately at this moment.

"All the members of the Dark Pavilion listened to the order, rushed out, went out alive, reported everything that happened today to the eldest prince, killed Zhang Yong, Meng Qiu, and Yang Manmen, and avenged us!"

With a roar, Xiahou Yu drew his knife and stood up, not retreating and running away, but killing fiercely in the direction where Zhang Yong was.

As the leader of the Dark Pavilion, there is no life or death, how can he retreat at this time, how can he discredit Xiahou and the Cao family.

"Leave two living messengers, the others... Kill them all! ”

When it is time to be hard, it is natural to be hard, and when it is time to retreat, it is natural to know how to advance and retreat.

Following Meng Qiu, although he has made progress in martial arts, he has a few catties and taels... Zhang Yong is still clear.

He has just entered the cultivation of qi, and how many knives can he stop the four refining gangs?

"Go! Shoot! ”

Unlike the dozens of arrows that Xiahou Yu chatted about when he was ambushed, I saw that under the command of several military marquis, hundreds of crossbow arrows fell from the sky, nailing a member of the Dark Pavilion who had no time to dodge to the ground.

In just a few breaths, half of them were lost, and there were many good players at the Qi level.

"Kill..."

After a few rounds of arrow rain, more than a dozen members of the Dark Pavilion broke through to the dense forest on both sides, and the rest... Naturally, he followed the four refining powerhouses led by Xiahou Yu to kill Zhang Yong and Meng Qiu.

"Xiahou Yu, you and I have a grudge in the past... That's it! ”

With a loud clang, Meng Qiu drew his sword and stepped forward to stop Xiahou Yu and another leader of the Dark Pavilion who was also in the middle stage of refining with Xiahou Yu.

was chased by Xiahou Yu from Xuchang to Luoyang, and from Luoyang to Guanzhong, and then from Guanzhong to Hanzhong.

Today happens to be with Xiahou Yu and Cao... Make a break.

A moment later, in a bloody battle, two of the members of the dark pavilion who broke through the layers of the Hanzhong army finally escaped through the layers of the Hanzhong army, no more, no less... Exactly two.

For the people of the Dark Pavilion, this world... No matter who it is, they will not have the slightest favor, if it weren't for Zhang Yong's order, with only more than ten members of the Dark Pavilion on the left and right, those few military marquis would have ordered someone to skin them alive, how could anyone break through the siege of hundreds of elite armor soldiers.

"Iron cavalry retreat, heavy armor to resist the enemy, crossbowmen, pikemen on me!"

Although Xiahou Yu and others are deeply encircled, they are rarely elite after all, and their overall quality is more than one step higher than that of Hanzhong's elite.

The four leaders of Lian Gang, plus the remaining more than a dozen qi cultivators, naturally caused a lot of casualties to the Hanzhong generals in close combat.

Under the orders of several military marquis, the iron horsemen, sword and axe men who were fighting with the dark pavilion slowly retreated, and were replaced by dense heavy armor, crossbowmen, and pikemen who rushed up, slowly separating Xiahou Yu's several refining gangs from the more than ten qi cultivation masters.

"Crossbowmen... Shoot the arrows! ”

For Meng Qiu, Xiahou Yu and others who were fighting, they naturally couldn't annihilate them in one fell swoop by raining arrows, but for the more than ten members of the Dark Pavilion Qi Cultivation Level who were surrounded and cut up, the Hanzhong generals had no other concerns, and after a few rounds of arrow rain, the pikemen rushed up under the cover of heavy armor, stabbing the members of the Dark Pavilion except for Xiahou Yu's four refining powerhouses into a sieve.

"Meng Qiu... You... Get the hell out of here! Zhang Yongxiaoer... Even if I die today, I will drag you to be buried with you! ”

Seeing the death of an elite of the Dark Pavilion, Xiahou Yu was also red-eyed, what Meng Qiu was no longer important, only to kill Zhang Yong... Only then did he wash away the shame of Xiahou Yu and the shame of the dark pavilion.

The selection of people in the dark pavilion is the best of the best, the best of the best, compared to the selection of the tiger and leopard horse, the hundred and ten members of the dark pavilion who participated in the ambush are the elite lurking in Guanzhong, Hanzhong, and Liangzhou, and they are all lost today, you can imagine how much shock this will have on the layout of the Cao family in Guanzhong, Xiliang and even Yizhou.

How angry should Sikong be, eldest prince... And how much pressure should I bear.

"Kill..."

Looking coldly at Xiahou Yu, who was covered in blood, Zhang Yong did not have the slightest joy in his heart, some were just deeply heavy... Disturbed!

For today's bureau, Zhang Wei secretly allocated four troop troops, cavalry, heavy armor, knives and axes, spears, bows and crossbows... They are all the elite of the elite in Hanzhong, this should be an overwhelming force, but in front of you... The so-called elite of Hanzhong has killed more than 100 people under the charge of the dark pavilion headed by Xiahou Yu.

The general trend of Huanghuang was destroyed, and it even played a one-to-one battle loss.

Facing Cao's... This behemoth is undoubtedly a grasshopper shaking the tree, his choice... Is it right or wrong?

