Guan Yu has good martial arts, fast horses, and faster knives.

In six formations in a row, he rode out of the battle alone, destroying the opponent's defense line with his own strong force and killing all sides. Although the offensive of the Jizhou army was fierce for a while, and the advantage of Guan Yu's subordinates gradually lost with the consumption of physical energy, until it was re-suppressed by the Jizhou army, Guan Yu was the needle of the sea god. No matter how bad the situation is, as long as he sees Guan Yu coming out, he can always arouse the fighting spirit of his subordinates, and he can always crush his opponent and achieve victory.

But he was wounded, with more than a dozen arrows in his body. The arrow was pulled out by him, and there was nothing to see on the armor except for the hole shot by the arrow, but the battle robe was soaked with blood and stuck to his body, which was very uncomfortable.

His horses were worse than men, and two of his good horses fell in a pool of blood due to too many arrows, and he was left with only one suitable mount. If the horse is also knocked down by the crossbow shot, he will have to walk out next time.

Although his breathing was heavy, and although the knife in his hand was not so flexible, Guan Yu still felt Zhang He's approaching. The moment the sound of the horse's hooves sounded, he knew that danger was approaching. This is a villain who is secretly watching, waiting for him to reveal his flaws. Guan Yu was not surprised by this, he was surprised that this person did not secretly release arrows, but he did not want to challenge him.

Guan Yu didn't know who it was, and even when he heard Zhang He's name, he didn't remember who this person was. He didn't know about Tian Yu, Zhao Yun and Zhang He's martial arts competition in front of the battle, and even if he knew, he wouldn't pay attention to it. In his opinion, this kind of person is not good in character, and he will never be able to get a glimpse of the true meaning of martial arts.

Guan Yu turned the horse's head slightly, facing Zhang He.

It was evening, and the sunset shone from the west and shone on Guan Yu's face, making his heavy jujube face even redder, red like fire, but his eyes were so cold that there was no trace of temperature. Zhang He glanced at it from a distance, and suddenly felt a pang in his heart, unconsciously sank into the dantian, drank again, poured the strength of his whole body into his limbs, clenched the halberd, clamped the horse's belly, and accelerated again.

"Kill!"

This sound was like thunder, exploding in front of Guan Yu, accompanied by the piercing sound of the halberd's breaking wind. The war horse neighed, jumped up in mid-air, stretched its head high, and pressed towards Guan Yu.

Guan Yu is tall and big, no matter whether the opponent is walking or riding, he has enough height advantage and psychological advantage. At this moment, I was also taken aback when I saw Zhang He even jumping up in mid-air with a horse and a horse, half a position taller than him, and descending from the sky with amazing momentum. If he didn't avoid it, even if he could kill Zhang He with one sword, he would inevitably be hit by the war horse.

No matter how strong a person's body is, it is impossible to compare with a war horse. Even the most ordinary war horse weighed more than three times his weight, and Zhang He's mount was a healthy horse, with the speed of the charge, it was enough to make him crash into the air, and even a kick from the horse's hooves could make him seriously injured.

But he can't avoid it, he doesn't have time, and it's not his Guan Yu's character.

Between the lightning and flint, Guan Yu saw Zhang He's weapon. This is not a spear, nor is it an ordinary divination-shaped halberd, but an ancient halberd with broad and bladed side branches. He immediately made a decision, raised the Qinglong Glaive with both hands, and held it horizontally in front of him, his arms stretched out, and pushed outward, while relaxing the legs that clamped the horse's belly.

"Dang!" With a crisp sound, the halberd intersected with the Qinglong Glaive, the halberd blade hung on the hilt, and the halberd bent due to the lateral force. Zhang He's arms shook violently, and he almost lost consciousness.

