The scorching breath emanated from Sun Jian's mouth and nose, and the hot temperature that overflowed was only able to cool it down quickly by the strong wind that accompanied it. Sun Jian's eyes were firmly fixed on the front, ignoring the rapidly changing scenery around him, and in his eyes, there were only the two horses in front of him and the two yellow turban generals on the horses.

These are the two people after the break, and the guards by their side are the few Yellow Turban soldiers. In Sun Jian's opinion, there is no better opportunity to do it, because of the huge number of Yellow Turban troops in front of him, it is extremely difficult for him to step forward every step forward. But now, there are no more soldiers, and Sun Jian must leave a yellow turban general to be able to vent the anger in his heart.

Every pore on his body was open, and beads of sweat continued to flow, and every drop of sweat carried a hot temperature. If you ignore the armor you are wearing, then you can see that Sun Jian's underwear is tightly attached to his body at the moment, and they are all soaked, as if he has just been fished out of the water, or experienced a heavy rain.

Compared to the heat on his body, Sun Jian's heart was cold, and his brain was extremely calm. His toes lightly touched the ground, and the moment he touched the ground, he violently pushed forward, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Step by step, in Sun Jian's own opinion, the speed is very slow, but in the eyes of onlookers, it has become a flickering and disappearing shadow. There was no way for them to grasp Sun Jian's position, because what they saw was only a moment, and it burst like a dream bubble.

This is the wind, and in the ancient legend, when the tiger is infested, it will be accompanied by a bad wind. For Sun Jian, what he did was to completely put aside his physical strength and speed, put aside all his worries, and abandon all scruples, so that he could integrate into the wind and become a part of the flowing wind.

The muscles in his body are tensing every moment, relaxed and tight, and every little bit of strength is squeezed out, just to catch up now. In such a high-speed advance, Sun Jian's expression became hideous, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks was rolled backwards. This is due to the fact that in the fast running, the faster his own speed, the greater the resistance of the wind he meets, and the wind that blows against him, coupled with the fact that Sun Jian has no time to control the muscles of his face, so he has today's expression.

He's running against the wind! The wind has also become one of the obstacles, but Sun Jian has not taken it to heart, and all that remains in his eyes and mind from beginning to end is those two preys!

Sun Jian didn't know who first said the nickname of the Jiangdong Tiger and who spread it, it seems that now the Han army, even the Yellow Turban Army as an enemy, has his name as the Jiangdong Tiger. Since it is a tiger, then it should have the power of the tiger itself, and if you don't hunt your prey, then you will not give up.

He smiled, temporarily placing all his assumptions as a human being, imagining himself as a tiger, even the wind, and even the whole world. Only by merging into it and becoming it can we have the power of the form and the god.

His eyes were raised, deep and cold, and two flames rose from his eyes, eventually taking over.

The ancient ingot knife was diagonally behind him, and the blade cut through the entire piece of air and light suddenly distorted, and there was actually an image of a broken void appearing, but it returned to normal in a short instant. A little bit of blood, a straight forward line of blood, after Sun Jian passed, suddenly appeared on his way forward.

A Yellow Turban soldier looked down at his abdomen in disbelief, and he covered the wound in his abdomen with his hand in a daze, until the palm of his hand touched the warm blood, and the pain followed. Yes, it was because there was no pain that he didn't realize what was happening to him at first, and he couldn't even notice the wound on his body.

Until now, the severe pain, in the body, some internal organs were cut horizontally, and the pain of separation from flesh occupied every nerve, so that the soldier had no time to think. There was no time left to think, and with a stumble, the Yellow Turban soldier could no longer control his body and fell to the ground. As he approached the ground quickly, before his consciousness finally blurred, he struggled to move his neck, looked to the side, and saw the soldiers who had broken off from him in front of him, and the same diagonal wound appeared on their bodies. Without much thought, he finally fell into the darkness.

One by one, the Yellow Turban soldier fell, and the wounds on his body were different, all of which appeared in the lower abdomen. The blood that flowed sideways from the wounds quickly soaked through the dirt on the side where they had fallen, and spread out to the surrounding area, leaving pools of blood behind. In the end, what appeared was a road forward, a road composed of countless blood, and this is what could be captured, Sun Jian's trajectory.

A Han soldier who was still fighting for his life just now suddenly found that the enemy in front of him had news, and he couldn't help but look dazed, and the knife in his hand was still raised, ready to block the attack of a yellow turban soldier. However, the Yellow Turban soldier suddenly fell! Looking at the Yellow Turban soldier lying on the ground with a pool of blood under him, he blurted out, "What happened?" ”

Looking at the surrounding comrades-in-arms, they looked at each other, and everyone had a look of surprise on their faces. But they all let out a sullen breath in unison, fortunately they are friends and not enemies, otherwise they may become these Yellow Turban soldiers who can't even understand what is happening. Because even they, the bystanders, didn't see what happened clearly, they could only see the blood line that appeared on the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of them, and then the enemy suddenly fell.

Blood jumped and bounced on the ancient ingot knife, scattered in the sky, and flew one after another. From a distance, it looks like red raindrops, falling, with a different kind of beauty and strangeness. But people can't afford to look at it, because this is a drop of blood, not a red raindrop, but a falling rain composed of the blood of a living person.

In front of the blood-colored rain curtain, what appeared was an incomparably chic figure that did not even leave a complete back. Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife was diagonally behind him from beginning to end, without changing its position, and without him making any movements, he ran past these Yellow Turban soldiers, and the Yellow Turban soldiers on the side of the ancient ingot knife were naturally killed.

The smoke and dust along the way, accompanied by the red rain all the way, continue to stretch forward, and I don't know when it will stop, which is the most frightening.

