Zhang Yan and Guan Hai did not escape, both of them stood in place, with a tense face and a whole body on guard. He knew he couldn't escape, and he chased after the man at a speed that he was afraid that they wouldn't be able to run far before they could be overtaken.

If you can't run, why run again? Why run away? There may be a glimmer of life left to face it, but as long as the back is exposed, it is equivalent to giving up this glimmer of life and letting others slaughter it. Because in the fight to the death, it is taboo to expose your back to the enemy! What's more, what they are facing is such a terrifying enemy!

Guan Hai held a long knife in his hand and waved it a few times, his eyes staring at the figure that was already coming. It was the only weapon he had taken off his horse, and it was the only weapon in his hand now, and it was the familiar cold touch that didn't give him a sense of security. This was completely unimaginable in the past, he was confident that he had a knife in his hand, and there was nowhere in the world, but now, this battle is a martial art that dominates the world, and the long knife in his hand is cold, but I am afraid that even his life cannot be protected.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and Guan Hai took a few deep breaths to calm his chaotic state of mind. It's just that he knows that it still doesn't have much effect, the halberd before and the person who followed behind have left a deep imprint on his heart, shattering his pride.

There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, but he only understands this truth now.

"I don't know who you are, but as a brother in the sect, it's good to die here alone. So, you go quickly, I don't know how much time I can buy, I don't know if I can stop him, I can go one by one. Guan Hai slashed across his chest, moved his right foot behind him, and was ready to fight against the water. Even if he is not sure, he must fight, he can only fight to the death, even if he is killed by others, it is better than not resisting.

Die, and he will burst the teeth of those who killed him!

Zhang Yan shook his head slowly, there was no trace of cowardice in his eyes, and he said, "No, I can't leave." Instead of thinking about leaving, it's better to stay, I don't believe that there is no way to fight him with the two of us! ”

"My name is Zhang Yan."

"Good! Brother Zhang Yan, today Guan Hai will live and die with you and fight happily together! Guan Hai couldn't help but feel a heroic spirit in his chest. Yes, how can he win if he doesn't fight and worry about defeat? Before they could fight, they thought that they were defeated and died, and this is really defeated!

What's more, here, he's not alone! There is also Zhang Yan by his side, as well as the Yellow Turban soldiers who also stayed with him, these soldiers who voluntarily stayed behind are the most elite soldiers under Zhao Hong and his command, and they are determined, otherwise they would not take the initiative to take on this task of breaking off without knowing life and death.

Now not far from him and Zhang Yan, there are many Yellow Turban Army soldiers who are still fighting hard, and these people are the power that Guan Hai can control. Although bullying more and less is a means that Guan Hai would not choose in the past, but now, he is standing at a disadvantage, and this kind of method is not impossible to use. On the battlefield, no matter what the method, no matter what the means, as long as you can win and let him survive, this is a good means!

"All the armies obey the order, move closer to me as the center, and the sword and shield soldiers stand in front!" Guan Hai commanded loudly.

Immediately, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, who were not far from them, immediately retreated, got rid of the entanglement with the Han soldiers, and came to their side. The shield in the hands of the sword and shield soldiers was erected, and an iron wall was built in front of Guan Hai.

There is some unbearability in his eyes, but Guan Hai knows that once it will be successful, this shield wall may not be able to stop that person, and those sword and shield soldiers may also die, as long as they can win, those prices are acceptable.

Yes, as long as you can win, even if all these broken soldiers die. As long as you don't die......

This selfish thought flashed through Guan Hai's heart. He raised his head and shouted, "Spearmen forward, stand in formation!" ”

"Yes!" The Yellow Turban spearmen beside Guan Hai responded violently, and ran forward one after another, holding spears in both hands, each standing in their chosen position, and after a while, a neat queue was formed. Calm down, the sharp tip of the spear pointed forward, and when the enemy crashes in, it will stab the spear out.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yan's eyes flashed with a different color, and she couldn't help nodding her head lightly. At first, he saved Guan Hai, but simply because of his martial arts and the courage to choose to break off in such a desperate situation. Until now, he has seen Guan Hai's brave and reckless side, if he doesn't know how to fight, then he will always be a general, but he is not a general who can lead the army. So, he didn't save the wrong!

From his bosom came a small scarecrow, this scarecrow was very ridiculous and rough, like a naughty child tied at random. The straw on his body was a mess, and if it weren't for the outline of a person's limbs, I'm afraid no one would treat it as a humanoid object. What's even more bizarre is that on the scarecrow's chest, there is also a white note with a blank space on it.

