Luan Yi opened and closed widely, killing all directions, and even the spear in his hand was smashed into two pieces, with a spear blade in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, and continued to fight wildly, and the chariot generally rushed to the vicinity of the Zhen family.

He swung the stick in his hand, broke open the skull of a thief, and stabbed another person in the back, stabbing him in the throat. Blood spurted wildly, and it rained. He shouted, "Young Master Zhen, don't worry! Luan Yi is here, no one has hurt your life. If the thieves arrive, call me within five steps! After speaking, he reaped his life like a tiger that rushed into the flock, and the killing was really cool, but he heard Zhen Yu shouting anxiously, "Sect Master, five steps!" ”

Luan Yi glanced back at the situation, and then slowly ran back, and said, "Three steps are to call me." With that, one rolled on the spot, dodging the five spears that stabbed at the same time. Then the lazy donkey rolled and rose to the ground, pressing its heavy body against the shaft of the spear that had been pierced into the ground, and the wooden stick swept out, knocking the five yellow turban thieves to the ground.

"Sect Master, three steps!"

This time, Luan Yi did not respond again, one left and one right, and threw the wooden stick spear in his hand at the same time. The wooden barrel of the gun actually pierced through the cowhide armor and stabbed the yellow turban thief who intended to attack the Zhen family to the ground. The end of the spear was also extremely accurate, with the front chest in and the back chest out, knocking another yellow turban thief out and nailing it to the body of the big tree not far away.

Luan Yi kept moving, picked up his toes, picked up the five spears that fell on the ground with his hand, spun around his waist for a circle, and after repelling the besieged yellow turban thieves, he threw them one at a time and five times, killing five yellow turban thieves in a row, temporarily relieving the danger of the Zhen family. In this regard, the young master of the Zhen family couldn't help but exclaim, "Sect leader is brave!" ”

Luan Yi raised his lips and smiled, added blood from the corners of his mouth, and re-entered the enemy formation. He raised the gun and slaughtered a person, and a spear was made like a sledgehammer by him, and there was a bloody rain and bloody wind everywhere he passed. The process of killing the Yellow Turban thieves was so simple that he even thought that he could kill more than 100 Yellow Turban thieves and Zhu Ying by himself.

Just as he was becoming more and more courageous, there was a sudden crisp sound in his ears. He secretly screamed that it was not good, and hurriedly dodged sideways, but this arrow was really tricky.

Although he subconsciously made the most correct reaction in the shortest time, the calf of his right leg was still shot in pair, blood gushed out, Luan Yi couldn't bear the pain, and knelt on one knee.

"Sect Master......" Young Master Zhen glared viciously into the distance, holding a longbow in his hand, and scolded sharply, "Zhu Ying is a dog thief, what kind of ability is it to hurt people with secret arrows!" ”

"On the battlefield, the winner is king, how can there be any hidden arrows that are not hidden arrows!" Zhu Ying didn't bother to pay attention to Young Master Zhen anymore, and yelled at his subordinates who made Luan Yi frightened: "Luan Yi is seriously injured, so don't kill him quickly." ”

The Yellow Turban thieves shouted in unison, and in their eyes full of timidity, a fierce light like a hungry wolf flashed in an instant, "......"

"Wait......" Zhu Ying suddenly changed her mind, "Don't worry about Luan Yi, kill them first!" He showed a little evil smile and pointed his finger at Young Master Zhen and the others.

"......"

"Despicable!" Luan Yi was furious, grinning in pain at the same time. He endured the pain, supported his body with a spear as a crutch with one hand, and held another spear with the other, and continued to fight, rushing to Young Master Zhen and the others with all his might, leaning back against several guards to meet the vicious thieves.

It's just that at this time, Luan Yi's movement is restricted, and at the same time, he must always be on guard against the yellow turban thief shooting cold arrows again, and the fight is no longer as smooth as just now. Fortunately, fortunately, the Yellow Turban thieves lacked bows and arrows, and it seemed that only Zhu Ying was equipped with a longbow. This allowed Luan Yi not to be sifted by the range of ten thousand arrows. But even so, he was wounded one after another, and although the armor did not touch the vital point under the protection, it also accelerated the speed of his blood spillage.

He looked into the depths of the night, only to find that the red torches were still far away from him. "Zilong can't come back yet." He suddenly felt anxious. "It can't go on like this!"

He began to slowly retreat towards the river with the Zhen family. Halfway through, Zhu Ying saw his intentions and sent more people to intercept him, and the road ahead became more and more difficult. Another guard of the Zhen family was inadvertently hit by a cold arrow shot by Zhu Ying when he was parrying the spear that came from the stabbing spear. The arrow pierced through the body and pierced Zhen Yu's shoulder, causing Zhen Yu to scream in pain.

Luan Yi desperately helped everyone parry, and finally came to the river, but everyone was injured and almost had no strength to fight, Young Master Zhen was safe and sound, but he was a soldier who had no power to tie the chicken, and he couldn't fight at all.

Luan Yi had no choice but to resist alone, but after all, he was seriously injured and his ability was limited, and there was a moment when he couldn't care about it, and while stabbing his blade, he saw a spear stabbing at his chest.

At this time, he was full of strength, and he didn't have time to let go of his defense.

At this critical juncture of life and death. I only heard an angry scream: "Hugh hurt the life of the sect master!" A guard of the Zhen family rushed to Luan Yi regardless of life and death, and used his mortal body to block this shot for Luan Yi.

