The majestic sound of horses' hooves played a drum beat in the forest, the mournful and vigorous horse roar, the cry of the heavens and the earth, and the sonorous and powerful Jin Ge from far and near, like a whirlwind, like spring thunder, all the sounds echoed and collided in Zhang Fei's ears.

Gan Ning really didn't lie to him!

Zhang Fei was furious, he and Guan Ping were originally ordered by the military advisor Zhuge Liang to ambush Wang Li's mission, but they didn't want to kill a Cheng Biting Jin in the mission, Cai He's identity made him have to worry about it, and after confirming his identity, he found that Cai He was not a black whirlwind Li Kui but just a Li ghost, but Wang Li's army was not far away.

And as for them, in addition to severely invading the fake Li Kui, they didn't gain anything, and even took more than 100 elite white soldiers for this.

Tightening the snake spear in his hand, Zhang Fei gestured slightly to Guan Ping, and at the same time shouted angrily, and the two healthy horses invaded Gan Ning and Sima Yi like wind and rain, while the knights and white soldiers drew their swords and rushed forward.

Trumpets sounded, war drums were beaten, horses' hooves were moved, and all sorts of sounds resounded through the woods.

The cavalry under Zhang Fei and Guan Ping's tent roared out from both wings, and the black ironclad knights and white white-eyed soldiers swept in front of the more than 300 soldiers in the camp like a black tide and white waves, and then slammed into each other fiercely.

The three torrents instantly erupted into an astonishing momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, like rolling spring thunder resounding through the valley, and like thousands of angry waves crashing into the mountains. Spears and swords flew and circled, sharp spears and axes slashed horizontally and vertically, dense feathered arrows were like flying locusts in transit, and the fierce shouts and roars of excitement made the mountains tremble, and the autumn rain broke.

Gan Ning glanced at the battle situation, and saw that the trapped camp composed of three hundred people was still as firm as an unyielding bridge in the rolling torrent, and secretly praised it, and then turned to look at Zhang Fei and Guan Ping who were coming towards him, shook his sore and blood-soaked arm, and took a large knife more than a foot long from the hand of the guard to protect him.

The sword is thousands of miles, not as far as one step ahead.

Thousands of mountains are horizontal, and they are still surrounded by three feet.

Gan Ning is a master of knives, so he naturally understands that whether it is a sword, an axe, a spear or a short spear, all attacks cannot avoid the places around him. What's more, he had been seriously injured under Zhang Fei's full force blow just now, his hands were already weak, and he felt his heart, liver and spleen tremble in his chest with every step he moved.

Therefore, he can only defend and cannot attack.

Therefore, he can only block, block himself until the moment when reinforcements come.

The long knife washed by the autumn rain was horizontal in front of Gan Ning, like an embankment like a mountain, but it had an unyielding and sky-high fighting spirit.

At this moment, Zhang Fei and Guan Ping's horse heads entered the three-step distance in front of him, and the Zhangba Snake Spear and the Enemy Blade in their hands also slashed Gan Ning's head and face like a storm, and the murderous aura in the sky flew into the layers of autumn rain and raindrops, closely linked with them.

The autumn rain is the spear in Zhang Fei's hand, and the raindrop is the knife in Guan Ping's hand.

But there was only one long knife in Gan Ning's hand, how could he cut through the dense chill that lingered on the top of his head?

Zhang Fei is one of the best generals in the world, Guan Ping can also be regarded as a quasi-first-class striker, the two of them combined a blow, Gan Ning of course could not avoid it, he could only use his last move, his feet firmly grasped the ground, his body squatted, his arms suddenly raised the knife over the top, and all the strength in his body was squeezed into the handle and back of the knife in an instant.

This knife is called a mountain of support.

This knife is Gan Ning's original stupid move, and it is also his last hole card to save his life. It doesn't need a knife style, it doesn't need skill, it just needs a kind of bravery and clumsiness that looks like death.

