The state is connected to the border line of Sizhou, the Yuan family's army is millions of people, and the towering Sizhou city wall is ushered in as if it is a black cloud that stretches for thousands of miles in the sky, and the thunder and lightning brewing in it can destroy the city or not, it is still unknown.

And in front of the Yuan family's million-strong army, there is a burly man with a horizontal sword, the big man's face is already a little fierce, coupled with his scar from his left forehead to his right jaw, his hideous face is the icing on the cake.

This is a man who has no good looks, but has a strong murderous aura.

He is the two major generals of the Yuan family, Yan Chou outside of Liangyan.

Yan Chou's cultivation is profound, his eyesight is far beyond ordinary people, he saw a man who was even more fierce than his appearance on the towering and magnificent Sizhou city wall.

If he looks like a wicked man who kills people without blinking, that man's face is the biggest bandit in the world.

It is said that each other is born from the heart, so Yan Chou can imagine that the young man who stood with his hands in the city and carried three knives on his back was definitely not simple, nor was he a good person.

This battle is very difficult to fight, but it still has to be fought, losing Yuzhou, Liangyan is leading a large army to meet Lin Qi and Lu Wenhou, and both sides are pressing at the same time, so that it is possible to completely defeat Ji Yu.

For Yan Chou and these generals, Ji Yu is an unimaginable myth, it is an unattainable mountain, and it is almost impossible to remove this mountain.

However, they still want to move the mountain, because conquering the highest mountain in their worldview is an unimaginable experience.

The strategy of attacking from the east to the west, and attacking from the front and back is indeed a very good strategy, and when you think about it, it is really possible to move mountains.

Thinking of this, Yan Chou was full of motivation.

Some people face myths, because of awe, but do not dare to have any resistance, only to accept it.

And some people face myths, although they are in awe, they will have the highest respect to try to shake the myths and surpass them.

Yan Chou, apparently the latter.

Fu Bang, who was standing on the city wall of Sizhou, naturally saw the Yan Chou under the city, and also saw the ugly and fierce face, but he didn't feel anything.

In this world, there are very few people who can make him feel uneasy and afraid, except for Daqin, some monsters in the Donghua Continent, and an unfathomable Ji Yu, he doesn't care about anyone else.

So, he touched the three knives behind him, the corners of his lips rose slightly, turned his head to look at Fan Kuan, who was holding a broadsword on the side, and said, "Are you going to play with him?"

Fan Kuan scratched his head and said, "The other party's cultivation is quite high, I'm afraid of losing the face of an adult." ”

Fu Bang grinned and said: "You and I are brothers, no one will lose anyone's face, go ahead, you should sharpen yourself." ”

Fan Kuan nodded, and then squeezed out a bit of fierceness with a loyal expression.

He carried his broadsword and walked to the top of the wall, and then jumped down from the towering wall, and suddenly the earth trembled, and the earth under his feet cracked a few inches, and sank directly within a small square inch.

In the flying dust, Yan Chou was looking at this tall young man with a broad knife.

This man is brave!

This is Yan Chou's first impression of Fan Kuan.

But when he saw the military uniform Fan Kuan was wearing, he frowned again.

Such a brave young man, although his cultivation has not yet reached a certain level, and he cannot gallop on the battlefield like some famous generals, but he can always please the people above.

Therefore, no matter where such a person goes, he can't be a mere pro-guard, is this Ji Yu's method of governing the army, rigorous and invisible, and the rewards and punishments are not clear?

Thinking of this, Yan Chou couldn't help but feel a little curious, so he asked, "Are you just a personal guard?"

Fan Kuan nodded and said, "I haven't made a great contribution yet, and now I just became Lord Fu Bang's personal guard as soon as I entered the barracks, which is already a bit unruly and reasonable." ”

Hearing this, Yan Chou was stunned at first, then raised his head and laughed, saying, "Do you know what position a person like you, a cultivator like you, should hold in other places?"

Fan Kuan asked you a little blankly: "What should you be?"

Yan Chou raised his eyebrows slightly, and said a little proudly: "At least you have to be a striker, even if you are not a striker, you have to be a subordinate or partial general, and you are just a personal soldier here, aren't you wronged?"

Fan Kuan was stunned and asked very puzzled: "If there is no meritorious service, how can you be a forward, a general, or a partial general?"

Yan Chou laughed and said, "There is no merit, but you have potential." ”

His laughter is not laughing at Yan Chou's ignorance, but a kind of pride, a kind of joy to teach future generations that he knows how to embark on a farther road, and the joy of making his back less detours.

However, when Fan Kuan heard this, his face sank, and he said: "There is no merit, but because of his potential and value, he wants to be in a high position, so the merit that others have worked hard for countless lives is not cheap." ”

"With such unclear rewards and punishments, and such lax military discipline, it's no wonder that you warlords of the Later Han Dynasty are difficult to compare with General Ji Yu. ”

His very honest words undoubtedly poked Yan Chou's sore spot, what they were most unwilling to admit was moved to the surface, and ordinary people wanted to kill people.

Yan Chou, he is an ordinary person, so he has murderous intentions towards Fan Kuan.

His face sank, and the long knife in his hand suddenly raised, emitting a terrifying cold glow in the pale golden sunlight, and then slashed towards Fan Kuan's head like a lightning speed.

Immediately kill the horse, and naturally there is a benefit of borrowing strength from high to low.

Looking at the knife that swept like a wind, Fan Kuan was not in a hurry at all, he raised the broadsword in his hand and slammed it upward.

The blade was thick, like the arm of a giant.

But it was an incomparably sharp, very cold sword.

The two knives collided, and a muffled thunderous explosion resounded for several miles, and Yan Chou almost fell off his horse, but he still tightened the reins, but the war horse under his crotch neighed in pain.

Fan Kuan slipped out directly, and the combat boots under his feet had been shattered, turning into countless powders scattered everywhere, and some were blown away by the cold wind.

And between him and Yan Chou, a deep scratch appeared, as if a huge chariot had been crushed on the ground, you can imagine how huge the force of the collision just now.

Perhaps because of the gap in cultivation, Fan Kuan suffered some minor injuries, and blood continued to drip down the corners of his lips.

The long knife in Yan Chou's hand waved, the tip of the knife pointed directly at Fan Kuan, who was gasping for breath, and the broadsword was pestled on the ground, and he sincerely appreciated: "You are very good!"

But after saying this, he suddenly changed his words and said: "But unfortunately, you chose the wrong team, so I still want to kill you!"

With a tyrannical roar, the long knife in Yan Chou's hand suddenly brightened a little, and the aura between heaven and earth surged towards his long knife and the right hand holding the knife.

It feels like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, which is Yan Chou's killer move.

And although Fan Kuan felt that Yan Chou's knife might be very strong, he didn't flinch, just stared at him, stabbed a squat, and then picked up the broadsword and raised it high.

The tip of the broadsword pointed straight to the sky, and his hands held the handle of the broadsword, and the aura was surging like a sea tide.

Breaking through the sea with a knife, it seems that someone has ever played such a play?

Fu Bang looked at the scene under the city and thought thoughtfully. 11