"How is that possible?" Zhang Yan was dumbfounded, and the speed of the arrow decreased again and again, until he finally put away his bow in a daze, and no longer tried to use the bow and arrow to stop the figure chasing behind him.

Every arrow was shot in the air! This was completely unimaginable before, Zhang Yan was self-aware, his riding shot was only average, and under the bumps of the war horse, he could have an average of four or five shots in ten shots, but now, he didn't even have a single shot that could be shot. The arrow heading towards the goal brought encouragement and joy to Zhang Yan at the beginning, but later, it brought loss, and even he finally gave up the useless bow and arrow in his hand, and even had deep doubts about his archery skills.

The wind hit her face and rushed in through her nose, and there was a feeling that it was difficult to breathe, which made Zhang Yan gasp a little. He had to open his mouth slightly wide, and breathe in with his nose to finally dispel the feeling.

Until now, Zhang Yan still couldn't believe her eyes. But there is no way to deceive the situation, the scene, and the eyes that you see in the past. What he encountered was real, and this kind of doubting his eyes was unimaginable in the eyes of Zhang Yan before, but now this idea is rising in his mind.

Fast, it's too fast. What frightened him even more was the fall of the soldiers who had been left behind him to block the pursuit of the Han army, and the red line that quickly extended towards them.

The soldiers who can shed down and break off must be determined to die, and the strength of the soldiers who burst out in a desperate situation is so great. Zhang Yan asked himself, facing such a hundred soldiers, he would feel tricky. But behind them, there were clearly more than a hundred soldiers who fell, and they couldn't do even the slightest obstacle or delay.

Now, all you can rely on is the war horse under your crotch, right? In such an environment, he didn't believe that with the speed of the war horse, he couldn't get rid of the person chasing behind! Now that the war horse has just started, it is still in the process of accumulating momentum, as long as it takes a little longer, it will definitely be easy to get rid of him!

But Zhang Yan had to prepare with both hands, since pulling the bow and shooting arrows could not stop the approach of the master of the figure, so he gave it up. Because the long time of pulling the bow has made his right arm feel soreness and pain, and if he continues such a meaningless thing, I am afraid that in the end he will not even have the strength to stab the spear. As a result, he had to prepare for the worst, even in the most desperate moments.

Next to Zhang Yan, Guan Hai, who was on a par with him, also had the same surprise, and the same chill rose from his heart. In Guan Hai's heart, it is also the same war horse that pins his hopes on the seat, I have to say that this is really a kind of irony, a big irony.

"Want to go? It's not that simple. The right arm of Zhanfeng's halberd left the halberd, and the halberd remained steady. He smiled and looked at the backs of Zhang Yan and Guan Hai, which was quite meaningful.

He had no way to catch up, and even if he did, he wouldn't snatch the belonging of these two people when Sun Jian made a move, because he failed once, and now it was Sun Jian's hunting time. But this doesn't mean that he can't do anything to stop the departure of these two Yellow Turban enemy generals and leave them behind to face Sun Jian!

A cavalryman passed by him, and two things were thrown down as he passed. Zhan Feng reached out to grab it, and took a longbow into his hand, and at the same time his body rotated in a circle, and his right arm stretched out like lightning, and the quiver came into his hand.

Lifting it up, the quiver fell to the ground, and between the palms of his right hand, he had already grasped two feather arrows. One was in the mouth, the other was on the bowstring, and as the longbow was full, there was a soft "boom" sound, and the feather arrow flew out.

His eyes lit up like lightning, and another feathered arrow shot out, closely following the first feathered arrow. The two arrows, heading towards different targets, pointed at the hind hips of the war horse.

The hind buttocks of the war horse are fleshy, but for Zhan Feng, his archery skills are enough to send the feathered arrows into the hind buttocks of the war horse. At that time, it is not as simple as the war horse suffering pain, if it is just an ordinary arrow wound, the speed of the war horse may not decrease but increase, and it will run faster. This is why many people will shake the whip in their hands and hit the hind buttocks of the war horse when they want to increase the speed of the war horse, in order to make it painful and force it to speed up.

But as long as the intensity rises and turns into severe pain, it will turn into a startled horse at any time, so that the rider can't control the war horse, and even falls off the horse. If the war horse is lost, then these two Yellow Turban generals will have no possibility of escaping.

Hearing the whistling sound of feather arrows, Zhang Yan and Guan Hai both turned around and saw an extremely frightened scene. Their hearts fell to the bottom in an instant, and the two of them didn't even have the will to move, because it was useless, because the arrow came too quickly.

The two said that the war horse they were riding let out a painful neigh, and the cry was terrible, and a series of blood flowers burst out on the hind hips of the war horse. At the same time, one of the front hooves of a war horse made a crisp sound, and it actually stepped into the air, and the whole body of the horse also fell forward. Zhang Yan quickly jumped off the war horse, and after rolling on the ground, he stood up again, and spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with dirt from his mouth. It's just that compared to being pressed on the body by a war horse, this small injury is also bearable.

Guan Hai's war horse stood up, unlike Zhang Yan who jumped off the war horse himself, Guan Hai on the horseback was thrown off by force, even if he clamped the horse's belly, it still did not change the result in the slightest. He fell to the ground, his back in contact with the ground, and the force of the impact caused him to spurt a mouthful of blood from his mouth after he hit the ground. The war horse, after the front hooves landed, ran forward in pain, and only a small cry of tail feathers could be seen on the hind rump, and the blood flowed like a torrent.

Compared with this, what attracted the attention of the two more was the ghost-like figure behind them, chasing after them. As long as he stops, it won't be long before he's in front of him, right?

(End of chapter)