With a burst of killing sounds and a glimpse of swords, Zhang Yong's thoughts were slowly drifting away.

Hanzhong, the land of the four wars. It is a strategic place in the south into Shu and Guanzhong in the north, but...

I don't know how long it took, after the sound of a sword and axe breaking, Zhang Yong finally slowly came back to his senses, and at this time, only Xiahou Yu was left among the four refining gangs in the Dark Pavilion... Holding a short blade, barely breathing, as for the other three, the strong man who was also in the middle stage of refining was forcibly killed by Meng Qiu in the way of exchanging injuries for injuries, and the two outside the name were in the early stage of refining... One fell under the siege of several military marquises, and the other... was beheaded by another Sima named Wang Chao secretly sent by Zhang Wei. Wang Chao, Sima of the Dongzhou Military Department, once served as a military marquis in Dong Zhuo's Xiliang Iron Cavalry, and was a veteran powerhouse in the early stage of Liangang.

"Xiahou Yu, have you ever thought of such a day?"

After settling down, Zhang Yong turned over and dismounted, and slowly came to Xiahou Yu under the support of a group of soldiers and guards.

"I just hate... My heart is not ruthless enough, when I set foot in the Taishou Mansion that day, I should... I should have killed you, little boy..."

Holding the broken blade in his hand, trembling and supporting the broken body, although Xia Houyu's eyes were blurred by blood, the aura accumulated over the years still made the surrounding soldiers and guards feel like they were facing a great enemy.

"I just didn't think about it!"

"You haven't thought about it, but I did!"

No one thought that Zhang Yong, who was supposed to show the posture of a winner... Zhang Yong, who showed a look of pride, collapsed at this moment, pulled out the long sword at his waist and pointed at the half-kneeling Xiahou Yu, half bitter, half laughing, half crazy.

"The moment I came back alive from the mountains, from the moment I got up from the sickbed, I always thought about today.

But you, Xiahou Yu, are a child of Xiahou, born in the Cao family, a behemoth, I can only endure it... Bear with it!

But after all, there is such a day! ”

"Are you angry at your dead colleagues, are you trying to kill me?

Me too!

Do you know that every day when I go to bed, I wake up with nightmares! Guards who died for me on the mountains... The wailing and screaming before the temporary moment almost became my nightmare, as if to ask me to take care of their families, live well, and not think about avenging them! ”

"But the more so, the more I say to you... For Cao Pi, the more unspeakable disgust and hatred!

Today... Finally this day!

Heaven is a good reincarnation, who will be spared by the sky!

You Xiahou Yu... You dark pavilion, you shouldn't, you shouldn't... Kill my guards and provoke me Zhang Yong! ”

The long sword roared, in the complicated and shocking gaze of Meng Qiu and the soldiers and guards... Cut off Xiahou Yu... This Xiahou disciple, the head of the leader of the Dark Pavilion.

Who would have thought that the third son in front of him would have carried so much in the past few months.

"He Da... Zhang Chu... This son has avenged you! You are in the heavenly spirits... Rest in peace! ”

The chilling roar almost broke through the heavy blood mist hidden by Wulipo and reached the ears of the dead.

No matter in the past life or in this life, this Zhang Yong and the other Zhang Yong are not fierce and cold people, but they should be said to be weak in their hearts... The generation, the guardian who got along day and night died, and under the superposition of emotions, the thoughts in Zhang Yong's heart became thicker and thicker, almost becoming a nightmare and heart disease, and today Xiahou Yu died... Finally, there is a result.

"Meng Qiu, who died for his son, will never abandon in this life, although he has no regrets in death!"

In the past two months, Meng Qiu can be said to have gotten along with Zhang Yong day and night, but... I didn't find a trace of clues, it can be imagined that after returning from the mountains, Zhang Yong... This third son of the Zhang family, how much pressure he is under in his heart.

Maybe... He died at the hands of Xiahou Yu that day...

"We died for my son, and I have never given up since then, although I have no regrets about dying!"

As soon as Meng Qiu knelt on the ground, he heard several voices sound again, and saw that the seven or eight guards on Zhang Yong's side also returned with swords in their arms, allegating their allegiance to Zhang Yong.

Today's game is to kill Xiahou Yu and others to prevent future troubles!

But in their opinion, today's situation is Zhang Yong's painstaking and lonely work, in order to avenge his colleagues who died at the hands of Xiahouyu and others in the past.

If the winner is so, what can the servant ask for?

Looking at Zhang Yong who surrounded the center, Wang Chao and other soldiers felt indescribably complicated, and there seemed to be a kind of expectation, when Zhang Yong was in charge of Hanzhong... What will happen again?

"Three sons, mighty !!"

"Three sons, mighty !!"

......

Nan Zheng, Taishou Mansion!

After Zhang Yong slashed Xiahou Yu, it was natural that there was a sentinel riding fast horse and whipping the experience and results to Zhang Lu's ears.

"Zimao, I have a successor in Hanzhong!"

Looking at the back of the departing sentinel, Zhang Lu looked at Yan Pu beside him who looked relieved, and smiled nonstop.