"Jian Shuo is dead!" Xiahoudun cut off the man's head, grabbed the hair on his skull, and lifted the head up.

As his voice echoed, the chaotic battlefield stagnated, and everyone's eyes were on Xiahoudun on the high platform. After a few more eyes, when he saw the appearance of the head in Xiahoudun's hand, the entire battlefield was quiet.

"Hah!" The soldiers on Yuan Shao and Cao Cao's side raised their weapons high and let out cheers.

On the contrary, the soldiers under Jian Shuo's command were stunned at the moment, and they couldn't believe that their main general, Jian Shuo, the head of the eighth captain of the West Garden, died like this. Although the face of the head was stained with blood, and some of it concealed its original face, it was still possible to see it clearly.

In addition, if the Lord is not dead, then it is time to stand up and refute it. But no, only the pro-soldiers on the high platform were still fighting, but there was no trace of Jian Shuo.

Whether they fled or died, now their battle had become meaningless.

The rest of the players who are still fighting are those players who are still trying to break through the shield wall arranged by Xiahou Yuan. However, some players were also confused by the suddenly quiet school field, why did the other side suddenly become so quiet, it felt like they were singing a one-man show.

"Jian Shuo is dead, and those who put down their weapons will not be killed, but they will not be guilty of being a thief!" Yuan Shao also shouted out at the same time.

If you can surrender, you will surrender, these soldiers are not aware of the truth, they are just deceived by Jian Shuo for a while, and they are not unforgivable. As for those who don't fall, Yuan Shao won't be soft, Jian Shuo's absolute henchman, he can't stay.

Some soldiers showed a look of struggle on their faces, not knowing whether to put down the weapons in their hands now, or whether to continue to hold the weapons in their hands, and fell into a state of confusion.

"Bang." One of the soldiers released his palm, and the long knife fell to the ground with a slight thud.

The voice was very soft, although the voice on the other side was very noisy, shouting and killing, and the terrible screams of pain continued to come. But the sound of the long knife landing on the ground was like a signal, and it was immediately received by the other soldiers.

"Bell, bell...", the weapons in the hands of one soldier fell, falling to the ground.

Like a plague, more and more soldiers threw away their weapons, even if they were still a little unwilling in their hearts, they knew that they had lost. If they don't put down their weapons, they are likely to not only lose, but also lose their lives.

"Put away their weapons." Yuan Shao ordered the soldiers around him. It's not safe now, only when all the weapons are put away, Yuan Shao will be relieved.

"Yes!" The soldiers did not let their guard down and walked towards the soldiers on the Jian Shuo side who had already laid down their weapons, ready to gather the weapons on the ground.

His ears moved, and the shouting and killing had not stopped, Yuan Shao spoke up again: "Also, divide a part of the people to go to Xiahou Yuan to support." ”

"Yes!" Another soldier responded, and immediately led his companions to support Xiahou Yuan.

Cao Cao breathed a sigh of relief, and the Qingyu Sword was drawn, and the blood splashed out was particularly dazzling in front of his eyes. After Jian Shuo's death, although the fighting spirit is dead, they still choose to fight to the death knowing that there is no way to be good.

After all, it's just the barking of a negative dog. When he lost that spirit, Cao Cao dealt with them easily, as long as he was careful, there was no problem at all.

"Die!" The angry Yan Liang vented his heart full of road on Jian Shuo's personal soldiers.

Soldiers continued to fall in front of him, dead under the long knife, and every wound cut out was deep to the bone. There were also heads, headless corpses, lying in pools of blood, motionless.

This kind of killing still has no way to weaken the anger in Yan Conscience's heart. Only one step, just a little bit, he killed Jian Shuo.

Now the person holding the huge head should be him, not Xiahoudun! It's all because of these Jianshuo's personal soldiers, because these pro-soldiers are blocking him, that he can't be the one who killed Jianshuo!

Even just now, Yan Liang still had a chance to move forward, cut off Jian Shuo's head, and take it for himself. But Yan Liang's pride does not allow him to make such a choice, if he didn't kill it, he didn't kill it.

That's Xiahoudun's, not his, it's so simple.

The anger in his heart was unable to vent, Yan Liang could only put his target on these Jian Shuo. The identity is not enough, the number is to make up, and Yan Liang wants all of their lives to pay for it!

"Hold the shield, hit!" After another wave of attacks, Xiahou Yuan said calmly.

The sword and shield hand next to him picked up the shield standing on the ground, and with a loud shout, it slammed into the players who rushed up again.

Suddenly, the players were on their backs. In front of the shield that was more than half a man high, he had no power to resist at all and was knocked out. Fell into the crowd. Each player who flies out will bring down several players behind them and fall down together.

"Stand." Xiahou Yuan said.

"Drink!" One shield after another, falling again, turned into a wall again.

"Thorn!" Xiahou Yuan stabbed the spear in his hand.

From the shield, a pikeman, who followed the sword and shield men, stabbed the spear out of his hand.

A spear stabbed the players in the body and pulled it back. The tip of each spear, the barrel, and the cluster of red tassels were left with the freshest and warmest blood.

No player is an exception, no matter how much they try to break through the shield wall, but when they hit it, their heads are bleeding. Not only that, but it was they who hit this shield wall in the past, but now, it is clearly this shield wall, carrying a forest of guns to hit them.

Retreat, keep retreating. Every player doesn't want to face this ruthless killing machine in front of them, but every time they retreat, they fall and become a corpse.

"It's over." The Fangshi players in the back saw this scene and felt cold in their hearts.

There were so many of them, but they were driven like chickens, without any power to resist.

With a change of mind, the Fangshi players have already retreated, and there will be no good fruit to eat if they stay. In addition, due to the particularity of the profession, from the beginning of the battle, they are in a large rear position, and when it comes to escaping, other players simply don't have such a good chance to escape!