It's just strange that Zhang Yan's expression is very solemn, and some muscles on her face are still trembling unconsciously, and the pain is incomparable. He stretched out his index finger and bit a piece of skin on his index finger with his teeth, and the blood flowed out quickly, and then wrote the word Guan Hai on the white paper on the scarecrow's chest.

The last stroke fell, and the moist blood on it quickly coagulated and coagulated. In an instant, Guan Hai's face appeared on the scarecrow's face, which had no facial features, and immediately disappeared. There was a flame, burning from the scarecrow's body, showing a light purple color, but Zhang Yan's hand always held the scarecrow tightly, did not let go, let the flame burn in his palm, and there was no trace of pain on his face.

There is no temperature, but cold, this is the touch of the flame that Zhang Yan touched. It wasn't until the scarecrow finished burning and became a pile of ashes in Zhang Yan's palm that he finally let go of his palm, and let the ashes in his palm fly forward by the wind.

The ashes were carried by the wind and drifted towards Guan Hai. It's just that the ashes are scattered in the air, and no one can detect it.

Step by step, step by step, Sun Jian's footsteps did not stop. From the arrows of the war blade, they appeared in his field of vision, and from the two Yellow Turban thieves about to fall off the back of the war horse, his footsteps never changed that strange rhythm from beginning to end.

He is running at his own pace, chasing in the direction of his heart, and he will not change his plan because of any change. Even those Yellow Turban soldiers along the road, even the shield wall that appeared at the end of his road now, seemed like nothingness in Sun Jian's eyes, and he turned a blind eye.

No matter if one person, two people, ten people, or a hundred people, there is no way to change the final result. For him, after all, everything is the same, just struggle, only killing.

Killing one person is also killing, killing two people is also killing, hundreds, thousands of people are killing. In the face of these rebellious ministers and thieves, disturbing the people who are now under him, Sun Jian's murderous intent is extremely heavy, so big that when he ordered the execution of those exiles who were coerced, he did not have any sympathy.

If sympathy is useful, it may be that the world is peaceful now, and maybe those people who died after the Yellow Turban crossing did not have to die in vain. If sympathy is useful, then he Sun Jian is not the current Sun Jian, as early as the moment he met ****, he may have died along with his father.

Therefore, sympathy is useless, oneself sympathy, and winning the sympathy of others cannot change the essence of things. On this day, this earth, this world, there will be no sympathy for a person who needs to be sympathetic, and only he can control his own destiny, and no one can persecute him!

This is the truth that Sun Jian realized when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the simplest truth is that everything is only taken from the knife.

"It's here." He let out a breath and let out a vague murmur. It seemed to be joy, or sigh, but his emotions were not revealed at all.

Looking at the shield, his feet stepped on the solid ground, and catapulted out at a faster speed, without pausing, and slammed straight towards the shield wall. The ancient ingot knife also broke away from the only movement in his way, slashing from top and diagonally.

The blood droplets on the body of the knife were all shaken, jumping, and going up and down the body of the ancient ingot knife. A sparkling sword light appeared, brilliant as the stars in the sky, and at this moment, it overshadowed the light of the sun in the sky.

"Sneering...... The entire shield was like a piece of tissue paper being split, and in front of the blade of the ancient ingot knife, the slightest resistance could not be done, and it was split in half like that. Sun Jian stepped into the shield wall, and the Yellow Turbans, who were also divided into two halves, pierced through the corpses of each half that had fallen to the left and right.

Although the shield wall is good, the thief general in command is extremely stupid, because he does not need to destroy the entire row of shield walls, he only needs to destroy one side of it and pass through it. Therefore, when Sun Jian broke through the shield wall composed of sword and shield soldiers, he did not delay too much time.

"This ......" Seeing this, Guan Hai also found that he was negligent, but he had no chance to adjust again.

He and Zhang Yan glanced at each other, and the two nodded at the same time, without the slightest hesitation, rushing towards Sun Jian, who had already entered the gun array. They all knew very well that the shield wall and the gun array could not resist Sun Jian, at most it consumed his physical strength, but did this person's physical strength really consume it? In their opinion, this is a fierce beast in the form of a human, otherwise how could they catch up with them with a pair of legs?

Sun Jian stepped into the gun array without a pause, in front of him, those spearmen who saw Sun Jian's arrival stabbed the spears in their hands fiercely, they didn't even see whether they were stabbed or not, they just stabbed out according to the usual training. However, one of the Yellow Turban spearmen in the very center lowered his head, and his entire upper body fell to the ground, and the spear in his hand was cut in two. Next to him was the Yellow Turban spearmen with the same spear in two, looking at the dead companions next to him, their faces were shocked, but they all had the same kind of fear.