Luan Yi's face was covered with blood, hot and sweet, different from the blood stains that were splashed on his face before, this time the blood was his own person, and it was splashed for himself. Luan Yi's heart seemed to have been poked violently, painful, hysterical colic. "No...... Dare to kill my brother, look for death! ”

Luan Yi, who was seriously injured, didn't know where the strength came from, so he abandoned the "crutch", grabbed the yellow turban thief, and slammed the left and right like a rock, smashing more than a dozen oncoming yellow turban thieves with blood all over their heads, and breaking their hands and bones.

"Open it for me!" Luan Yi gritted his teeth again, exerted his strength with both hands, only to hear the stabbing sound, and tore the yellow turban thief in his hand in half hard, and his heart, stomach, and intestines flowed all over the ground, which was indescribably disgusting. Young Master Zhen couldn't help but vomit.

But this scene was extremely horrifying in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Thief. tearing people with bare hands, how much strength this has, coupled with Luan Yi's bloody fierce appearance, not to mention how scary it looks.

Dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers held spears and no longer dared to become the next revenant in Luan Yi's hands, and retreated back tremblingly.

"What are you afraid of! He's already at the end of his crossbow, so let's kill him quickly! Zhu Ying was furious and shouted to supervise the battle.

At this moment, I only heard the rumbling of horses' hooves in the distance, shouts of killing, and the neighing of horses pierced my ears. "What? Why did the cult's men come back so soon? Zhu Ying was shocked.

Just now, from Zhu Ying stabbing the first sword to Luan Yi to the present, Luan Yi has clashed back and forth and killed more than 30 people, which seems to have taken a lot of time, but in fact, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and it doesn't take much time at all, at most it's only half a pillar of incense. According to Zhu Ying's prerequisite, Zhao Yun needed to retreat two miles with two hundred knights.

Two miles, half a pillar of incense is not enough time to go back and forth. "How is that possible!"

Zhu Ying didn't know that Zhao Yun didn't quit the two miles as he said. Just slowly retreated, and seeing that he disappeared into Zhu Ying's field of vision, he divided the two hundred cavalry into two, one hundred of which held the torches of the other hundred cavalry, and one of them retreated into the distance with two torches, giving Zhu Ying's brigade the illusion that all the men and horses had retreated. The other hundred cavalry quietly hid in the dense forest under the leadership of Zhao Yun, and sent scouts to investigate the situation of the sect leader, and rushed to support as soon as there was a change.

Zhao Yun's trick of hiding from the sky and crossing the sea was not exquisite, and he couldn't imagine that Luan Yi, who had already been put to death, could come back to life.

The Templars rushed at great speed, flying into the Yellow Turbans. This group of Yellow Turban soldiers, although they are all well-trained Yellow Turban wrestlers in the Yellow Turban Army, cannot withstand a round of impact from the light armored cavalry.

The First World War was defeated.

Luan Yi was overjoyed, and ordered Zhao Yun in the distance: "Don't kill Zhu Ying, stay alive!" ”

"......"

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly, Zhu Ying was in a hurry. Raise the bow, put the arrow on the string, and aim at Luan Yi. But Luan Yi had an insight into his movements first, and his whole body was airtight, without any flaws, and he didn't give him a chance to shoot at all.

Zhu Ying aimed again and again, helplessly, but the battle situation became more and more unfavorable to him, and it would not take long for his group of soldiers to be wiped out. At that time, he can only be captured. He didn't expect Luan Yi to play any leniency after he caught himself.

Desperate, he paused, suddenly realized, and slightly deflected the direction of the bow, aiming at Young Master Zhen who was not far from Luan Yi. "Even if you die, you have to pull a cushion. ......"

Looking at the flying arrows that shot at him, Luan Yi knew that it was too late to remind Young Master Zhen at this time. In a hurry, he flew up and knocked Young Master Zhen down, narrowly avoiding the arrows shot by Zhu Ying. However, the arrow was dodged, and both of them fell into the river.

The big river that the Eastern Han people said was actually the mother river that we often mentioned in later generations - the Yellow River. At this time, the upper reaches of the Yellow River were full of green trees and grasslands, and the soil erosion was not as serious as in later generations, and the river water was not as full of sediment as in later generations, but was crystal clear.

The water quality is clear, and the undercurrent at the bottom of the river is naturally much less. However, although there are few undercurrents, due to the abundant rain in ancient times, the flow of the river is far greater than that of later generations.

Yes, after falling into the water, Luan Yi and Young Master Zhen were instantly flooded by the river and rushed into the distance. Luan Yi was wearing heavy armor and fell straight to the bottom of the river. Fortunately, Luan Yi was born in a scientific class in his previous life, and he was quite water-oriented, and he lost his armor under the water. However, due to the increase in restraint due to the soaking of the clothes, it was difficult to surface, so he had to tear his clothes three times and divide them by two, and he was naked, and he paddled desperately. finally poked his head out of the river and looked around for the traces of the young master of the Zhen family.

After glancing around, there was finally something to gain, that Young Master Zhen was struggling desperately five or six steps away, and at this time he was already in the water, and only two arms were left fluttering on the rough river.

Luan Yi hurriedly took advantage of the water to swim over, and lifted Young Master Zhen out of the water.

That Young Master Zhen suddenly seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, wrapped his hands and feet around Luan Yi's body, kept coughing, and gasped for breath.

Young Master Zhen thought he was saved, but Luan Yi was stricken, he was entangled by Young Master Zhen, his feet couldn't use his strength, he couldn't tread water, and he sank to the bottom of the water with Young Master Zhen.

He shouted anxiously, "Let go." Loosen the dot ...... Not...... If you continue like this, you will drown...... Fast...... Not...... Pine...... Not...... Open, foot, loose! ”

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