As soon as he said go, a famous alchemist player coincidentally took a piece of rune paper from the talisman bag and pasted it on his body. Then, running backwards, they were blessed by the wind charm, and they fled extremely fast. As for the alchemist players who don't have the wind talisman, they can only be left behind, watching their wealthy companions go away. At the same time, they are also glad that there are players behind them who are slower and can't run.

Again, you can run slower, as long as there are people behind you who are slower than you!

Wen Chou put away the knife and wiped his hand on his face, wiping off the blood stains on his hands. His face didn't get any cleaner either, because the palm he used to wipe his face was, from the beginning, already in a bloody state.

No matter how much he wiped it, the blood on his face still remained on his face.

Wen Chou is now more like a big cat, with a red, white, and gray face. It looks a little funny, but when a player sees him like this, no one dares to laugh, no one laughs.

The laughing man, dead. Became the corpses on the ground, the scattered limbs, and the crumbs of broken bones. Players who still want to laugh now, and those who have the meaning of laughing in their hearts can't laugh, and when they see this, after seeing some of their dead companions, no matter how much they want to laugh, they will put away the laughter and swallow the laughter.

A few hundred, and now only a few dozen remain. They looked at each other, and they both saw the horror in each other's eyes, a sign of complete loss of courage.

From the beginning, the confident siege, to the suspicious fight, and in the end, they no longer had hope of killing Wen Chou. Because, there are already dozens of people left, and when hundreds of people can't kill Wen Chou, how can dozens of people do something that hundreds of people can't do?

No way.

Seeing that Wen Chou was now covered in blood, no one dared to step forward again, so he could only stalemate like this. The previous brave man, the player who wanted to pick peaches, didn't know where his head had rolled, and he couldn't even tell where the corpse was.

Those bloods, they can't tell if it's ugly or not! It is more likely that the blood stain on Wen Chou's body was stained after killing hundreds of their companions.

There is only one possibility, otherwise according to the total amount of blood in a person, so much blood will be shed, and everyone will die.

"Ahem." Wen Chou coughed and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit to the side.

His chest heaved and he breathed heavily, and the thick smell of blood never left his nose again. The whole person, as if crawling out of a pool of blood, when he was standing, there was still blood dripping from his clothes and armor.

Wen Chou was injured, and there were wounds on his body that hurt faintly, such as him, he was inevitably injured in such a fight. Sometimes, there are always some attacks that can't be dodged, and there are always some choices, which is to choose to take that sword, that knife. It's just that this wound is not big and deep.

Exchanging injuries for injuries is something that can't be done, and these players can't let him do it to this extent. The appearance of each wound on the body represents the fall of a player, the one who belongs to the best of the players.

The existence and appearance of these wounds did not make Wen Chou have any concerns. On the contrary, because of the appearance of the wound, the pain it carries has become the reason for Wen Chou to keep fighting.

Feel the pain, take advantage of the pain, live, fight!

His cold gaze swept over the players, and the players who came into contact with his gaze all looked away, not daring to look at Wen Chou again.

"Come on!" Raising the long knife, Wen Chou said loudly.

The long knife in his hand had many gaps and potholes on the blade. In the battle just now, countless slashes with the player's blades, collisions, and cutting off the player's head, splitting the player's body in two, all caused damage to the long knife, which has become the current situation.

It seems that people are very suspicious that this long knife will be able to hold up, and whether it will become countless fragments in the next moment.

"Ugh."

The next moment, with a soft sound, the long knife in Wen Chou's hand turned into countless fragments, even the handle of the knife was the same, it became fragments, and it fell to the ground.

"Chance!" The players, who were originally afraid to move, saw the opportunity and immediately wanted to move.

Seeing Wen Chou's next move, soon, the unrealistic idea in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Wen Chou just bent down and picked up a long sword from the ground, the blade of which was raised, and the tip of the sword pointed at the players in the distance.

"Come on." He repeated.

Silence, silence, silence. In the face of such a Wen Chou, the surviving players couldn't say anything, and they couldn't make any choice to go to Wen Chou.

Everything they had just experienced made them feel invincible. Especially when Wen Chou is standing like this, there is a corpse at his feet, from the back to the place where he is standing.

To be able to keep it as it is now, still standing where it is, and not running away immediately, is already considered courageous.

It's not that they don't want to run, it's that when they want to move, there is always a feeling that they will die. Really, this feeling is real, not a false imagination.

They don't know why they feel this way, there is only one person who is clearly ugly, and if they run away, some people will escape. But there is no desire to be the first bird, the first one will not always taste the sweetness, and will die.

Players are not afraid of dying, and when they don't have to die, they certainly won't die.

Just as Wen Chou took a step forward, their hearts chuckled. The eyes of dozens of players brightened, and a kind of euphoria appeared, which was clear as hope.

When they saw the players running over in the distance, the emotions surging in their hearts almost made them feel that they could award a certificate of self-sacrifice to these players. Especially when a player attacks Wen Chou, this gratitude becomes stronger and stronger.

My heart was filled with a deep sense of gratitude, but in terms of action, dozens of players were in unison, shouting, "Run!" ”

Every player ran as fast as they could, leaving behind those life-savers.

The long sword blocked in front of him, and an ice pick shot out, directly turning into countless ice chips, splashing in front of Wen Chou's eyes. A ridge of ice swept across Wen Chou's cheek, bringing out a shallow wound.

"Oh, you're back?" Wen Chou grinned, his smile gradually became cold, cold, and became extremely cold.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

There was a pit under his feet, and Wen Chou turned into a high-speed moving shadow, rushing towards the monks who were running this way.

(End of chapter)