Fu Xie and Ji Hong were about to occupy the gate of Yangzhai City, but Wang Li and Zhao Yun had already been strangled with the Bocai army.

A Zhongxing sword and a bright silver spear, the two of them stirred up a rain of blood in the Yellow Turban Array like bloodthirsty killing gods.

Zhongxing sword, the sword rises and falls, the sword is like the bright moon, the cold light hits the face, the sword falls like a thunderbolt, and life and death are separated; Bright silver gun, gun sweep gun pick gun like a dragon, gun sweep like a wave, the waves crash on the shore, the gun pick is like thunder, the hills and mountains crack.

The two of them were in the middle of the battle, and when they saw that they were about to kill in front of Bo Cai and Huang Shao, they suddenly heard a commotion behind them, and when they looked back, they saw a Yellow Turban Army covering from the direction of Yang Zhai, and the soldiers behind them were caught off guard, and they were caught off guard and fell in a pool of blood.

Fu Xie and Ji Hong, who are dogs, dare to let Yang Zhai's reinforcements come here, they should really find a piece of tofu to kill them!

"White Horse Righteous Servant!"

A hint of gloom flashed in Wang Li's eyes, and he saw Zhao Yun shouting angrily, the bright silver spear was flicked, and a yellow turban knight flew out from the horse, and with a flick of the horse's head, the knight behind him suddenly gave way to an avenue.

"Where righteousness is, life and death follow!"

The war horses neighed, the swords roared in unison, dozens of white horse knights fought hard at the same time, the yellow turban thieves couldn't help but retreat, and a large blank space was instantly cleared around, and everyone had gathered around Wang Li.

"Huzi, you wait for the guardian Sima, come when you go!" Zhao Yun let out a long roar, the white horse was like a cloud, and in a moment it had already rushed to the rear army, and a bright silver spear stabbed at Liu Pi like a poisonous snake.

Liu Pi is in the Yellow Turban camp, and he only learns from Gong Du and others on weekdays, but he has second- or third-rate skills, how have he ever seen such fast marksmanship?

Seeing the spear stabbing the cold light all over his body, Liu Pi had nowhere to dodge, so he bent down in a hurry. The war horse was suddenly startled, the horse's head was raised, and before he could adjust his sitting position, Zhao Yun's spear had arrived, and a shot hit the horse's head. The war horse fell to the ground with a miserable roar, crushing Liu Pi to a point of Venus.

"Qu Shuai!"

Liu Bi's guards were taken aback, and they all drew their knives and snatched them out, Zhao Yun's hands trembled and the spear danced, a bright silver spear looked like a pear flower, and the guards felt a flower in front of them, their foreheads were cold, the strength on their bodies gradually disappeared, and they fell to the ground in front of them.

Qu Shuai?

Liu Bi had just struggled to get up from under the horse, when he heard a cold snort beside him, a silver light flashed from far and near the lower part of his neck, leaving only a little cold light against his throat, a drop of blood dripping from his throat, blooming on the ground, and then his neck was cold, his legs were weak, and he knelt straight.

Two people jumped up behind him, and the rope was set, and the poor Yellow Turban Qu Shuai turned into a lamb to be slaughtered in an instant. Liu Pi, originally the leader of the Yellow Turban in the late Han Dynasty, later served with Gong Du to serve the ancestor Liu Bei, but unfortunately, now Liu Bei has not yet started at the end of the Han Dynasty, but Liu Pi has become a prisoner under the ladder and has achieved Zhao Yun's first achievement.

The thieves saw that Zhao Yun was like no one's land, a bright silver spear flew like a pear blossom, and he was not injured or killed when he touched it, and everyone shouted for his father and mother.

Now that Zhao Yun has lifted the siege, Wang Li still needs to be polite, and he took Bai Ma Yi to attack left and right in the formation, killing Bo Cai and Huang Shao like wolves.

The White Horse Yicong, of course, is no longer the White Horse Yicong in history who has to avoid its edge, but since there are already Zhao Yun and Zhao Jiazhuang and other heroes as the team, and then select dozens of brothers from the shooting battalion as auxiliaries, why is it difficult to rebuild a White Horse Yicong?

