The iron rod swept away, with a huge force, and the wind broke through the surrounding Han soldiers directly dozens of feet away, smashing a deep pit on the ground!

With one blow, Guan Hai raised the iron rod in his hand again, pointed to the vanguard who opened and closed in the Yellow Turban Army, seven in and seven out, and said angrily:

"The guy at the front of the Han army, report your name to Lao Tzu!"

"A certain family is in charge of Hai's subordinates, and he doesn't kill the nameless!"

The sword flashed, and blood sprayed out along the enemy's neck, splashing onto Sun Jian's cheeks, adding a bit of bloodlust to his already fierce aura.

Looking at the past, it is like a tiger in the mountains, which is terrifying.

Sun Jian, who was about to rush into the Yellow Turban Army with the iron horse again, heard the sound next to him, and just wanted to turn his head sideways, he was surprised to feel a chill rising from the back of his head, and then his whole body was instantly alerted, and he pulled the horse's back with his spirits, and the horse was in pain under his crotch, and his front hooves were raised to the sky, and he saw a black iron rod smashed on the open space in front of the horse's hooves.

Boom!

Dusty and sand and gravel splashing!

A huge pit appeared on the originally low-lying flat land.

And Sun Jian, even with his men and horses, was sprayed into the air by the air wave smashed by the iron rod!

"Drink!"

The helmet Sun Jian was wearing on top had fallen to the ground at some point, revealing a messy head of long hair dancing around.

This Jiangdong tiger's eyes were red at the moment, and he shouted violently, slapped the horse's back with one hand, lifted the horse directly, and then stepped a few steps in the air and landed steadily on the ground not far away.

"Whew..."

Sun Jian kept panting, looked at the Yellow Turban Army wearing yellow scarves in all directions, and gritted his teeth.

The army that this group of thieves has gathered at this moment is as abominable as the locusts in the field!

Kill endlessly, kill endlessly!

Looking at the strong man who knocked him away not far away, Sun Jian pulled out the long knife stuck in the ground hard, and his eyes exuded fierceness.

"A certain Han army Zuojun Sima, Jiangdong Sun Jian Sun Wentai!"

"Yellow Turban anti-thief, give Sun Mou's life!"

The blade trembled and buzzed, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the long knife in Sun Jian's hand slashed out, as fast as thunder, and several knife lights continued to slash out, all of which were looking for the vital point around Guan Hai's body not far away, and the knife momentum was endless, leaving an afterimage in the air one second, and it had already been cut on Guan Hai's head the next second!

"Bell!"

Seeing the long knife that was about to be chopped down, Guan Hai's figure did not move, he did not retreat, but took a step forward, a wild smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the iron rod rose horizontally to block up, putting this fierce knife like thunder on the top of his head!

"Crunch, crunch..."

Guan Hai's face was red and wrinkled, and his teeth were clenched, making bursts of noise.

The muscles of the arm are constantly bulging, and the green tendons on them are clearly visible.

Seeing that he did not kill this reckless man in the yellow turban with all his strength, Sun Jian's heart sank, and the movements in his hands continued, and the surging knife momentum rose against the trend, constantly slashing at the iron rod!

The sound of gold and iron kept ringing, and with Guan Hai's roar, the situation in the field changed again.

"Han Jun child, I look down on a certain family too much!"

"Just this knife technique, there is no strength at all, are you tickling Lao Tzu!"

"I'll let you see and understand what martial arts are today, uncle!"

Guan Hai stepped back, raised the iron rod in his hand and slammed it upward, forcing Sun Jian to retreat, and then saw this strong man who was only nine feet tall again, turning into a giant dozens of feet high, and the iron rod in his hand was also extraordinary, it seemed to be a magic weapon refined by special means, and it also grew with Guan Hai's height, turning into a suitable weapon.

Seeing Sun Jian, who was looking up at him in front of him, this giant dozens of feet tall smiled and smashed the iron rod in his hand as long as a stone pillar!

Suddenly, the sky fell apart!

With such a might, even if Sun Jian was known as the Jiangdong Tiger, he didn't dare to resist its edge, so his body stepped in mid-air, and in a few beats, he avoided Guan Hai's heavy blow!

Seeing Sun Jian who was dodging, Guan Hai was not annoyed at all, but the movements in his hands did not stop, but launched an attack on the surrounding Han Dynasty troops, and every swing of the iron rod would directly knock dozens of Han soldiers into the air.

Seeing his own soldiers being slaughtered like grass by Guan Hai, Sun Jian was completely enraged.

Complex lines gradually appeared on the long knife, Sun Jian swept away the yellow turban soldiers around him who were not afraid of death, and while holding the treasure knife that showed divine light, he lifted the qi and blood of his whole body, and slashed towards this giant who almost covered the sky and the sun!

The dawn of the sword breaks and the day is cut out of the night!

"Good knife technique!"

An admiration spat out from Guan Hai's mouth, and the voice spread, shaking for ten miles.

"Hahahaha, happy and happy!"

"Come on, come on, let someone see the power of your sword technique!"

This iron rod is like a pillar of heaven, it looks like it weighs more than a thousand catties, and it dances freely in Guan Hai's hands, and the strong wind brought out is enough to sweep away all the surrounding Han army foot soldiers!

"Sun Jian'er, look at how Lao Tzu's stick is!"

Guan Hai laughed, stirred the wind and clouds with the iron rod in his hand, and struck directly at the knife light that split the night!

The terrifying air vortex rose, blowing the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army foot soldiers directly dozens of feet away!

The two armies fought, and the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, Bo Cai, had not yet moved, and Zhu Jun, the lieutenant general of the Han army, took the lead and couldn't bear it.

I saw this armored veteran holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, staring closely at the battle between Guan Hai and Sun Jian.

The shouting and screaming of the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army around him continued, and kept coming into Zhu Jun's ears.

"It can't go on like this!"

Although the Han army was an elite division selected by Yu Sili, it had been divided into three and incorporated into the trilogy of Lu Zhihuang Fu Song and his Zhu Jun respectively.

Now the remaining Han soldiers can't stop this yellow turban thief who is as many as mountains and seas.

If it continues to drag on, the situation of the war will only become more and more unfavorable to the army of the Han Dynasty.

If it drags on any longer... I'm in danger of destruction!

Zhu Jun's thoughts were scattered, he shook his head, pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, and in an instant, a complex white formation emerged from the tip of Zhu Jun's sword, constantly expanding, and after a while, the entire battle situation was enveloped, not only the Han Dynasty army, but even the Yellow Turban Army couldn't avoid Zhu Jun's formation range!

The Art of War, a fight against the water!

The art of war, demoralization exhaustion!

The aqua blue light appeared from the white formation, turning into tens of thousands of tiny rays of light and falling onto the body of the Han army's soldiers.

The Han army was blessed by the formation, and one by one they suddenly became like a rainbow, and before their bravery was even more victorious, they launched a fierce attack on the Yellow Turban enemy on the opposite side again!

On the other hand, the Yellow Turban sergeants who were stained by the earthy yellow light, their morale deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they only barely resisted in the face of the Han army's attack, and some people directly dropped their weapons and fled into the distance, becoming deserters!

As Zhu Jun's art of war came into play, the battle situation became confusing again.

At this time, the Yellow Turban Army Qu Shuai Bocai also made a move.