The two ignored Zhang Wei's shouts, and just sacrificed their lives to attack Zhang Wei. With a whoosh, a feathered arrow came in from outside the tent, inserted it into the table, and shook itself, followed by two, three, and feathered arrows from outside the tent like a torrential rain.

The remaining two of the three heroes of the Ling family, if they didn't hear the rain of arrows, still pestered Zhang Wei desperately, Zhang Wei was one enemy and two, and he had no time to dodge the arrows, and just blocked the double swords, only to see a feather arrow with the sound of breaking the air, piercing Zhang Wei's left shoulder. Zhang Wei was distracted, two swords stabbed again, Zhang Wei swung his sword and blocked again, but accidentally pulled the wound too hard, and Zhang Wei took two steps back in pain. Seeing Zhang Wei's flaws, the Ling family attacked from top to bottom. Zhang Wei's left hand was injured, and it was difficult to exert his strength, so he only had his right hand left to block the two, and he couldn't help but secretly complain.

Zhang Wei swung his sword to swing the offensive on the lower road, and the upper road was only a few feet away from the front, Zhang Wei hurriedly leaned back, secretly afraid that he was going to hang the color. Who knew that the sword was actually pierced, and the force was discharged, and the owner of the sword fell to the ground softly, with three feather arrows stuck in his back. Zhang Wei hurriedly dodged and raised a table to the top of his head to block the rain of arrows, and the three heroes of the Ling family were left alone, wanting to learn from Zhang Wei to block arrows, but they didn't want to be shot dead in front of the table, and their eyes were wide open.

Zhang Wei secretly called it a fluke, endured the pain and fell to the ground, learning the way of the movie, and set up the table into a small fortress to resist the attack of the feather arrows. This trick really worked, and the raindrops of feather arrows were all inserted on the table, as if Zhang Wei was a hedgehog. The rain of arrows lasted for about a long time, and the tent was shot like honeycomb coal, and some places were shot to pieces, and when the wind blew, it revealed the dense soldiers outside, holding spears around the camp.

The strange voice of the city guard came from outside: "Haha, Yellow Turban Thief, the county order has long expected you to come back, and has been waiting for you here for a long time, hey, are you still alive, haha!" ”

Zhang Weiao broke the feather arrow on his left shoulder, and said loudly: "I'm still alive, I don't know how long you can live." Without waiting for the other party's reaction, he rose into the air and broke a big hole in the roof of the tent and landed outside the tent. I saw that the layers of pikemen outside were waiting for each other, and there was a circle of three-story high platforms behind them, which were full of archers, and the city guard and Liu Ting were sitting in the shade of the high platform, looking at Zhang Wei for a long time, like looking at the crickets in the jar.

The city guard said: "Pikemen, attack!" The first row of pikemen gathered around neatly, Zhang Wei didn't dare to slack off, and pulled out the gentleman's sword, a blue fighting spirit wrapped around the whole body, and there was a trace of disdain on his resolute face. The spearmen came closer and closer, until they became a small circle of men, with a radius of exactly the length of the spear, and began to stab.

Zhang Wei held the Junzi Sword far shorter than the attack distance of the spear, and he meditated on the Qiankun swordsmanship in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to attack, and only when the spear attacked, he dodged left and right according to the move. Although Zhang Wei's swordsmanship is not proficient, but the besieging him is just an ordinary soldier, no matter the moves, strength or speed are difficult to look at Zhang Wei's back, it is actually a living stake for Zhang Wei to practice swords.

But in the eyes of the city guard and Liu Ting, it was everyone who beat Zhang Wei alone, only to see him dodging left and right, but he had no power to fight back, he couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing, and drank tea from time to time. At this time, the son of the castle guard walked up to the high platform, and behind him was the girl who sold herself in front of the restaurant and her brother. The former walked up to the castle guard's ear and whispered a few times, and the castle keeper smiled and said, "Wonderful, wonderful, stop!" The second half of the sentence was said to the flag commander, the repeated attacks of the spearmen did not hurt Zhang Wei for half a point, and he was already timid in his heart, and after hearing the order of the city guard, he hurriedly flashed to the side, staring at Zhang Wei cautiously.

The son of the city guard was on the high platform, and laughed: "You yellow turban thief, you actually dare to rob a woman with the master, but the master still played with her, haha, haha, this time you can't even save yourself, I don't know if you can save her!" After speaking, he pushed the girl to the edge of the high platform, touched her hand on the girl's body randomly, and said, "See, you can do whatever you want, what can you do to me?" After saying that, she tripped with her foot, and the girl fell straight down with her head down, and heard a click, as if her neck was broken, and Xiang Xiaoyu died. When the little boy saw that his sister was dead, he cried for his life, and wanted to run over, but his strength was too small, and he was dragged by the big man next to him, staggered, and fell to the ground, crying heartbreakingly. The castle guard and the others laughed, as if they had seen something so funny.

