Not to mention the rain of arrows, it has reached a certain number, because not only a wave, but the player archers who launched the attack have already launched the skill of rapid shooting. When those players who fought Liu Bei and the others in close combat went within the range of the rain of arrows, they must shoot a sufficient number of arrows to restrain Liu Guanzhang and the others, and if possible, even bring some damage.

But the first wave of attacks was not only Liu Guanzhang and the others, the same as the player who took care of the war horses next to the three war horses that were leisurely grazing was also among the targets of "care". From the very beginning, they were ready to use both hands, even if they couldn't kill Liu Guanzhang, they had to grab one of the three war horses, and the Zhangba snake spear hanging next to the horseback of one of the war horses.

"Damn, when did I have so much energy to be taken care of?" The player who was guarding next to the war horse shuddered, he had also seen the dense rain of arrows that staggered over the two armies when the Han Army and the Yellow Turban Army faced each other.

Now there are more pediatrics than that, but the sense of threat that can be brought is not weak at all, because this small rain of arrows is falling towards him. Seeing others and experiencing them yourself are two completely different feelings. He can only be regarded as affected, and the real target of the other party is the three war horses that are still leisurely wagging their tails and eating grass slowly!

Without hesitation, knowing that this is the opportunity, an opportunity to earn goodwill. The player, who had always been an obscure groom, pulled out the whip on his waist, which had never been used, activated the "sprint" skill, and ran towards the horse quickly.

With a distance of just over ten paces, it barely took him much time before he came to the back of the war horse. The hand was raised high, and the whip was whipped, and there was a rattle in the air.

"Smack!"

As soon as he pumped over, a small blood mark directly appeared on the hind buttocks of the three war horses grazing side by side, which showed the depth and ruthlessness of his force. As he expected, the horses that had been grazing leisurely and leisurely were attacked by this sudden attack, and they let out a long cry of pain, spread their hooves, and ran forward.

Among them, Zhang Fei's black horse, before he ran out, was attacked, and one of his hind hooves kicked backwards, whipping the player's chest right in the middle. "Poof", this player was hit so hard that his chest collapsed directly, and he didn't know how many ribs he had broken, spit out a mouthful of blood mist, and flew out involuntarily.

Hit so hard that the pain took over his brain, he was laughing in mid-air. Looking at the rain of falling arrows, covering him, the player never changed the smile on his face.

He was dead this time, he was hit in the chest like this, and now he didn't die, and he couldn't get up and escape when he landed, he could only be killed by the feathered arrows that were originally shot at the war horse. But so what? His purpose has been achieved, what needs to be done has been done, and the next thing is not something he can control.

These three horses, the livestock don't know how to be grateful, but Liu Guanzhang will remember his act of sacrificing himself to protect the horse!

"Bang", it fell hard, and the impact of the crash made him feel as if his whole body was falling apart, and the pain did not last long. Next, the sound of "fluttering" arrows into the flesh put an end to all his pain.

"Bastard!" The little white melon also scolded, and hurriedly rolled to the side, nailing a few feather arrows that were still violently trembling in the place where he was standing.

He was judged to be in a state of battle, and there was no way to take out any armor from the package at this moment, and he also knew that Liu Guanzhang and the three people in the back did not need to protect at all, so he could only use all his strength and began to dodge the falling arrows. He is completely a pond fish that was affected by the fire at the city gate, but what can be done about it? Instead of complaining, let's think about how we want to live!

Hurriedly jumped up, because he was a little far away from the three brothers Liu Guanzhang, he did not receive much "care". The little melon lunged forward, and rolled to the left for a while, the sound of the feathered arrows piercing the ground in his ears was still endless.

"Big brother, be careful!" Zhang Fei's eyes widened with anger, and his red eyes didn't know if it was because of the stimulation of the onion or because of anger. In short, when the eyelids continued to tremble violently and wanted to close, Zhang Fei held on and didn't let his eyes close, even if the man's tears were not flicked, the tears were constantly flowing down because of the feeling of heat.

pounced forward, and directly crossed to Liu Bei's side, his right hand grabbed the desk during this period, and all the wine and dishes on it fell down with a bang. The desk rolled in the sky, and when it was about to land, it was caught by Zhang Fei who turned around.