It is said that the enemies are very red when they see each other, but Bo Cai's first reaction when he looks at the young man in front of him who has not reached the weak crown is not anger, but shock.

Frightened by Wang Li's wisdom and bravery, resolute and ruthless, and also frightened by Wang Li's young youth, if there are a few more such young people in the Han Dynasty, it will be fatal to the present and future of this religion.

Bocai and Huang Shao glanced at each other, and they also had a plan in their hearts, even if Yang Zhai fell, even if the East Road was defeated, even if Ben Shuai died, he would definitely not be able to let this son grow up, absolutely not!

Come on, fight!

A trace of solemnity and ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the two, and a pair of ring-headed knives had already slashed towards Wang Li, and the fierce battle intent rose to the sky. There was a loud "bang", and the two teams collided together like a monstrous flood.

But see:

Han will be angry, and Moqu will fight hard. Han Jiang was angry, and he broke into Longtan alone, a silver sword like a meteor, and the cold light of the sword was straight to the throat and chest; The moth ditch is desperate, the two thieves are out of the tiger's den, the two big knives are like thunder, the knife is thunderbolt, and they will get off the horse immediately. The Han soldiers were brave, and the swords were raised to stab the moth thief, the moth thief was powerful, and the spear and the sword were waved together. Only kill the sky and the earth, and the ghosts cry and the wolves howl.

Fighting more than ten times, suddenly saw a big chaos in the distance, Wang Li, Bo Cai, Huang Shao hurriedly looked back, only to see a group of people and horses from behind the moth thief to kill.

The person at the head of the white hair and beard is still cold, dozens of elite soldiers are on the left, hundreds of warriors are on the right, a big flag flutters in the air, and the whole team is just like a flying black dragon, with scales and claws flying, straight into the moth thief array, and the moth thief will be engulfed in an instant.

One of them was seven feet long, burly, with thin eyes and long hair, and a majestic style; Another person is also seven feet tall, with an agar jade nose and willow leaves with curved eyebrows, and a thin body.

"Brother, I'm here!"

A thin angry reprimand suddenly sounded in the team, and a sharp sword like a willow leaf bent eyebrows spun around, bleeding along the way, and the moth thieves scattered, and in a blink of an eye, they were two or three feet away from Wang Li.

Ling'er!

How did Ling'er come to the army?

Wang Li was shocked, but his hands and feet became more intense, the scabbard in his left hand slammed Huang Shao's big knife, then straightened up and jumped on the horse's back, tiptoed on the horse's head, and a long roar was like an eagle falcon hunting, and the Zhongxing sword rolled up a cold light and fell from the sky.

Bocai immediately raised his knife to greet him, but felt a huge force like Mount Tai pressed down, his heart was shocked, his body shook several times in a row on the horse, and before he came back to his senses, he heard a click in his ear, the blade of the long knife in his hand had been broken, and a cold light penetrated through the shoulder blade in the middle, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face was as light as gold.

"Dashuai!" Huang Shao's eyes widened angrily, and he stepped forward with a shout.

But he saw that Bocai's right hand was holding the Zhongxing sword body tightly like a rock, but his left hand had already buckled towards Wang Li, and he shouted with a hideous face: "Brother Huang, don't think about me, the overall situation is important!" ”

But in an instant, Wang Li came out with a sword, broke the knife, and injured people. Although the momentum was amazing, Huang Shao's face showed a deep sadness and a faint joy.

Wang Li dog thief, I see where you are hiding today!

The sword is out, and the momentum is gone.

The Zhongxing sword was still stuck on Bocai's shoulder blades, and the sword body was still in Bocai's big hands.

Bo Cai grinned, his hands suddenly let go and he pounced forward, Zhongxing Sword suddenly entered a few more points, and the blood rushed out like a torrent of breaking the embankment, just like opening a Pixian Douban factory under Yangzhai City, red and purple were all sprayed out, and Bo Cai was dyed into a bloody man in an instant.

However, Bocai's hands had firmly grasped Wang Li and pressed Wang Li on the horse's back.

Huang Shao's eyes burst into tears and he shouted angrily, his hands were supported on horseback, his body jumped, and the long knife flew up and stabbed at Wang Li like lightning.

There are jackals in front and tigers and leopards in the back.

