Han Xian didn't expect that Zhang Feng would put him in a desperate situation, and he didn't expect this one-armed man to dare to fight alone with him.

Looking at his dismounting, it was very brisk. But this man's blade...... A dagger chained, such a weapon was more like that used by assassins, and it had no advantage over his own spear at all.

But such an advantage is of little use to Han Xian.

Han Xian knew that even if he could win, Yan Yun Eighteen would not let him go.

What made him feel the most chilling was that the subordinates around him who had followed him for many years would be instigated by this thief with a few words.

Actually, it's just that Han Xian can't figure it out.

Most of the members of Yefeng are from ordinary people, and for them, the stupidity of the court and the turbidity of the world are great evils.

Under such a premise, the righteousness of Yefeng is like the belief of salvation.

Although the Hanzhong General Hall collapsed under special circumstances, their hearts were imprinted with the original intention of "thinking only of the common people".

However, Yang Feng and Han Xian began to return to the east from the Han Emperor, and their actions gradually deviated from Yefeng's morality.

However, the members of Nightfeng are very affectionate, and after following them for many years, they have all tried to believe that their division is only a temporary expediency, and they have not forgotten their hearts.

But as time passed, this trust gradually wore out.

Aiding Yuan Shu in the first battle made most of these people's hearts cold.

Not to mention how many deaths and injuries of his companions were, this battle should not have been fought at all.

Following the orders of a person who stole Xuzhou to aid a rebellious disobedient person against the orthodox emperor of the Han Dynasty was not Ye Feng's intention at all.

Today's words are just an introduction to wake up this long-pent-up emotion.

Although Han Xian was resentful in his heart, it was difficult to refute it, so he had to hold back his anger and prepare to kill this ruthless person to vent.

Maybe his victory will make his subordinates change their minds.

The idea is right, but unfortunately, the person opposite is Zhang Feng.

When it comes to incitement, Han Xian really has no talent.

Zhang Feng's chain blade suddenly fell to the ground, and then, he slowly clasped his right hand to his heart, looked around at Han Xian's subordinates and said:

"The blade of the long sword has been damaged, and it can still be punished. The reputation of the history is defeated, and the blood is loyal. ”

Han Xian thought that Zhang Feng was responding to his identity, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

The subordinates beside him with stern faces became a little excited after hearing this Yefeng's righteousness.

Heart-to-heart!

Han Xianam's anger was intensified again.

He was no longer ready to let Zhang Feng continue to perform, and with a shake of the spear in his hand, an arrow step approached, which was an accurate straight stab.

The target is naturally Zhang Feng's throat.

Han Xian didn't use all his strength for this shot, because he was also worried that Zhang Feng would avoid it and close the distance.

Sure enough, Zhang Feng's short body flashed as he expected.

Han Xian was secretly happy in his heart, it turned out that this person was nothing more than that.

His right hand immediately slid towards the end of the spear and thrust it violently.

In this way, the left hand is the axis, and the spear blade is cut off at Zhang Feng's back.

At the same time, Han Xian had already poured strength into his legs, ready to jump up and then press down with his own weight, pinning Zhang Feng to the ground.

His wishful thinking was shattered in the next moment, because Zhang Feng's face with a sneer appeared in front of him.

"Ahh Han Xian was shocked into a cold sweat and couldn't help but scream.

He was wrong, and he was wrong in underestimating Zhang Feng's speed.

As the leader in Beitang's swiftness, Zhang Feng, even if he loses an arm, he is still as fast as an arrow.

Han Xian instinctively withdrew his left hand to prepare for protection, but Zhang Feng didn't give him this chance.

With his right foot in his heart and his left foot kicking violently, Zhang Feng's body instantly went around from Han Xian's front to the side.

And the only remaining arm, carrying a dagger with a chain blade, drew a semicircle and pierced Han Xian's back.

And the location of the wound is another expression of Zhang Feng's ruthlessness - just on the right.

In other words, Han Xian will not die as quickly as he is stabbed in the heart, but will be tortured for a period of time.

What's more...... He couldn't make a sound.

But this time, Zhang Feng didn't seem to intend to play tricks on Han Xian, and the dagger was drawn after a slight spin.

Han Xian's back was like a spring of blood, and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Feng turned around uncharacteristically and knelt down on one knee at Han Xian on the ground.

"How nice it would be if Kaede and Han didn't know each other here."

This is just for those who are confused on the other side.

In fact, in the entire duel, these people were used by Zhang Feng.

instigated them to watch coldly, which made Han Xian panic, and then showed the enemy weakness, making him careless.

Zhang Feng made up for the disadvantage of one-armed with the technique of attacking the heart, otherwise, he really wouldn't be sure to defeat Han Xian.

But even if you win, there is actually an element of luck.

Fortunately, Zhang Feng spun around and stabbed accurately.

And what he did at this time was just to ensure that he could fulfill his promise to Zhang Fei.

Clearly, it worked.

Those Han Xian's subordinates who were next to them couldn't help but feel a little more good when they saw Zhang Feng like this.

So, without waiting for Zhang Feng to speak, they spoke first: "I am willing to follow Mr. Zhang, please take him in!" ”

Zhang Feng looked at them, then at Han Xian's corpse on the ground, and nodded unbearably.

After that, they were called to bury him.

Everyone was moved by his righteous act, but Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen clearly saw that the moment Zhang Feng turned around, a cold and sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.