The short dagger stabbed out, and the tip of the dagger touched Zhang Jiao's robe, and stabbed into it again.

The shadow itself is nothing, without a trace of weight, and does not exist. However, the shadow of the Seven Killings broke away from the ground, and the outline of the dagger in his hand also broke away from the shadow, becoming a dagger that really had its own shape.

At this time, there was still no joy in the seven killings, no joy at all about to succeed, but at this time, his calmness was incomparable, like a machine, with data constantly circulating in his head.

He suddenly paused, opened his eyes, and took a serious look at Zhang Jiao. All he could see was a back, and then, the world suddenly became a myriad of fragmented images before his eyes.

His shadow, when the dagger was stabbed, suddenly shattered inch by inch, from a whole, into countless scattered shadow fragments, and then the shadow belonging to the Seven Killings. The dagger-wielding arms and bodies outlined by the darkness all twisted and vanished.

"This is the person you used to kill me?" Zhang Jiao asked.

Zhang Banxian nodded and did not hide it, because this was already an obvious fact. No matter how much sophistry and lies there are, they are all so pale and powerless, and in the case of seeing and experiencing it with their own eyes, only a fool will be deceived.

"Yes." He replied.

Obviously, Zhang Jiao is not a fool, in fact, Zhang Banxian thinks that Zhang Jiao knows everything, and what he probably can't know is only people's hearts. Even when he provoked Zhang Mancheng's anger and caused his arrow sores to collapse and die, Zhang Jiao knew it, what did he not know?

"Really." Zhang Jiao sighed slightly and shook his head. "If it were someone else, maybe he would have died, but for me, no."

It's not that Zhang Jiao is arrogant, nor is it that he thinks very highly of himself, but the truth. As long as he doesn't want to die and doesn't die, then no one can kill him.

Seven Kills didn't move from just now, and his eyes remained open. A gust of wind blew and stroked Seven Kills' side, with a hint of heat from the burning flames.

The body of the Seven Kills suddenly disappeared, dissipated, and disintegrated inch by inch, from head to body, to feet. Every inch is disappearing, becoming a fine piece of sand, carried by the wind, drifting away.

He died a complete death, becoming the most ubiquitous thing in the world.

Zhang Banxian witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he didn't even know how Zhang Jiao did it, so he let a top player die like this. You must know that Zhang Banxian himself doesn't think that he can go through a few moves in front of the Seven Killings, because what the other party is best at is killing, and he can only kill people.

But the man who is so good at murder dies, at the hands of the man he is about to kill. And not only was he killed, but he was not even injured by the other party before he died.

It has to be said that this is a shame. But Zhang Banxian didn't think it was a shame, because Zhang Jiao, who was standing opposite him, might not be a person in the definition of the game.

So what now? He couldn't help but think that the next step would be his own death, no matter what, he was destined to let all the efforts and persistence of this period of time go down the drain. It's just that I don't know why, Zhang Banxian didn't have any unwillingness in his heart, and he didn't struggle.

Dying at the hands of Zhang Jiao was also one of the two extreme endings he thought. I have to say that it is very rare for someone to set off a peasant movement in this distant era, and the kind of attractive temperament he carries on him often makes people feel broken.

"Here we go." Zhang Jiao's gaze crossed Zhang Banxian and saw the light on the city wall in the distant place behind him.

There were shouts of killing, and there was also the sound of various swords colliding with each other and slashing off a person's body. There was also the sound of bows and arrows raining down, branch by branch, and screeching in the night sky.

Life and death are intertwined, and every moment you don't know how many people will die. Zhang Jiao didn't care how many people would die in the Han army, he cared about the believers, the Yellow Turban soldiers who were fighting for the Yellow Sky.

I can't bear it, but I have to watch it all happen, for Zhang Jiao, every moment is torment, but he has to watch and wait.

He really didn't know when his heart had become so cold, and he couldn't hear the attachment in the hearts of those believers before they died, but he could feel it. However, he did not change and prevent this from happening.

