The white river is still flowing eastward, but the war horse is approaching.

Gradually, he could see the expression on Pan Feng's face, Lin Pan let out a long roar, his waist rod was all the way, like a rabbit under the claws of an eagle fighting a rabbit, standing high on horseback, and the long knife in his hand was swung out, white practice was in the air, exuding a cold and cold light under the sun.

Where the blade passed, there were wisps of coldness, cold silence and solemnity, and the waves splashed by the horse's hooves shattered, turning into dozens of cold stars and flying directly to Pan Feng.

Bottles and cans, there are also two ears, you don't know how to weigh four taels of cotton to spin (visit) a spinning (visit), you dare to find your grandfather Pan Feng, you are especially impatient with the old birthday star looking for a short life! Just because you are worthy of fighting with my Jizhou general!

Pan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, his heart was slightly cold, and he shouted, and the golden dipping axe in his hand was like a hidden dragon under the water, and with a sharp swing, it flew up from the water from the bottom to the top, and hit the big knife with a cold splash.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound of Jinge, as if the whistle from the referee on the sports field opened the curtain of the life-and-death struggle between the warriors of the two sides.

A few cold stars ripple on the surface of the river, and the waves are thrown into the void. Four hundred warriors shouted and rushed into the river, catching and fighting, and for a time the killing was loud, and Shirakawa was also stunned.

Pan Feng looked at Lin Pan opposite, and the anger value in his heart skyrocketed. He is a famous fierce general in Jizhou, and the other party is just a small character in Yuan Shaojun's army who can't be called, and he dared to fight back with that blow just now, and he can still sit on horseback safely and steadily, without moving?

Hum! If the tiger doesn't wield, you should be a sick cat! Boy, take a good look at your Grandpa Pan's methods!

Pan Feng snorted secretly, gritted his teeth, and the golden dipping axe in his hand flew out again, and a silver straight line fell from the sky in the air.

Between two points, the straight line is the shortest. This axe condenses Pan Feng's strength, condenses the essence of Pan Feng's lifelong martial arts, and abandons the bells and whistles between move conversions. This axe has no skills or moves, only a straight line that destroys the withering and thundering.

At one end of the straight line is Pan Feng, and the other end is Lin Pan.

Listening to the sound of the air being torn apart, Pan Feng had a hideous smile on his face, he was confident and determined, this axe would definitely be able to chop this guy under the horse.

However, he overlooked a detail, he planned to split Lin Pan under the horse, but he himself was still on the horse.

And the details are often fatal.

Lin Pan also knew that he was not Pan Feng's opponent, and the blow just now had exhausted all the strength of his body, but he looked at the big axe that was getting closer and closer, but his face still did not change, and he also abandoned all moves and thoughts, and the long knife in his hand just poked forward violently.

The long knife broke through the air, blood splattered, and the war horse screamed. The long knife in Lin Pan's hand had directly pierced the neck of the war horse under Pan Feng's crotch, and blood spurted out like a spring, like a red rose blooming, miserable and tragic.

Pan Feng was taken aback, the golden dipping axe in his hand had already lost its accuracy as soon as it came to Lin Pan's head, and a "whew" slashed across Lin Pan's arm, bringing up a lotus-like arm

Arm in cheek fell into the river.

The horses, the fierce generals, and their arms fell at the same time, and the blood sprayed made Shirakawa red.

Pan Feng is indeed worthy of being a battle-hardened Jizhou famous general, and he is famous for his experience. Seeing that he was about to be crushed by the war horse, he suddenly hooked the big axe in the water and put it on a stone that emerged from the water, and the person had slid out, and then the big axe was on tiptoe, and the person was like a big peng spreading his wings and volleying up to Lin Pan.

Lin Pan had already lost his left hand, looked at the oncoming Pan Feng, sneered, jumped out of the horse with his right hand, and went straight to Pan Feng, letting the golden dipping axe slash across his chest, cutting his chest, sticking tightly in front of Pan Feng, pulling out the short knife on his back with his backhand and gently pushing forward.

"Poof", although it was slight, but like Huang Zhongda Lu lingered in everyone's minds, everyone looked at each other, Pan Feng and Lin Pan met again on the bank of the Baichuan River. Of course, their encounter did not have the attachment of the mountain alliance and the sea oath, nor did they have an unforgettable love, only a tragic beginning and end.

Kill to kill, fight for your life!

The encounter is the beginning, and the encounter is also the end.

The axe falls, the knife falls.

Two blood flowers erupted from the backs of the two like arrows, and the two hugged each other tightly, like a couple who depended on each other for life and death or lingered life and death enemies fell into the river together, just like the blue white river suddenly stirred up waves several meters high.