Hmph, I really don't take bean bags as dry food, and the tiger doesn't make a threat, you think it's Hello Katie!

The cold light came in an instant, a trace of fierceness flashed in Wang Li's eyes, and he suddenly let go of his big hand and punched out, just in the middle of Bocai's left wrist, only to hear a click, Bocai's left wrist bone was fractured, and his left hand was gradually released.

Then he grabbed Bocai's wrist and lifted Bocai in front of him with his backhand.

But suddenly he heard a soft reprimand behind his back, "Brother, be careful!" The body suddenly felt like a heavy blow, throwing Bo Cai to the ground, and the Zhongxing sword was pulled out in an instant, and he also flew out diagonally, with a soft piece on his back.

When he turned his head and opened his eyes, he saw Ling'er hugging him tightly, the corners of his mouth were bloody, his eyes were closed, and a flying knife passed through his back, which could be embedded in his waist.

It turned out that Huang Shao was in the rivers and lakes in his early years, and he had learned the skill of flying knives in one hand, and a flying knife was unstoppable in the Yellow Turban Army. The big knife in his hand is just a disguise, but the real killing is implied in the big knife!

Wang Li inadvertently almost said, if it weren't for Ling'er to give up his life, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Ling'er!"

I saw that Ling'er's face was getting whiter and whiter, her breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the blood on her chest was blooming like a flower.

……

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold. The lonely lamp was overwhelmed, and he rolled up his curtains and sighed at the moon. Beauty is like a flower across the clouds!

Letting Wang Li roar, Ling'er remained motionless, only her eyelashes blinked slightly. Shicai's crisp voice was like a world away in the blink of an eye, looking at the beautiful but white and gray face in front of him, Wang Li seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking, and also seemed to hear the sound of flowers withering.

Ling'er's pretty figure has quietly penetrated into the bones, the red maple crosses the mud and Hong for the first time, and the true feelings of the Shilang Mansion are replayed in Wang Li's mind like a movie.

It's a pity that now I can only watch Ling'er lying in front of me, rolling up the curtains and looking at the moon sky and sighing, and the beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

Tremblingly stroking Ling'er's cheek, a tear slipped through his eyelids and smashed to the ground, Wang Li nodded at Zhao Hu and the others, gently wiped the tears, and said word by word: "Take good care of Ling'er for me!" ”

Straightened up, his face was as cold as ice, looking at Huang Shao, who was supporting Bo Cai not far away, and Bo Cai, who was trembling and standing up, and shouted angrily: "Thief, take your life!" ”

As soon as he spoke, he kicked his body and swooped down on Bocai like a peng spreading his wings. The person arrived first, the sword followed, Wang Li swung out a fist with his left hand, and with his right hand taking advantage of the situation, he slashed forward, and a silver light brought up a drop of blood and quietly disappeared.

Poor Bo Cai, the dignified commander of the Yellow Turban Army East Road, a generation of murderous demon kings, at this moment, he watched the silver light roll over his neck like a baby, but he had no power to fight back, so he could only grit his teeth and desperately hold down his throat.

The ups and downs of life came too quickly, and before Bo could feel the joy of killing Wang Li, he had already fallen into the ice cave.

The wind is blowing, and the weather is cold. A hint of crimson flowed from the crack of his hand, and a faint red thread could be seen spreading rapidly from the protrusion of his throat to the sides of his neck, then thickening and enlarged, and suddenly merging into a red stream and gushing out. Bo Cai tried hard to open his eyes, let go of his right hand and pointed at Wang Li, his head drooped down from his neck, and the eight-foot man slammed into the ground with a bang, splashing dust.

"Dashuai!"

Huang Shao shouted, but saw that the Zhongxing sword in Wang Li's hand had turned to him, and a drop of handsome blood fell down the sword body, smashing into the grass and causing a chill.

The sword is cold, and the person is even colder!

The sword is just as cold as ice, but people are as cold as a lonely peak, making Huang Shao seem to be facing a cliff and a thousand mountains, and he can't afford to resist half of it.

Huang Shao couldn't help but shudder, Wang Li didn't have half a point of hatred in his eyes when he looked at him, not even half a point of emotion, he just looked at himself so lightly, like looking at a dead fish.

Cold and dead silence.