"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The Yellow Turban wrestlers who were splashed by Zhang Jiao's runic water shouted the cold word 'kill' three times in a row. One by one was more solemn and one was more and more sluggish, and with a high roar, their momentum became stronger and stronger.

"Huang Tian's warriors, take down this rebel who dares to offend Huang Tian's majesty, and use his blood to sacrifice Huang Tian!"

Looking at the Han generals who were still killing in their own army, Zhang Jiao's tense mouth and chilling voice made the temperature of the entire bloody battlefield seem to drop a little.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers did not form this formation, and that formation went to strangle Li Cunxiao because they disdained it. After the blessing of Huang Tian, they didn't care how many of their incompetent brothers Li Cunxiao had killed in front of them, they only believed in their own beliefs and their own strength! Pieces of yellow turban wrestlers shouted and rushed up with red eyes, even the brothers who were in their way were sent away by their knives and guns at this moment~

"These people!"

The Yellow Turban Lux has posed a great threat to Li Cunxiao, although none of these people can be regarded as armed forces, but they can't stand their moves regardless of life and death, just to poke or slash Li Cunxiao's armor and leave a few marks. If it weren't for Li Cunxiao's heavy body, he would really be killed by these yellow turban wrestlers. Shocked and suspicious, Li Cunxiao looked at Zhang Jiao in front of the altar still there, muttering something strangely, and decided to try to conflict there again to see where Zhang Jiao's ability limit was. You must know that with these Yellow Turban soldiers called 'Yellow Turban Warriors', it is easy to defeat the well-trained Han army head-on. Li Cunxiao didn't know why Zhang Jiao hadn't sent them out in the previous engagement, but he could clearly think that as long as his figure appeared on the battlefield, it would be inevitable that the Han army would fall one by one, and even the generals below the first-class would be in danger of their lives when they encountered groups of them.

"Zhang Jiao, let me see if your magic can change your life against the sky!"

Li Cunxiao, who thought secretly for a while, out of trust in his own force. After patting the psychic BMW under the seat, he went straight to the direction of the altar where Zhang Jiao was.

……

"Damn it! Is this the divine general who answered the command? ”

Looking at the fact that even the Yellow Turban Lux, who he was most proud of, was killed lightly, Zhang Jiao looked at Li Cunxiao, who was invincible all the way to him, and thought in shock.

"Anti-thief Zhang Jiao, don't run if you have the ability!"

It is getting closer and closer to the altar of Zhang Jiao. Li Cunxiao really used the taunting skills that he had never used on weekdays for the sake of Zhang Jiao's head.

"Hmph, this Heavenly Master is a person who was born in response to orders, how can it be folded in the hands of a mere Han general like you!"

Looking at Li Cunxiao's provocation, Zhang Jiao's eyes were full of disdain and pride. But then he seemed to remember something, and his eyes were full of sadness and helplessness.

"You were born at the behest of the moment? Then I'm still in the sky's care! ”

Li Cunxiao, who was under the armor, pouted disdainfully after hearing Zhang Jiao's stinky words, and replied. And what he didn't know was that he, Li Cunxiao, was indeed born in response to the order, but he was born in response to the life of the protagonist Meng Li.

"Hmph, let me show you the power of this Heavenly Master!"

Seeing that it was still like the harvested wheat falling down one by one, Zhang Jiao, who frowned, couldn't help but make a move.

"Ben will wait and see!"

Li Cunxiao, who snorted coldly, continued to impact, but more and more Yellow Turban wrestlers squeezed him into a difficult step, and every step was a blur of flesh and blood trampled by layers of human corpses.

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"Smack~"

After slamming the table, shaking the wooden sword and grabbing it in his hand, he danced for a while, and after inviting three sticks of incense to be inserted in the incense burner again, Zhang Jiao looked up at the sky and shouted.

"I have three volumes of the Book of Heaven. Please roll in! ”

There was still a dazzling flash of lightning, and then it floated down more and more slowly towards the altar, and Zhang Jiao also stretched out his hand to catch the lightning that ordinary people wanted to retreat for three miles when they saw it.

With the advent of another book of heaven, the previous book of "Dunjia Book of Heaven" that was enshrined on the altar by Zhang Jiao immediately dissipated little by little, and the book that just appeared was not as bright yellow as ever, but white, and the white Cheng dù did not seem to be able to have it in the world at all.

It is still the four big black characters on the top "Dunjia Heavenly Book", and the small mark below is "Human Scroll".

"Han General, Han General, damn it!"

Holding the Zhang Jiao of the book of heaven in his hand with both hands, he looked down at the book of heaven that should not be stored in the world at all. Slowly raised his head and looked at Li Cunxiao, who was slowly approaching him, and said hatefully.

"Uh-huh!"

After biting his index finger again and smearing another drop of blood from his heart on a page of the book, a golden light flashed in Zhang Jiao's eyes. But the counterpart is Zhang Jiaobai's terrifying face. with a trembling body.

Legend has it that there are only twelve drops of blood in people's hearts, and losing one drop will cause a lot of damage to people's bodies, but today's Zhang Jiao's reaction with two drops reflects this legendary saying.

Looking at the white paper flashed with a flash of light and then regained the meaning of ordinary, Li Cunxiao slowly enshrined the Book of Heaven on the altar again, picked up a piece of yellow paper on the altar, and quickly folded the image of a paper man. Turn the paper figure over and fold it with edges and corners. Slowly lifted the horns of his weak arm, looked at Li Cunxiao who was close at hand with a cold face, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"General Han, look at how my Zennis is!"

Zhang Jiao, who threw the yellow paper in his hand, immediately endured the exhaustion that came from him and shouted at Li Cunxiao.

"Humph!"

Looking at Zhang Jiao, who was still dying in his eyes, Li Cunxiao just tightened the weapons in his hands and continued to fight the horse forward.

"Paper General!"

As soon as the paper figure landed, Zhang Jiao behind the altar roared angrily with round eyes. And with his roar, the paper figure that had just landed lightly fell to the ground as if it had been thrown into the ground, raising a specious dust.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Although he said this, Li Cunxiao's eyes gradually condensed. Zhang Jiao is not one of those warlocks who brag nonsense, but a demon who really knows how to spell, such a loud noise, what comes out must be extraordinary, be careful yourself, it's not an exaggeration!

After a burst of yellow and white smoke and dust drifted away, in the blurred vision of everyone, a big man in armor with a height of about two meters and a half and thick hands and feet appeared in the smoke. (To be continued.) )