"Knives!"

An Jingsi suddenly let out a deep sigh, and then, Zi Xiaowei moved when he heard the sound, and immediately hung up his spear and took out his battle knife. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now the Yellow Turban wrestlers only have one vital point in their heads, so even if they pierce their throats, they will not die;

Therefore, the effect of the spear is already minimal, and it is not as pleasant as the sword.

At least the war knife can be slashed at the head and get rid of the troubles forever!

"Rush!"

Once again, a monotonous but murderous word order spat out from Jing Si's mouth, and Zi Xiaowei immediately slapped his horse and sped up......

Between the staggering, the head of the Yellow Turban Lux is constantly being harvested, but there is also a constant blur of flesh and blood from the smashed horses under the Zixiao Guard or the crotch;

Zixiaowei has a variety of exclusive small arrays and large arrays, and the cooperation and care between each other are very tacit;

But after all, the Yellow Turban Lux is not a dry meal, and they are also full of threats when they launch ruthlessly.

Fortunately, there was Jing Si, an invincible fierce general, who was rampage at the front, so Zi Xiaowei's impact speed was not affected much, and he was still galloping like flying.

After Zi Xiaowei came out of the Yellow Turban Force's army, An Jingsi glanced at it roughly, and Zi Xiaowei had almost lost more than 300 people;

In just one round of confrontation, Zixiao Wei has fallen so much, and this is the first time;

An Jingsi's heart couldn't help but feel heavy, although more than 10,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers had fallen, but such a price was not something he could accept!

The mixed iron lance in his hand tightened slightly, and An Jingsi suddenly shouted:

"You harass with bows and arrows from both sides to weaken the enemy's forces;

As for the harvesting of human heads, it will be handed over to the general! ”

Many Zixiao guards were slightly stunned, but they didn't make a sound;

Silence split into two waves, then turned the horse's head and began to outflank the Yellow Turban Lux.

The military order is the mountain, and the mission must be achieved!

Zi Xiaowei never talks nonsense, and they also have a lot of confidence in An Jingsi.

Although, An Jingsi has to face more than 90,000 enemy troops alone!

As Zi Xiaowei ran away one after another, An Jingsi exhaled slightly, and a strong look of excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He has never had a real strength, nor has he ever had a hearty big battle!

Although Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Fu Hu aroused his interest that day, they never forced out his background;

Today's tens of thousands of Yellow Turban wrestlers have aroused his fighting spirit;

Ninety thousand people is a lot, but his internal strength is already as vast as a lake, even if it supports him to fight for a day and a night, there will be no problem.

Among them, there are thousands of Yellow Turban wrestlers at the level of the Eighth Order Praetorian Guard who can bring some threats;

As for the others, they never put it in his eyes at all.

"Kill!"

The tiger roared, the four hooves of the five-grade war horse under his crotch were like flying, and An Jingsi carried the mixed iron lance to kill the army of Yellow Turban wrestlers who had also turned over.

Seeing that the opposing main general was alone and wanted to impact everyone on his side, the people in the Yellow Turban camp in the field were stunned for a while, and at the same time, their hearts were filled with righteous indignation and rage!

It's too arrogant!

Although that person's previous strength had already shown his unrivaled posture, how could they stand it with no one in their eyes?

Cheng Yuanzhi was even more angry, this thief really had no one in his holy army?

Under the anger, Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly rushed to the front of the army, raised the hammer and roared, and then greeted the army with rage.

The wind is strong, the dust is flying, and occasionally there are dead leaves floating in it, which brings a touch of solemnity and gloom to the battlefield here.

At the time of hedging, An Jingsi's originally burly figure suddenly seemed a little weak and thin.

The galloping figure looked like a moth about to pounce on a raging fire, or like a small egg rolling towards the heavy boulder!

The mantis arm wants to be a car, it is no longer self-sufficient, but self-defeating!

But the focus of this battle, or the protagonist - An Jingsi, instead of the slightest fear and cowardice, he still sang loudly, looking full of momentum.

"The boy hunts by himself, and the prey comes.

Pale wasteland, drumming yellow east wind.

I have an iron lance, and I have nine days to shake the earth.

I am arrogant, who is the enemy of all beings?

The vicissitudes of the sea turn into mulberry fields, and the war spirit is bright and sunny.

The white clouds are like a dog, and the prestige is in the stars!

How dare you be a local chicken and a dog?

……”

This song is sonorous and powerful in the swaying wind, and it wants to penetrate the wind wall and resound in the nine heavens!

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were originally roaring angrily, couldn't help but tremble at this time;

Looking at the thin figure rushing towards him, he suddenly felt as majestic and majestic as Mount Tai, so difficult to shake......

Zi Xiaowei, who had already circled the sides of the Yellow Turban Lux army, looked slightly excited, and his eyes were also high-pitched and proud.

An Jingsi is his No. 1 fierce general of Wuji, and their Zixiao Wei is also the No. 1 powerhouse of Wuji.

What they symbolize is the strongest combat power of the infinite power, and they also have absolute self-confidence and arrogance!

No matter what the enemy, they will not be afraid in the slightest!