There was suffocation in the air, it was the smell of blood, and it was the smell of death!

The Jizhou army was silent, his eyes were full of doubt and uneasiness, and the lieutenants and lieutenants in the army were also silent, the short-tempered Pan Feng, the famous general Pan Feng in Jizhou City, died like this?

The first camp was also silent, and the stormy Boulder General exchanged for the opponent's general, and also fell on the way forward, what should he do?

Looking at the bloodstains on their bodies and the ripples in the river that had not yet dissipated, everyone tightened the knives in their hands, their eyes breathed fire, and they screamed and rushed to each other again.

The white river flows eastward, and the horse's hooves fly. The Baichuan River, which is as flat as a mirror, stirs up thousands of waves, but I don't know how many heroes and heroes Yan Zhao Naner will be annihilated!

……

The sky gradually darkened, the twilight eroded the field, and the bloody remnant sun shrouded the Shirakawa River through the white clouds on the horizon, which was poignant and beautiful.

Although the scenery is beautiful, the fighting on the banks of the Shirakawa River is still continuing, and the tragedy is still continuing. The Baichuan River, which is more than two feet wide, is full of floating corpses and stumps, including Jizhou soldiers and those who first entered the camp.

The difference is that they are all in their respective camps, but what is the same is that they are all so heroic, so heroic, and they all fought their last drop of blood for their ideals. More than 400 corpses floated on the surface of the river, and only one person was still standing in the water, and he was Pan Feng's lieutenant general.

Perhaps, even he didn't expect to survive, he looked at the corpse of his opponent in the river with respect in his eyes, because he knew that those people were all nobodies, including Lin Pan, who died with General Pan, was just a nobody.

But, that's it

Nameless warriors, swords in hand, rushed up like moths to the flames. One by one, they were not afraid of life and death, they still had hands when the knife was broken, and there were teeth when the hands were broken, and with their courage and courage, they fought out the elite of the Jizhou army, including a general, two captains, four Quhou and more than a dozen commanders.

Though he has won, he has been defeated.

However, in an instant, the deputy general left that trace of respect behind, life is victory, and the taste of victory is so beautiful after all.

Pan Feng is dead, and he will become the new generation of commanders in the Jizhou army!

He licked his tongue, opened his arms and was about to cheer, but suddenly his heart was filled with unease, and his eyes lit up, and a floating corpse suddenly trembled, floating forward two or three feet, and Pan Feng's remains also fell into the water with Yang Tiantian.

Ripples layered, silver light flashed, water splashed high, a long knife like a poisonous dragon broke through the water, exuding a piercing killing intent, and a little cold star hit the throat.

The lieutenant's smile froze on his face, and a bloodshot suddenly appeared in his throat.

Lin Pan picked up the floating corpse on the water, held the long knife with one hand and struggled to hold it up, inserted the handle of the knife into the bottom of the river, slowly leaned on the back of the knife, looked at the sunset on the mountain top in the distance, and gradually closed his eyes.

One person, one knife, standing upright in the water, the sculpture is like a rock, the wind and rain are like a rock, and the rock of the forest!

There are so many strong men in Jizhou!

In the past, there was Changshan Zhao Zilong, and now there is the Bohai Forest Boulder standing proudly in Baichuan. Han Fu and his soldiers were already stunned, and their hearts were full of tremors.

Guan Yu and Chen Zhi also looked at the back in the distance in shock, Lin Pan's martial arts may not be as good as their few rounds, and even only second- or third-rate, but his blood for life, his ambition to pursue victory, and his indifference to life and death, how many people in this world can do it!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Yuan Shao was also a little moved in his heart, but it was only a little moved. In an instant, he left that touch behind, he is a hero, but also a hero, the world has always relied on the flesh and blood of the soldiers, how can he not know?

Bai Qi, Changping fought a battle and pit Zhao 400,000 to achieve his name of Wu Anjun killing gods!

Ying Zheng, unified the six countries by force, burned books and pit Confucianism, and the civilians, soldiers, warlocks and scholars who died in his hands were millions of people!

Once the success is done, which hero is not covered with blood on his hands? Lin Pan is just a cornerstone to help him become a hero.

Looking at Han Fu, who was stunned, Yuan Shao sneered, how could such a cowardly commander deserve to own this rich land, and how could such a delicate God-given opportunity not be missed? The big hand was raised, and then it fell heavily, and with a long roar, the flags in the heralds' hands danced quickly and staggeredly, and the earth-shattering war drums and bull horns intertwined in the sky above Shirakawa, reaching the sky.

"Kill!"

Fifty or sixty thousand Bohai iron horsemen, under the leadership of Yan Liang, Wen Chou and others, ran over Baichuan like a torrent of steel and ran towards the Jizhou camp.

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