"It's ironic." The corners of Zhang Jiao's mouth raised a bitter arc.

He had to do something, just as he had to watch the Yellow Turban soldiers fight for themselves, for the Yellow Sky. Their blood will not be shed in vain.

At this moment, twenty miles away from Guangzong City, the Yellow Turban Army from Nanyang was stationed here. After Zhang Banxian's entire army was given the order to rest, the entire army stopped advancing and stopped.

At that time, when several Xiaoqu marshals in the army objected to Zhang Banxian's order, Zhang Banxian also explained why he had to stop here after rushing all the way. That is naturally to recuperate and improve combat effectiveness, this excuse, although it is a little simple, can calm down the questioning Xiaoqu Shuai.

No one knew that a great battle was taking place in Guangzong City, twenty miles away, and the battle between the Han army and the Yellow Turban army had entered the most cruel period. No one knew that their most respected great sage and mentor, Zhang Jiao, was in the city of Guangzong and was besieged by the Han army.

If they knew, they would have rushed over and participated in this great battle, without having to give orders at all. Even if Zhang Banxian was here, he couldn't order them anymore, and if he blocked it, he would only be trampled into mud. It's just a pity that no one knows.

Originally, there were very few players in the Yellow Turban Army's forces, and everyone knew that according to history, the Yellow Turban Army would be exterminated, and if they went to a force that was doomed to decline, I was afraid that they would not be sick? Even if there are players in the forces of the Yellow Turbans, most of them are coerced, and they only think about how to get out of the current situation, and they don't think about doing anything for the Yellow Turbans.

Of course, there are also some players who don't believe in evil, and use their players' prophetic advice for profit, but the commanders don't believe these little soldiers. Because no one will believe these fantasies, they will only think that this is nonsense spoken by madmen.

Unlike the hustle and bustle outside the city of Guangzong, the temporary station of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army was very quiet, and there was a little sense of tranquility. All the way over, all the way to rob, the food for the army is very sufficient, and naturally there will be no chaos.

One horse, with a very fast speed, is rushing towards the temporary station of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army. Zhang Yan on the horse, looking anxious, kept shaking the whip in his hand and hitting the hind buttocks of the war horse, using pain to make the war horse run faster and increase its speed.

Originally, Zhang Yan would not do such a thing, and the war horse was like his partner, but in the current situation, he had to do it.

He arrived at Guangzong City earlier than anyone in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, and without Zhang Banxian paying attention, he led a cavalry army of 100 people under his command to find out the situation in Guangzong City. At that time, he inadvertently caught up with the battle with the Han army, and it was in that battle that he saw the strength of the Han army's generals and saved himself and Guan Hai.

The price, of course, is the little straw man he took out at that time, which is called a stand-in puppet, which can resist a fatal damage for a person, and then put the user into a state of suspended animation. That's why he and Guan Hai were able to survive, of course, the stand-in puppet was gone, and such a precious object was given by Zhang Jiao.

After that, of course, he entered Guangzong City with Guan Hai, although there was a stand-in puppet who suffered a fatal injury for himself, but Zhang Yan was seriously injured! After a few days of recuperation, of course, he continued to wait, because the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army would definitely not be able to appear as soon as possible, and he wanted to find an opportunity to come and eat the Han Army!

So after recuperating, he left Guangzong City and stayed in a hidden place far away outside the city. Finally, the day when the Han army attacked the city, he wore the stars and the moon and came towards the temporary garrison of the Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang.

Soon, after Zhang Yan entered the temporary garrison of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, in a moment, the entire army woke up from its slumber. Begin to pull out the camp, start the rapid march, and head towards Gwangjong City!

This is exactly what Zhang Jiao saw, so he didn't do anything to Zhang Banxian, although he didn't mean to do it.

