"Click." The spear in Guan Hai's hand, when he was slashed by the halberd, was no longer overwhelmed, and broke off from the middle, becoming the end of each of his hands.

As early as the second blow, Guan Hai's spear was already overwhelmed, and there was a gap in the part that was slashed by the halberd. The current break is just a matter of course, and there are no unexpected results.

"Bang!"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the whole ground shook violently. A little emotion appeared in Zhan Feng's eyes, a little surprise, and those flying grains of sand swept across his cheek, bringing out a small blood streak. He could perceive that what the halberd hit was not the touch of flesh and blood, but the earth.

The whole earth in the dust, in the part hit by the halberd blade, along the surrounding side, there were cracks.

Zhan Feng jumped backwards, his ears moving, and the halberd quickly stirred in the dust, and the earthy yellow dust and sand quickly changed shape. "Bell" twice, two feather arrows were hit by him, and they fell to the ground weakly.

"Probably, this is life."

"Hahahaha......" he laughed, without the slightest hint of loss on his face. After all, this halberd failed, for him it was just a small probability of an accident, life is full of too many accidents after all, and no accidents are not life.

Regretful? This is not a pity.

The halberd is broken at the end of the halberd and embedded in the soil. Zhan Feng took a deep breath, ignoring the visible and invisible sand and dust in front of him, completely inhaled into his lungs, and quickly adjusted the aura that had become scattered due to the three blows of the wind.

His whole body became focused and tense, every nerve stirred, and he waited with full attention. The previous defeat did not affect him much at all, at most he was a little surprised, and after that, he entered a state of imminent battle.

The Zhan family, with Zhan as his surname, fights in the battlefield, for many Zhan Jia's children, it is as familiar as drinking water and eating. Any response, mentality, has been deeply rooted in the bones, because those who can't adapt to it have already died on the battlefield.

In the smoke and dust, Guan Hai's whole person was lying on the ground in a large shape, and there was still a trace of surprise in his eyes. In front of him, it was the place where Zhan Feng's halberd fell, and those shattered and splashed sand and gravel left large and small marks on Guan Hai's face, and the flesh and blood were blurred. If he hadn't closed his eyes in time, I was afraid that Guan Hai would have been blind at this time, because some gravel with sharp corners brought out a deep blood stain, which tore a large piece of flesh and skin.

He was dragged backwards, his armor rubbing against the ground, he didn't have to think too much, and Guan Hai knew how embarrassed he was now. Compared to surviving, no matter how embarrassed it is, it is nothing.

Throwing away the broken gun in his hand, Guan Hai quickly stood up and retreated towards the smoke and dust. As soon as he ran, the two bowstrings hummed in his ears, the whistling of feathered arrows, and the air currents that swept by, were close at hand.

As soon as the dust came out, Guan Hai saw a young military general he didn't know standing outside. The young warrior was lowering his bow, and there was a coldness on his rock-hard face.

He is Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan who first marched to Guangzong, and when observing the battlefield situation, he saw the danger of life and death of Guan Hai after the break, and Zhang Yan who came to save him from the side. It's just a little bit, even Zhang Yan's heart is beating wildly, because Guan Hai is almost a fist away, and he will be slashed by the tip of the halberd!

"Let's go. He dodged my two arrows, and now the Han army pursued them more fiercely. If you don't go, you really can't go. The general spoke, patted the war horse on his side, and he turned over on another war horse.

"Okay." Guan Hai replied and ran towards the war horse, without asking the name of the general. Now these politeness are unnecessary, as long as you leave the battlefield, then there is too much time to greet and thank you, and now every second counts.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yan snorted lightly, and suddenly frowned.

He drew his bow again, his eyes fixed on the dust that was about to disperse, and through the thin layer, he saw a looming figure moving forward quickly.

After Guan Hai got on the war horse, he found Zhang Yan's strange appearance, and also looked back. I also saw the shadow that Zhang Yan saw, it was a person, a person who was moving quickly.

"Woohoo." Zhang Yan clamped the horse's belly and let the war horse gallop forward. He always maintained a turning posture, and the time between the time when the arrows were drawn from the quiver and between the time they were put on the bowstring and the time between their final shot was only four or five breaths.

Feathered arrows shot out quickly, and the target was directed at the shadow. It's just that Zhang Yan's brows are furrowing deeper and deeper, because that person, that shadow, is quickly chasing after them

Guan Hai could see more clearly where the arrows were falling, all pointing to a figure. Shot? As soon as this thought rose in his heart, the arrow that hit the target continued to fly backwards, and the person who was shot suddenly disappeared.

Afterimage! It's all afterimages!

Zhang Yan's brows furrowed even deeper It was precisely because of this that his arrows shot accurately and quickly, but they were useless! Because he couldn't catch it, or he did catch it, but he eventually lost it, so that so many arrows, all of them were afterimages! Those illusory shadows, leaving a series of humanoid silhouettes that froze for a moment, disappeared in an instant.

Who is it? Who is it? The fingers trembled, and in the process of pulling the bowstring over and over again, the skin of the index and middle fingers touching the bowstring was worn and blood oozed out. Zhang Yan didn't pay much attention to it, because the shadow trail was getting closer and closer!

Is that a person or something? Zhang Yan can judge that he is a human being, but how can a person have the speed to catch up with the war horse and forcibly shorten the distance between the two?

"Sun Wentai? Awesome ......" Zhan Feng shrugged helplessly, watching Sun Jian's figure fade away in front of him, and finally disappear.

The wind that swept past him, no, it was a person, and in the entire Han army, only Sun Jian, a Jiangdong tiger, could do it. The cloud from the dragon, the wind from the tiger, this tiger that makes the wind obedient, finally showed his own fangs after he missed.

"The pride of the tigers?" Zhan Feng shook his head and said to himself with a smile.

Sun Jian's pride is that he will not compete with him for prey, and two people will besiege one person. This just happens to be the pride of Zhan Feng, but his footsteps, no, it is a war horse, which is faster than Sun Jian, and he is the first to fight with the Yellow Turban enemy general.

This kind of pride is exactly what the two of them are similar. Although it is ridiculous to talk about fairness on the battlefield, as long as he can, he would rather be proud.

(End of chapter)