What is the way to die, and the body becomes a mountain!

Even death is not enough to say, what else in this world can stop his rushing blood? Turning your arms into thick and heavy mountains, what sharp weapon in this world can split?

"Dangdang" There were two loud thunderous sounds, and the rain curtain in front of Gan Ning suddenly dispersed, and the Zhangba Snake Spear and the Enemy Blade began to reveal their true bodies in the rain and mist.

Zhang Fei and Guan Ping's combined blow did not break through the mountain's defense, but Gan Ning spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his face was as white as paper, his back was shaky, and his feet were deeply inserted into the dirt, as if someone had smashed a wooden stake into the soil with a giant hammer.

Glancing at Gan Ning coldly, knowing that with his current state, it was impossible to resist his next form, the corners of Zhang Fei's mouth gently pulled to reveal a cruel smile, and the snake spear in his hand shrank and suddenly, and a cold snake poked out.

The snake is cunning and cunning, but also fierce and violent.

In winter, poisonous snakes either crouch in the grass or hide in the leaves, quietly staying in their territory and not going anywhere. But once someone or other animal invades their territory, what awaits them is definitely a winter of stored venom and hideous fangs.

And the snake spear is the poisonous snake in Zhang Fei's hand, the king cobra!

The wind is coming. Rain, coming on. The inevitable murderous aura is also coming in the wind and rain. Gan Ning shook his head slightly, spit out a mouthful of bitter blood again, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Whew!"

The sound of the wind breaking through the air suddenly sounded softly in Gan Ning's ears, like the sound of spring silkworms devouring mulberry leaves, and the autumn rain in front of him dropping on the armor, which was inaudible in Zhang Fei's roar.

However, Gan Ning's heart came alive.

As soon as his eyes opened suddenly, he saw a white figure in the distance throwing the bow and arrow in his hand, and a bright silver spear in his hand broke through the defense of the white soldiers with brute force, and then rode into the field with lightning speed and firmly pressed against Guan Ping's vest, and Zhang Fei's spear just came to his throat.

The white figure swept lightly towards Zhang Fei, slashing slightly in his hand, the friction of the spear blade on Guan Ping's armor emitted an endless cold light, and his voice was also extremely cold: "If your spear stabs forward one more point, Zhang Yide, you can only let Guan Yun last a long time!" ”

Zhang Fei kicked the sharp arrow under his feet, he was quite annoyed in his heart, he was almost one point away from Gan Ning's dog's life, but unfortunately the arrow came too suddenly and too timely, he could only silently stop the spear at Gan Ning's neck, and looked at the general bitterly: "Zhao Zilong, you are really too timely!" ”

"Or maybe it's providence! Zhang Yide, the truth that the righteous have more help and the unjust have less help is originally like this! Zhao Yun smiled faintly, but the bright silver spear in his hand was withdrawn from Guan Ping's vest, as if he was not worried that Zhang Fei would give Gan Ning a spear.

A bright light flashed in Zhang Fei's eyes: "Aren't you afraid that Zhang will kill Gan Ning and ask for a little interest for the second brother first?" ”

Zhao Yun shook his head: "Although you and I have different skills and moves, spears and spears are both weapons that open and close, and despicable people are not worthy of using spears." And..."

"And what?"

"Zhao has arrived here, I believe that Xingba will definitely not be harmed again!"

Zhang Fei was slightly stunned, did Zhao Yun mean that he had no chance to kill Gan Ning here, or did he mean that since he, the real murderer who killed the second brother, had already come, there was no need for him to attack Gan Ning again?

Pulling back the snake spear in front of Gan Ning's neck, looking at Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei was murderous: "Battle? ”

"Fight!"

Zhao Yun nodded, his expression was calm, but his thumb flicked slightly on the handle of the gun, and the bright silver gun made a buzzing sound, becoming brighter and brighter in the autumn rain.