Break the surface with a point. Sun Jian has the strength to tear apart a formation alone, and that's because he doesn't need to destroy the entire surface, he only needs to break a point. What's more, these Yellow Turban soldiers have not really been trained to the point where soldiers are familiar with each other, entrusting each other's lives with each other, and integrating into one. Otherwise, the sword formation, shield formation, or spear formation formed by such soldiers would be extremely tricky no matter who encountered it, and even Sun Jian was one of them.

Because it's not one person fighting against one person, it's one person fighting against a dozen people.

By this time, Sun Jian's footsteps had finally slowed down and become heavy. He chased for hundreds of meters, chasing two war horses with a pair of legs, in fact, if there were no two arrows from the battle front, it was unknown whether he could catch up or not.

But now? Since he has caught up, then either he dies or the prey dies!

"Die!" Guan Hai greeted him and let out an angry roar.

This is a battlefield that belongs to him, there is no one else, only Sun Jian in front of him, and even Zhang Yan who is following him is temporarily forgotten by Guan Hai. There was only Sun Jian in his eyes, his face, his body, and his long knife, which was also chopped.

Knife to knife, Guan Hai swore that he had never slashed such a knife. The sword light is like a waterfall, indomitable, abandoning the boundary between life and death, he used his spirit to burn, in exchange for the shattering of the world in front of him.

"Broken Waterfall."

Sun Jian dropped the knife, the knife weighed a thousand pounds, and the wind rushing in front of him was cut off because of this knife, and the whole thing was pressed down, and it fell to the ground in reverse, shaking the fine dust and sand on it.

"Bell." The two knives slashed against each other, and the collision of the blades made a crisp sound. Then, the sound of the blade shattering came, Guan Hai was obviously stunned, and saw that the blade of the long knife in his hand was broken into two pieces, and only the one part of the handle he was holding was held, and the remaining half of it had been thrown out and inserted diagonally into the ground at his feet.

From surprise to calmness at the end, no one knows how Guan Hai feels in his heart now. Probably that's a kind of effort, right?

Sun Jian passed by him, and a layer of fine blood on the blade of the ancient ingot knife flowed down the edge of the blade, dripping down. Behind him, a cloud of blood burst out, blood splattered from Guan Hai's headless neck, and as his headless corpse fell, it hung upside down to the side, like a half-hung rainbow with only one color, red.

After more than that, Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife was lifted and danced lightly. Every time there is a slight pause, there will be a "bell", this collision sound does not fall, jumping rapidly, like a string of wind chimes that are constantly being pulled by the wind.

In front of Sun Jian, there were dense shadows of guns, and Zhang Yan's spear stabbed out again and again, and there was reality in the void, and there was reality in the reality. His spear stabbed extremely fast, and if it were someone else, it might have been pierced a long time ago, and there were countless blood holes on his body. But the sound of the collision between iron and iron clearly reminded Zhang Yan that his gun was blocked again and again.

Again and again, the head of the spear stabbed on the edge of the knife, but it was shaken apart by a kind of agitation force. Even if it was closed with a single touch, the force of this shock made Zhang Yan have to use more force when he stabbed the spear next time to maintain such a fast frequency.

Beads of sweat were on his forehead, and his arms began to go numb, but he still gritted his teeth and didn't give up. Suddenly, his movements stopped, and the shaft of the spear was firmly grasped by a hand.

The head of the spear hovered in front of Sun Jian's chest, and the tip of the spear was only the thickness of a hair's length from Sun Jian's body, as long as he used a little more force, he could stab the spear into Sun Jian's body, which was only wearing a light armor. But the spear was still motionless, no matter how hard Zhang Yan tried, there was no way to make the spear move forward again, which was not close at all, but it seemed to be far away from the horizon.

"I know you've been waiting for me for a long time, and even one of you has used your life to create this opportunity. It's just a pity that it didn't work. ”

"But don't be sorry, you two died together anyway." Sun Jian pulled the spear to the side inch by inch, and his palm suddenly loosened, and he dodged forward.

The ancient ingot knife stabbed through Zhang Yan's chest and abdomen, not reaching the position where only the handle remained, and the tip of the knife at the other end stabbed out from Zhang Yan's back. Pressing Zhang Yan's shoulder, Sun Jian pulled out the ancient ingot knife inch by inch, and finally pushed him, and Zhang Yan fell backwards weakly.

"It's not over yet." Sun Jian turned around, and the blade of the ancient ingot knife accurately struck the head of a spear. Looking at the Yellow Turban soldiers around him, he took a deep breath with a strong smell of blood and moved forward again.

(End of chapter)