Guan Yu's mount, the Black Dragon Pony, was seriously injured, and at this time he rode Na Wenhan's mount to step on the clouds. Treading clouds and black horses are arrogant by nature, except for Wen Han, they will not let others ride. However, Tayun Wuqi is very spiritual, and knows the relationship between Wen Han and Guan Yu as brothers, and Guan Yu is a peerless general, so he is willing to let him ride it.

Guan Yu flapped the cloud-stepping black horse, turned into an extremely fast black hurricane, and led the black wind behind him to ride towards the thief army in a chaotic array and rushed wildly. At this time, the thief army was in chaos, although the number of Black Wind Riders led by Guan Yu was small, but after two hours of rest, coupled with the fighting spirit of the Black Wind Cavalry, its combat strength had recovered fifty percent, killing these Yellow Turban Army with panic and low morale, as easy as chopping vegetables, rolling up one piece after another of blood rain in the tide of enemy soldiers!

Dada!

Guan Yu took the lead, the knife was as fast as lightning, rushing fast and fierce, and under his charge, a spacious blood path was displayed. Such a brave and invincible general, who dares to touch its might. Those Yellow Turban thieves didn't dare to stop it at all, but instead rushed to stay away from Guan Yu.

And with the power of Guan Yu, the Black Wind Cavalry killed the enemy very smoothly, almost without any counterattack, wantonly slaughtering the lives of thieves in the field.

"Yes! Be! Be! It's the red-faced ghost god who killed the general today! Run! ”

Under the blood light, Guan Yu's red face became even redder, and many of the thieves who recognized Guan Yu's identity became even more frightened, and hurriedly increased the speed of their feet and jumped up desperately.

Originally, the chaos of the thief army became even more chaotic because of Guan Yu's arrival.

"It's Guan Yunchang!!"

Guan Hai, who was at the back of the field, heard the word red face from a distance, and knew who it was. Thinking of the scene when Guan Yu took Zhang Liang's life in the crowd of people everywhere today, even Guan Hai, a nine-foot man, felt afraid. However, he can't escape at this time, otherwise, even his soldiers will be in chaos, and tonight he can bring back Guangzong's soldiers, plus Liu Pi's military horses, I am afraid that there are less than 5,000 people.

This is undoubtedly another fatal loss for the Celestial Army, which has now been badly attacked.

"The red-faced man Hugh is wild! Look at how I take your dog's life and avenge the general! ”

There is only one way to turn things around. That is to defeat Guan Yu, shake the morale of the army, and regain morale. When the Yellow Turban deserters in the field saw that Guan Yu was defeated, they could regain their confidence and gather back.

This is the role of the general, the manifestation of the military spirit!

It's just Guan Yunchang, is it an opponent that he Guan Hai can defeat?

"I can't help myself!"

Guan Yu coldly spat out the four words, stepping on the clouds and knowing Guan Yu's fighting intentions, he hissed, like a mountain running, raising his front hooves and falling again, running like a shadowless thunderbolt. Guan Yu danced the big knife, and the surrounding space seemed to be cut by the blade, buzzing. Before the man arrived, the momentum was terrifying.

Guan Hai sat down on the horse, which was a rare spirit horse, and when he heard the neighing of the clouds, he knew that the person riding it must be an extraordinary person. He suddenly stopped his hooves, and refused to go any further, no matter how much he was whipped.

Snort ~ pounce!

Guan Yu rushed all the way, wielding the Qinglong Glaive and killing many thieves, and he came to Guan Hai quickly. The closer Guan Hai got to Guan Yu, the more he could feel the pressure on Guan Yu's body. In fact, among martial artists at a certain level, as long as you look at the opponent's potential, you can know the gap between yourself and the other party.

Guan Hai's martial arts are not bad, so he knows that he is not at the same level as Guan Yu, if he fights him, it doesn't take twenty rounds, no, it should be ten rounds, and he will be cut down by him!

"Come on!"

Just when Guan Hai was intimidated by Guan Yu's momentum, Guan Yu rode on the cloud and black horse, and between the lightning and flint, he had raised his knife and slashed in front of Guan Hai. The cold and sharp blade pulled Guan Hai back to reality in an instant, and Guan Hai hurriedly raised his knife to block it.

Bang, under the collision of knives and knives, the flames splashed!

"This red-faced man still has so much strength, he really is a ghost!"

Guan Hai's hands were in sharp pain, and the moment he collided with Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue Knife just now, he could barely hold his weapon. Originally, Guan Hai thought that Guan Yu had experienced a tragic battle this morning, and now he must have collapsed, and his strength has been greatly reduced. I didn't expect it, but it was amazing!

Guan Hai's entire face was twisted together by the pain in his hands, and one of his hands seemed to have been interrupted, completely unconscious. Guan Yu was unforgiving, the muscles of his right arm swelled like a dragon, and his force suddenly exploded, slashing half of Guan Hai's body with a knife. Facing the ghostly Guan Yu, Guan Hai dared to hesitate for half a minute, even if these hands were painful and numb, he had to force out his strength and consciousness, and raised his knife to block it.

Bang!