Suddenly, I saw Zhang Wei, who was surrounded by heavy soldiers, the blue light skyrocketed, and with a bang, a puff of smoke and dust was raised, and the soldiers in the front row were staggered by the air current. I saw Zhang Wei standing in the middle angrily, the blue fighting spirit gradually turned into blood red, and an unprecedented murderous aura enveloped the entire military camp.

Liu Ting stood on the high platform, made contact with Zhang Wei's cold eyes, only to feel chills all over his body, hurriedly shifted his gaze to other places, and asked the city guard in a trembling voice: "He looks like this, we have no problem, right!" ”

The city guard was also taken aback by this incident, wiped his cold sweat, and said, "We have a thousand people here, and I will let them break him into ten thousand pieces!" Liu Ting sat back in his position and reached out to take the teacup, but found that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold it.

The city guard signaled to the heralds: Strangle with all your might!

Hearing a burst of rapid drums, the pikemen rushed over like sea water, and Zhang Wei's eyes stared straight at the high platform, unaware that the soldiers had been killed in front of him. Liu Ting thought that Zhang Wei was stupid by this situation, and his hanging heart relaxed a little, and said to himself: "Is that chilling feeling just now an illusion?" The city guards clenched their fists tightly, staring at the battlefield, only expecting the scene of Zhang Wei being stabbed to death indiscriminately.

At the moment when the spear was about to touch Zhang Wei's clothes, the latter suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared under the high platform, maintaining a sword-splitting posture. Then a wave of blood burst out from the bodies of the soldiers all the way behind him, and before he could even scream, dozens of people were cut open.

The archers on the high platform shot arrows downward, and Zhang Wei scurried a few battles away to the left, and the feather arrows fell into the air. I saw Zhang Wei jumping left and right, setting off a wave of blood in the army, cutting down every person, and the corpses and stumps of the soldiers were shot into the air by the red fighting spirit like fallen leaves in the wind, and then fell heavily on the road behind Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei slashed horizontally and vertically like Shura in the world, but he was constantly killing people, and only in this way could he vent the anger in his chest. The surrounding archers had never seen such a killing, and they were so frightened that they couldn't care about the military order, so they threw down their weapons one after another, jumped off the high platform and fled for their lives. When the pikemen saw that the banner officers had fled, they still had the heart to fight, so they also dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

With only a stick of incense, a thousand-strong army, most of the dead and wounded, and the rest ran away without even a shadow, and it is estimated that those who are alive will not dare to be a soldier again in this life.

The entire barracks was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the air was filled with gushing blood. Only Zhang Wei from the stage and the three city guards on the stage were left in the field. The castle guard was so frightened that his face was like paper, and his son was so frightened that his crotch was wet, and his legs fell on the high platform, and he couldn't stand up anyway. The girl's younger brother was also stunned by this scene, so frightened that he forgot to cry, crawled on the ground, and looked at Zhang Wei, who was like a god, deeply engraved on his young heart.

Zhang Wei turned to look at the high platform, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if what he saw was not a living person, but several dead corpses. Zhang Wei held the gentleman's sword that exuded blood in his right hand, gently dragged the tip of the sword to the ground, making a swishing sound, and let the sword touch sparks on the ground, and he walked slowly to the high platform step by step.

Liu Ting looked at Zhang Wei as if facing the god of death who was in charge of life and death, and he realized at this time how merciful Zhang Wei was to his soldiers, death was not terrible, what was terrible was the process of facing death. Zhang Wei deliberately slowed down the process of their death, and although it was only a few seconds, it seemed to them as long as a year had passed—a long period of fear and pain.

Zhang Wei jumped lightly, jumped on the high platform, and walked step by step towards the son of the city guard. The castle guard drew his sword, and before he could get close, the gentleman's sword had already passed through his body. Zhang Wei slowly withdrew the gentleman's sword, let the blood on the sword's body flow to the ground, dragged out a blood mark, and turned to the front of his son. Zhang Wei threw it hard, and saw a person who looked like a boy flying into the sky, and then quietly burst into small pieces and scattered all over the ground. As the pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, Zhang Wei's blood-red fighting spirit gradually weakened, and finally, along with the Junzi Sword, lost its color.

Zhang Wei said to Liu Ting, who was shaking: "Leave your life to bring a message to Kuai Shao, if he wants to plot against Yun'er or Qin'er again..."Zhang Wei pointed to the minced meat on the ground and said: "This is his fate, as long as he dares to touch their fingers again, no matter the ends of the world, I will find him, do you understand?" The latter nodded hurriedly, then climbed off the high platform and fled with a roll.

Zhang Wei watched Liu Ting go away until he disappeared, and then let go of his body, which had lost his strength, and fell down.