The desk tilted, and Zhang Fei lifted it up, a palm away from the ground. The table used for eating had now become a simple shield, firmly protecting the front.

But that's not enough!

"Damn!" Zhang Fei muttered in a low voice, and when he pounced, he had already seen arrows on the other three sides, and there was no way to block this square desk. He now has some remorse, regret that he got carried away, and his contempt for strangers made him leave the spear on the back of the black horse, so that he is now no longer in his weapon.

It doesn't make sense to say that now, as if he thinks these aliens are despicable and shameless, but on the battlefield, as long as they can win, why not? Zhang Fei knows this truth, for him, knowing it does not mean that he needs to do this, because he is strong, so strong that most of the victories and defeats on the battlefield can be decided by force.

Or maybe if he were one of these aliens, he would choose a similar method, but that's just maybe. Zhang Fei only said one word of hatefulness, not much, because even if he scolded these strangers hundreds of times now, there was no way to make them change this despicable and shameless method, let alone prevent it from happening.

The two desks were put down very simply, Zhang Fei turned around, bent down and lowered his head, and pressed his back against the desk. He doesn't need to think about the arrows behind him, what he only needs to watch out for is the arrows from the head and other three aspects.

"Third brother, go on."

Liu Bei's voice sounded, and Zhang Fei's squinted eyes saw an object thrown at him through the gap.

Reaching out to pick it up, Zhang Fei knew what it was, it was the sword of the eldest brother Liu Bei, the male sword among the double-strand swords. Different from the female sword, the male sword is slightly heavier, and the sword body appears to be wide, and Zhang Fei can judge from these two points that there is still the body temperature of the eldest brother Liu Bei on the hilt.

With a sword in hand, Zhang Fei no longer has any scruples.

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, all kinds of weapons he can use, and he has dabbled in them. Including the no-return marksmanship, which is actually the method of using guns that he learned from the spear. The reason why he finally switched to the Zhangba snake spear was actually because there was no spear that suited his heart, and there happened to be such a magic weapon, so he switched to the Zhangba snake spear. However, although the no-return marksmanship is marksmanship, it is still extremely sharp when it is used with a Zhangba snake spear, no worse than when Zhang Fei held a gun, but some small habits need to be changed.

As a general, you can't just use one kind of weapon, and when many weapons are not there, shouldn't you just go to the neck and kill them? It's not like this, it's not at all, now that the sword is in hand, Zhang Fei is fully confident to protect the safety of his eldest brother and himself.

"By the way, what about the second brother?" Zhang Fei suddenly thought of Guan Yu, so he asked out loud.

Next, he heard Liu Bei shouting, "Yun Chang, come here." ”

"No need, big brother."

"Second brother, the eldest brother will be handed over to you."

The previous sentence was said by Guan Yu to Liu Bei, the latter sentence was said to Zhang Fei, and then there was silence.

"Leave it to me, second brother." Zhang Fei agreed, he knew that it would not work if he was beaten and didn't fight back.

Now that the second brother spoke, he suppressed his desire to go out and kill one party, as long as the second brother did it. Now, he only needs to protect the safety of his eldest brother, and that's fine.

Okay, what's not to do! The safety of the big brother is far more important than killing these strangers.

Liu Bei also squinted his eyes slightly, and could only see the general outline of the vicinity, and he couldn't help but laugh when he was on guard. Is he, Liu Bei, Liu Xuande, really that fragile? To the point where you need to be firmly protected and cared for?

Despite this, he did not speak, and the feeling of being cared for was indeed good. That's why the three of them will be brothers, isn't that what brothers look like?

"Yide, you still said that you don't know when the time to be able to fight side by side will come, isn't it the moment to fight side by side?" He laughed, and the female sword deflected, knocking the feathered arrow out of mid-air.

"Ah, that's true." Zhang Fei replied.

