The morning light was faint, Huan Biao held the knife, half-knelt on the ground, and the corners of his mouth were dripping blood. [with _ dreams] еng

After a night of bloody fighting, the shouts of killing gradually faded away.

Huan Biao's nearby guards were gathering around him, and more and more troops were moving closer to the tent of the Chinese military camp. Among them, there are the banners of the Shu army and the rebels.

They are disturbed, and they can't really be seen. Huan Biao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and saw that the guards around him died one by one, and wanted to stand up, but he was a little reluctant.

After a night of fierce fighting, Huan Biao had exhausted most of his strength at this time. But he can't show his weakness, because he is surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.

Di Sheng, Jiang Zhou, Fang Pei, and Xu Ji were all staring at him, and they were all injured when they besieged him, but the light in their eyes that chose people to devour them was not weakened at all.

That blood-red glow is so familiar!

Looking back on the past, Huan Biao's eyes also have this kind of light. This is the desire for meritorious deeds. But he is old now, old enough to become the old fellows he looked down on in the eyes of the past, and old enough to become the prey of others' achievements.

Huan Biao stood up, like an old lion king, after his territory was violated, he erupted in aftermath.

The knife was twisted and turned, and Huan Biao cut a rebel general who took advantage of the void in half with a single sword. Blood was splattered, Huan Biao's face was full of murderous intent, his eyes were red, and his murderous intent was deep.

"Shaft, do you dare to take my head?"

With the power of a sword, all the rebels did not dare to enter. But he heard a long howl, and Dickson held the knife forward and shouted.

"Why don't you dare!"

Then, Jiang Zhou, Fang Pei and others came up one after another. The lion Yu Wei is still there, but how can the wolves let go of the delicious meal they have in hand?

Huan Biao's knife momentum is still the same, and at this time, there is still no decline in the scar, but the scars on his body are gradually increasing.

Compared with the others, Huan Biao's cultivation is far better than the generals present, but he lost at age. A group of rebel generals are like a group of wolves fighting tigers, and they go up again and again, Huan Biao can support it, but he can't support it at this time.

The long knife snapped, Huan Biao swung away Di Sheng's fatal knife, and Di Sheng's long knife made of stainless steel that he picked up from the ground was also broken.

"Old fellow, you're really good!"

Di Sheng took two steps back, looked at the knife in his hand, and cursed hatefully.

"Boy, do you think Lao Tzu has been fighting in the east and west for decades, and he is messing around?"

Huan Biao was resisting the attacks of Jiang Zhou and others, and such a sentence came out from time to time.

"Good! How long do I think you'll last? ”

Dickson picked up another knife from the ground, held it in his hand, and rushed into the warband.

Among these rebels, only Di Sheng can match Huan Biao. He was caught in a heavy siege, but the more he fought, the more courageous he became, but in the end, it was difficult to continue.

Besieged from all sides, the momentum of swords and guns was like rain, and Huan Biao didn't know whose blade pierced his shoulder.

Although this wound was not fatal, it greatly weakened his combat power. Then, the second and third strokes

Blood blurred his eyes, and by the end, Huan Biao couldn't tell who was who. He's just instinctively fighting back, relying on experience, relying on feeling.

But suddenly, Huan Biao seemed to feel that everything was gone.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of the soldiers colliding, the resistance of the soldiers around them, and the bloodthirsty killing intent of the rebel generals that did not disappear from beginning to end.

Everything was quiet, in the middle of this summer morning, a little cool and dilapidated camp. Around Huan Biao, it was as if everything had disappeared.

The mountain wind blew on the face, carrying a chill, inhaled into the lungs, and the pungent smell of blood did not go away for a long time.

Huan Biao struggled to open his eyes, he didn't understand what could keep all the beasts hibernating.

But I saw the four-wheeled cart slowly coming, and the lupine scarf on the seat, which was not stained with a little blood, and the clothes that were as white as snow seemed to be the greatest irony of this battlefield.

"Prime Minister!"

Whether it was the surrounding Shu army or the rebel generals, they all retracted their wings at this moment, cut off the edges and corners, and did not dare to show a trace of killing intent. In this rebel general, there is no trace of the ferocity when he besieged and killed Huan Biao just now, and some of them are just respectful.

"Yang Xian!" Huan Biao's mouth suddenly burst into laughter, hoarse and poignant, "You are worthy of being Yang You'an's grandson, you still look like him." That nasty face is just as disgusting! ”

At this moment, all the people were in opposition, but Huan Biao was the only one, standing arrogantly in the center of the battlefield, standing with a knife.

Yang Xian didn't say anything, but there was a sound of horses' hooves beside him. Qin Feng was dressed in armor and rode to the side of the four-wheeled vehicle on a Xiliang horse, as if he was killing a god, and there was a human head in his hand.

"Lord, Liang Jiang Sun Hu's head has been taken down by me, but unfortunately it was run away by that kid from Huan Jue."

Qin Feng shook his hand casually, and the person rolled down and arrived in front of Huan Biao. Looking at the blurred face, Huan Biao clutched his chest and spit out a mouthful of turbidity.

Sun Hu has followed him for many years, he is a general under his command, and he is deeply used, and now looking at his empty gaze, Huan Biao's heart is broken.

Huan Biao raised his head and looked at Yang Xian, with hatred in his eyes.

"Yang Xian Xiao'er, you are really vicious!"

There was a wild shout, and the sound of attack and killing sounded outside the camp, which was originally attacked by the rebels and the Shu army by a Liang army, and the formation was scattered.

This Liang army attacked very fiercely, and the vanguard advanced one after another, and soon it was less than fifty zhang away from here, and Huan Zilu's shouting suddenly sounded.

"Uncle, let's go!"

Qin Feng drove his horse and was about to stop it, whether it was a Shu general or a rebel general of the Liang army, they were all ready to move.

saw Yang Xian wave the feather fan in his hand, and the generals all quieted down.

"Huan Wu has been crisscrossing the Central Plains for so many years, and he has saved a total of 50,000 heavy armored infantry. In this battle just now, the last three branches that followed you into Shu were also folded here. More than 200,000 Liang troops were lost in your hands, and Huan Jue's whereabouts were unknown at this time, and the Liang army was completely defeated. Huan Biao, as the general of the Liang Army, do you still have the face to see Huan Wu again, the Huan clan again, and the generals again? ”

As soon as Yang Xian said a word, the vitality that had surged on Huan Biao's face was instantly annihilated. Huan Biao's face was full of dead silence, he roared, held the long knife in his hand, and reflexively came towards Yang Xian.

Ahh

Break the Seven Seasons Order!

Seven times in a row, there are no ghosts.

Huan Biao swore a blow to the death, urging the blood qi of the whole body. The sword is not exhausted, the vitality on his body has been extinguished, and he vows to kill Yang Xian here.

Yang Xian didn't dodge or dodge, but the rebel general next to him walked out quickly.

They held all kinds of weapons in their hands, and when the sword seemed to be unfired, they attacked Huan Biao.

But seeing the wolves fighting the tigers, the old tiger king finally fell on the attack of a group of wild beasts, his body was full of swords, guns and halberds, and the unfired sword momentum was blocked alive.

Huan Biao spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Yang Xian, as if he was cursing, as if he was cursing. The wrinkled face was very terrifying, and it was cut off with the last breath, still full of anger and unwillingness.