The knife seemed to have a thousand powers, and the bones of Guan Hai's arms made a violent sound at the same time, and his bones cracked in response to the sound. Guan Hai was swept out like an off-line kite. Guan Hai's body hit dozens of yellow turban thieves before he stopped castration, Guan Hai's chest was hot, he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, the vision in his eyes was blurred, and he was about to lose his mind.

Guan Hai only knew at this time that he had overestimated his strength, don't say ten rounds, he couldn't hold on to two rounds!

"General Guan, stay in Qingshan and don't be afraid of no firewood! Run away, we'll buy you time! ”

At this time, five or six Yellow Turban thieves who had been watching the battle ran over with eager faces, and Guan Hai raised his eyes to see that these five or six people were his fellow villagers, and they were his henchmen who joined the Yellow Turban Sect with him.

"No! This red-faced man is fierce and invincible, I am not his enemy, you and others fight with him just to send him to death! ”

"General Guan, don't want a child's attitude! Although we are just ordinary people and don't understand those big truths, we know that what General Tiangong does is for the hard-working people of the world!

We don't have much power, and we can't help Tiangong much, but General Guan is different, you are a powerful person! General Tiangong needs you for his great cause! ”

Guan Hai's heart trembled, and he was about to speak, but before he could say anything, he was dragged away by two henchmen. The rest of the people rushed towards Guan Yu, who was galloping on his horse. While being dragged away, Guan Hai looked at the backs of these people who suddenly became wide, his mouth opened and closed, and finally he didn't say a word, with deep sadness, suppressed the pain in his body, turned his head and ran away.

Perhaps it was the words just now, and their heroic will, that aroused the fighting spirit of many Yellow Turban deserters in the field. Guan Yu had just finished killing these thieves who rushed to block him, but he saw that there was an encirclement of dozens of people around him at some point, and slowly converged towards him.

Guan Yu waved the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and the blade was cold and cold. Although Guan Yu respects the behavior of these thieves who voluntarily sacrificed for their generals to survive, they are thieves after all. Fulfilling their heroism is Guan Yu's highest respect for them!

"Come on! Let Guan see how much time you can buy for your generals?! ”

The shadow of the famous tree, after Guan Yu killed Zhang Liang, his name has become a nightmare existence in the Yellow Turban Thief Army. But at this time, these thieves, in order to buy Guan Hai time to escape, are forced to suppress and fear, as opposed to the living nightmare, and their feelings and ambitions are also worthy of respect.

"Ahh Kill Na!! ”

Although they are weak, they also understand the principle of striking first to be strong. The thieves in the encirclement attacked at the same time, raising their spears and broadswords to encircle and kill Guan Yu. Guan Yu Danfeng's eyes flashed with cold light, and he wielded and swept with the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand, dancing out pieces of blades, and suddenly the blood flowers bloomed in the field, and the bodies of these thieves seemed to have been devoured by a grinder, turning into pieces of broken limbs and flesh!!

This was a heroic and bloody half an hour, dozens of thieves died one after another under Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife, until the Black Wind Rider just happened to kill, originally wanted to come over and sweep the battle for Guan Yu, but when they arrived, the battle in the field was over.

Under the blade of the Green Dragon Glaive, blood was dripping, and there was an extremely terrifying pool of blood on the ground.

"Continue to kill with me."

Guan Yu said very calmly, and the thieves who were on the run everywhere saw Guan Yu seeing this scene, they were even more frightened, and they rushed away even faster. Guan Yu led the Black Wind Rider in the field and continued to kill, as if turning into an unstoppable huge spear blade, killing from the head of the formation to the end of the formation, and from the end of the formation to the head of the formation, in all directions in and out of the crowd of thieves fleeing.

This night became a bloody night again.

And Guan Yu and this Black Wind Rider of less than a thousand people turned into ghosts and gods, and the blood light continued to spread.

The bloodshed lasted for a whole hour, and the killing finally stopped as some of the thieves escaped, some of the thieves died, and some of the thieves surrendered on their knees.

Wen Han led the 2,000 soldiers who were originally ambushed in the dense forest, went out of the dense forest, gathered the Yellow Turban captives in the field, and just after they were rectified. Guan Yu led the Black Wind Rider and just happened to rush back.

Wen Han looked at Guan Yu, who was covered in blood, nodded, and said that he had worked hard.

Seeing Wen Han, the coldness in Guan Yu's eyes faded slightly, and the murderous aura and blood light on his body seemed to dissipate all at once.

"After two battles this morning and tonight, the thief army suffered heavy casualties. The battle here in Guangzong, if there is no accident, will determine the final victory and defeat. I don't know what means the thief has hidden in the end. The third brother, don't be too relaxed, the second brother is here to listen to orders at any time. ”

"Well, thank you for the reminder. In the follow-up war, we will have to rely on the courage of the second brother. ”

"That's nature."

Guan Yu and Wen Han looked at each other and smiled, although they had gone through two battles on this day, both of them were exhausted and physically and mentally exhausted, but fortunately, they were accompanied by their brothers. It gives the soul an inexplicable sense of stability.

This is the power of brothers.