Guan Yu flew up from the horse, spread his arms, flew backwards like a big bird for more than ten steps, and landed on the ground with a bang. The moment he landed, his legs bent slightly, dissolving the force of the impact, and then his feet kicked the ground, and his combat boots kicked a shallow pit in the ground, and the soles of his boots could not withstand the violent force, making a tearing and crisp sound. With this power, Guan Yu rushed forward, like a tiger descending the mountain, like a goshawk pounced, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife cut out a cold light, slashing towards Zhang Hemian's door.

"Death, rat!"

Seeing Guan Yu using the handle of the knife to connect hard, Zhang He knew that something was wrong, and at this moment, seeing Guan Yu go and return, his momentum was even stronger, and he couldn't help but be horrified. This person is not only majestic, but also has a surging inner battle, which is very comparable. He didn't dare to slack off, and used all his strength to pick up the halberd and smash it.

The halberds intersected again, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife was hit by the halberd and slashed down against Zhang He's left shoulder. With the force of the counter-impact, Zhang He jumped up from the horse, flipped his wrist, the halberd was withdrawn, and the sharp halberd was cut towards Guan Yu's neck.

Hook Kill! This is the original technique of the halberd, and now no one uses it, and the general divination-shaped iron halberd has no such effect at all, but it is the nirvana of the halberd in Zhang He's hand.

Guan Yu slashed into the air with a knife, and he was remorseful. If it weren't for the exhaustion of the long-term battle, Zhang He's subconscious counterattack alone would not have been able to knock his Blue Dragon Glaive Knife apart. The lack of strength allowed Zhang He to escape. He wanted to swing the knife and slash horizontally, and make up for it again, cutting Zhang He in two, but suddenly saw a cold flash in front of him, and suddenly the cold hair stood upside down, and he didn't have time to think about it, his body leaned back, almost upside down, and his back was attached to his heels.

The halberd swept past Guan Yu's nose, and in an instant, Guan Yu saw his blood-red face from the snowy halberd blade.

A few strands of beard were cut off, fluttering in the wind, and slowly falling.

Guan Yu stretched out his hand and caught the two broken whiskers, blood gushed upward, and his eyes were red. The beard is his pride, he has always cherished it, and he specially made a bag for this, but he didn't expect to be cut off by Zhang He's halberd today.

"Rat dare!" Guan Yu shouted violently, stepped forward, and waved the Qinglong Yanyue Knife to his arm.

Zhang He flew up from the horse, just landed, and before he could stand up, he heard the loud shouting behind him, and subconsciously turned around and raised his halberd, fighting with Guan Yu. The swords and halberds intersected, making a piercing crisp sound, and in just two breaths, Guan Yu slashed seven times in a row like a storm. Zhang He gritted his teeth, parried desperately, and took a step back every time he made a move, so as to dissipate Guan Yu's strength. Even so, after seven moves, his arms were still sore, and he couldn't even hold the halberd, and hung down softly.

"What a lot of strength, what a crazy knife technique." Zhang He gasped, spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, and laughed miserably: "It's my honor to be able to fight with my feet." ”

"Good martial arts, killing you is not an insult to my treasure sword!" Guan Yu was also a little overwhelmed, seized the time to breathe, and stared at Zhang He viciously. Zhang He was surprised that he was able to take seven moves from him and his martial arts were good. "I didn't expect Yuan Shao to have a master like you, but it's a pity that you are dead today."

Zhang He smiled, smiling miserably, but very confident. "Really? General Guan, watch behind you. ”

Guan Yu was stunned for a moment, and then heard the rumbling sound of horses' hooves behind him. He turned his head to see that hundreds of halberders with glittering halberds in their hands galloped wildly, rolled up a torrent, and killed him. Zhou Cang and the others stepped forward to intercept them, but they were like rotten wood, easily knocked down by the war horse, and several personal guards and shields were knocked up.

Guan Yu secretly complained. Although his newly practiced personal guard songs are good, they are still too tender compared to Zhang He's halberds, and they have too little combat experience and are vulnerable.