The sword was incredibly dexterous in his hand, and every stab and slash slashed accurately struck out the feathered arrows that fell from the sky. Zhang Fei even had time to spare, and used his sword to pick up the fish that slipped through the net, and filled the gaps that were inadvertently exposed for Liu Bei.

Similarly, the same is true of Liu Bei. The two swords are intertwined, the male and female are originally a pair of swords, and in the hands of their two brothers, they are even more like one, and their minds are the same. Many arrows that are too late to deal with are just let go by the previous person, and the other person will free up his hand to knock the arrow down. The angle that the latter person misses, the previous person fills in.

Depending on the situation, they still have the strength to spare, at least this number of feather arrows is far from being able to pose a threat to the two of them.

Guan Yu Huo Ran got up and stood horizontally, his eyes were closed, and there was not even a gap for a smile. His ears twitched, and he kept collecting the sounds that came from around him, the gentle whistling of those feathered arrows as they fell through the wind.

A sword light, a half-broken moon, reflected above his head, suddenly disappeared. Around his body, he was already surrounded by a bright light, and the flickering light shrouded his figure in it, making it even more blurred.

The feathered arrows, far away, stopped, cowardly, and did not dare to approach this man at all. No matter how much force their owners used to shoot them, or what determination they had, it didn't change the slightest bit of what was happening.

Everywhere the Green Dragon Glaive could reach, it was all forbidden areas for these feathered arrows, and they couldn't be crossed in the slightest. Either the arrows were cut off, or the shafts of the arrows were cut off from them, and those sharp arrows fell to the ground, and the confrontation became a heap.

The clumsy and heavy Qinglong Glaive Knife was not at all the feeling it usually showed in Guan Yu's hands at this moment. Incomparably dexterous, at this moment, just like an embroidery needle, dancing, without half a point of obstruction, soft and fast.

Wherever Guan Yu's mind goes, wherever he hears about it, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife will come at will.

There are too many things in this world, which are not as fast as the flow of minds, and a heart can flash countless thoughts in an instant. When a person's movements, the speed at which he swings his sword, can be the same as the speed at which his mind flows, then nothing can threaten him anymore.

Too fast, the speed of the flow of the mind, the speed of his knife. In front of such a fast knife, this thin rain of arrows is extremely ridiculous.

The arrows that came, in Guan Yu's perception, were all distinguished as different individuals who were wrong and missed. Their speed is not consistent. Because of time, because of the wind, and because of all kinds of problems with the strength of the bow and arrow, many gaps were revealed.

Guan Yu heard it, so he was extremely calm, and the hand holding the knife did not tremble at all. Steady swing of the sword, steady footsteps, through these gaps, detaching the feathered arrows one by one, driving them away from all around the body.

Not to mention, no matter how fast these arrows are, they can't be faster than his sword! And how can it hurt people?!!

His eyes were closed, and there was darkness in his vision.

Darkness is the fear that comes from the bones of human beings, fear of the dark, fear of the unknown, fear of all kinds of things that are invisible in the darkness, but there are all kinds of things that lurk. That's why we have eyes, we look for the light, we can dispel the darkness, and we can see everything again.

His heart is as calm as the surface of a lake. One leaf, a few leaves falling, the current darkness, still falling, but the arrows that seem to be getting more and more sparse can't shake the mirror-like lake.

Closing a window, Guan Yu opened several more windows for himself, and in the darkness, he could see more clearly than others.

The dots of light in the darkness, his enemies, swarmed over. Faster and faster, more and more urgent, each increase in speed, but it seemed so restless to him.

Stepping forward, he paused, and rushed out at a rapid speed, and the Qinglong Glaive Knife dragged behind him. Scattered feathered arrows fell, and beside him, the wind reflected on the mirror-like surface of the lake. The colder, more intense wind was blowing in his face, caressing his face, scraping the pores of the skin that was not covered by clothing, and shivering slightly.

Cold, but with a hidden warmth.

It's the cold of the tip of the knife, it's the heat of the blood.

Guan Yu opened his eyes, and there were still crystals in his eyes, but he didn't hide the extremely cold feeling.

Swing the knife and slash it.

(End of chapter)