"You did it?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"You see?" Zhang Banxian didn't answer, but asked. After this, he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his index finger and replied, "Of course." ”

"Zhang Yan is a good general, I don't deny his excellence, if it weren't for his absence in the army, I wouldn't have attacked Zhang Mancheng. Because others don't know, they won't notice it, but that doesn't mean that he won't notice it, even if he catches a little clue, then it may be exposed. ”

Hold your hand in front of you, the blood stained on your index finger is dripping. Zhang Banxian used his thumb to grind it, the blood was viscous, and when the two fingers were separated, there were still blood streaks entangled with each other in the middle.

"So I asked him to come to Guangzong City. I don't know what will happen after this, I just know that when the battle of Gwangjong takes place, he will definitely return to the army. At that time, I was not there, but whether I was there or not, the army would rush to the aid of Guangzong City according to my plan, and attack the Han army inside and outside. ”

"That's why you're killing me." Zhang Jiao was concise and concise about the essence of the problem.

If he dies, he who should be the spiritual pillar of the Yellow Turban Army dies, then the entire Yellow Turban Army will fall into a situation where the dragons are leaderless. At this time, Zhang Banxian, who led the army to help Guangzong, was able to pick his own fruits from it. As for when to take control of the Yellow Turbans? Of course, Zhang Jiao knew that it was just a matter of time, because in the Yellow Turban Army, whether it was his two younger brothers, the Digong General Zhang Bao, or the Rengong General Zhang Liang, or the other Daqu Shuai, they did not have such a deep mind.

With no intention to calculate the heart, how can they fight Zhang Banxian?

"That's right." Zhang Banxian replied.

"Your path is doomed to failure, because the current Yellow Turban Army is all dependent on you alone, and if you lose you, the entire Yellow Turban Army will collapse. And what I want is that everyone is like a dragon! ”

Zhang Banxian's gaze was fanatical, and he seemed to see the world he was looking for, there was no difference, only a world of equality. It is precisely for such a world that he can give anything and gamble on anything!

"Why bother." Zhang Jiao sighed, and there were other meanings in his eyes.

"You should know I'm going to die, right?"

"So whether you want to kill me or not, whether you want to kill me or not, the result is already doomed. Why do you want to make this extra move and make a bad move? ”

"You're going to die?" Zhang Banxian chuckled and shook his head.

He doesn't think so.

"If you are going to die, then you will die long before the Battle of Gwangjong begins!"

Until this time, when Zhang Banxian and Zhang Jiao talked, they would add an honorific title, you. This is because if it weren't for the fact that the world that existed in the imagination but never appeared, or even wouldn't exist, Zhang Banxian might have followed Zhang Jiao forever.

Instead of choosing to kill him, as you do now!

"Is it because of the history of your world?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"Yes."

"So I should have died before the Battle of Gwangjong?" Zhang Jiao sighed again, but there was no fear of his end or other emotions in his words.

"Hahaha." He laughed, heartily.

After a long time, the laughter gradually calmed down, and he said slowly: "Then I'm still alive, it's really amazing." ”

He continued, "That's why you're killing me?" ”

"Yes."

"Because you didn't die as you did in history, I don't know if you're going to die. So, then I have to choose to do it myself. ”

"Although people will eventually die, when faced with what they want to take, they will always think about when to let the person who is holding this thing die quickly and get it themselves. Moreover, I can't wait, and I can't afford to wait. ”

"You're afraid." Zhang Jiao said lightly.

If he is not afraid, then he will not be so eager to take the power that belongs to him Zhang Jiao. It was precisely because of fear, fear that he would not be able to do it, fear that he would not be able to start out of nothing, that forced Zhang Banxian to take this step.

Therefore, people's fears, many things that belong to themselves, emotions, are the real enemies. Many times, it is often not the enemy who defeats you, but yourself.

Zhang Jiao understood, so he was never afraid, not afraid of death, and everything that this brings. All of this is what he has chosen, so he must go on and accept all the consequences of this choice.

He has no regrets.

So he raised his feet and came towards Zhang Banxian.

(End of chapter)