The bow in his hand bends quickly, and the sharp arrow is lightly armed, and this gale is both an obstacle and a help;

As long as it is used well, it can turn disadvantages into strength, so that the killing power of arrows can be greatly increased.

However, the Yellow Turban wrestlers are constantly dead, so they have to shoot at each other's arms and lower limbs.

As long as you can paralyze the movement of enemy soldiers, or shoot the arm that holds the weapon, it will be a good gain.

Sharp arrows flew in all directions, and the muffled snort continued, and at this moment, An Jingsi finally rushed to the front of the Yellow Turban Lux.

Cheng Yuanzhi was originally full of confidence, but after An Jingsi's strong singing, he suddenly felt a little worried in his heart;

It's just that it's hard to sneak back at the moment.

After all, he is the commander of the Yellow Turban Force, and at this time, the Heavenly Father and the Human Father are also looking at him;

If you turn around and shrink into the queue at this time, then when this battle is over, Tiangong will definitely cook himself!

In desperation, Cheng Yuanzhi simply abandoned distracting thoughts and adjusted his state to the best;

Then, when An Jingsi's war horse reached five meters in front of him, he suddenly picked up the sledgehammer and smashed it towards the horse's belly.

The hammer was successfully pulled out, but Cheng Yuanzhi was suddenly shocked to find that there was no trace of the other party in front of him......

In the next moment, Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly saw the other party's back again, but why was this scene upside down? And it's still spinning?

Cheng Yuanzhi couldn't figure out the reason anymore, because the next moment he lost all consciousness and sank into endless darkness forever......

Seeing that his own commander was smashed off his head in a photo, the yellow turban wrestlers in front of him were all stunned.

However, in the state of the Dharma of Sanctification, it is impossible for them to have the emotion of fear.

Therefore, he was only slightly stunned, and the next moment, the wrestlers screamed and threw themselves at An Jingsi......

With the iron lance in hand, the gods and demons are easy!

The wind was blowing, but the mixed iron lance in An Jingsi's hand was even more terrifying.

Its shadows weave into a howling storm, interspersed with endless rain of blood and bloody winds.

It's like a mighty tank equipped with a perpetual motion machine galloping across the huge straw man hunting ground, no one can stop it, and no one can shake its edge!

The severed head is purring, the stumps are flying, the blood is splashing, and life is thinner than paper!

An Jingsi's horse slammed back and forth through the crowd, and his unparalleled speed made it difficult for everyone to see if the weapon in his hand was still there......

The shadows were heavy, the blood stained the earth, and behind each shadow was the loss of several lives......

After most of the half an hour of fighting, the battlefield here was already full of corpses, and the thick blood spread out, converging into red streams;

An Jingsi's war horse has long since disappeared, and it seems that it has been smashed into meat sauce by the angry Yellow Turban Warrior......

Killing more than ten people again, An Jingsi stopped a little breathlessly, looked around at the surrounding mountains of corpses like hills, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

90,000 Yellow Turban Lux, now 60,000!

Most of the remaining 30,000 people are also disabled to varying degrees, if Zixiao Wei is summoned, it will be completely solved soon!

One person slaughtered 60,000, and it is also a powerful special class, which must not be believed by few people.

In fact, the reason why An Jingsi was able to have such an amazing record was thanks to the assistance of Zi Xiaowei's rain of arrows.

Although it is difficult for arrows to directly kill Yellow Turban wrestlers, they can reduce their combat power and slow down their ability to move.

And An Jingsi himself is actually not easy, most of the internal force that was originally as vast as a great lake has been consumed, and his arms are also a little sore;

In addition, after looking at a few wounds on his body, a trace of coldness crossed his quiet eyes.

It was the first time he had ever been injured!

Although they were all minor injuries, it was a shame for him!

Those eighth-order Praetorian Guards were indeed extremely extraordinary, if there was no Zixiao Guard by his side to assist;

If the number of them reaches 20,000, it will definitely pose a great threat to themselves!

However, no matter how powerful they are, they have all turned into dry bones at this moment, and the rest are only some weak troops with different disabilities.

After all, Zi Xiaowei is still shallow, and it is worth the loss to fight with such a sergeant, so An Jingsi stood up alone.

Now, the goal has been achieved, and there is no suspense in handing over the mess to Zi Xiaowei.

"Whew! Attack! ”

An Jingsi suddenly let out a long roar, and then spit out a loud word "attack".

The arrows carried by Zi Xiaowei had long been exhausted, and he was a little bored waiting, but when he heard the order, his eyes suddenly flashed with joy;

Then he drew his knife and rushed towards his prey......

During the time when An Jingsi stopped attacking, the Yellow Turban Warrior, who was originally impossible to be afraid, did not dare to step forward for some reason.

Looking at the blood-colored figure that seemed to be soaked in blood, something called instinct began to flood in the hearts of the remnants of the Yellow Turban Lux.

Warriors are invincible in the world, how can a weak body resist it?

No matter how powerful the spell is, it can't escape the constraints of heaven and earth after all, just like the instinct of fear breaks through the confinement of the spell at this time...... (To be continued.) )