"Soldiers, follow me!"

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

Bang!

The tidal cavalry came to a halt beyond the effective range of the crossbows.

The faces of both sides, the neighing of the horses were already clearly visible and audible.

Those Hanzhong soldiers were all wearing thick armor, with dark faces, dull eyes, murderous spirit, and bows and guns on their backs.

"Haha! Who is here! Dare to offend my Hanzhong, and don't report your name!"

In the Hanzhong army, a middle-aged man with a strong figure and wearing gold armor burst out laughing.

The middle-aged man looked at the wolf, and the rampant between his eyebrows was unstoppable, this person was Zhang Lu's brother Zhang Wei.

"Shameless traitor, a certain Xiliang Zhang Ji is also, grandson, and he didn't come forward to die. ”

Zhang Ji raised his iron gun and laughed wildly.

"Zhang Ji!"

"Zhang Ji!"

"Zhang Ji!"

Behind him, a group of knights raised their swords at the same time, chanting the name of Zhang Ji!

"Bold! Xiliang Zhang Ji, an unknown person, is such a big dog!"

"Look for death!"

"General!

"General, wait for your subordinates to go and behead their dogs!"

The generals of Hanzhong shouted wildly, and the murderous aura rose violently.

"Yang Bai, come forward and take that Ji's head!"

Zhang Wei suddenly became angry, pointed to a general in front of him who was shouting for his life, and shouted loudly.

"I'm going to get his dog's head!"

The named silver-armored general shouted loudly, urged his horse forward, and raised the long-handled broadsword in his hand, cutting through the sky.

Thundered!

The war horse neighed, trampled on the solid loess surface, and roared straight towards Zhang Ji, who was smiling at the sky.

"Hmph! There is no general in Hanzhong, and a junior who can't even take the sky dares to provoke your grandfather Zhang Ji?"

When Zhang Ji saw the general coming across the horse, his heart was calm, but he pretended to be angry on his face and urged him to step forward. Approaching, the horse stepped into the void.

The iron spear weighing dozens of catties in Zhang Ji's palm suddenly roared through the sky, tearing out a violent air current, from top to bottom, slashing towards the Hanzhong general!

Rumble!

The iron spear was fired in the air, pulling out a slender black line in the air, flashing, and slashing at the head of Zhang Bai, the general of Hanzhong with a frightened face!

Tear it up!

The spilled blood rose several feet high, staining large patches of snow red!

Before he even had time to scream, the man and the horse were split in half by Zhang Ji's black iron spear!

Zhang Ji rode his horse to the ground, with murderous intent rolling in his eyes, glanced at the Hanzhong generals, and sneered.

"Zhang Ji!"

"Zhang Ji!"

"Zhang Ji!"

A group of Xiliang cavalry shouted loudly, and their morale was high.

"The grandchildren of Hanzhong, who else dares to step forward and die!"

Zhang Ji shook the iron spear and laughed wildly.

"General Zhang Bai!"

'He killed General Zhang Bai!'

"Kill!

The momentum of the Hanzhong cavalry was slightly frustrated, and they were shocked by Zhang Ji's thunderous methods

Immediately, anger rose again.

In the midst of the murderous roar, the horses snorted uneasily.

"That Zhang Ji is a good martial artist!"

At this moment, a slightly surprised voice sounded from Yangping.

Immediately, the voice sounded: "General Zhang, can you use the deity to make a move?"

"It's just a trivial matter, where to use the grandmaster to do it!"

A trace of jealousy flashed in the corner of Zhang Wei's eyes, he turned his horse slightly, glanced at the generals on the left and right, and was full of anger: "Left and right, lead the troops to charge, let them see the power of the iron-clad corpse stiff guard in my Hanzhong." ”

Zhang Wei gave up the idea of fighting generals, and the general Zhang Bai, who died before, was already one of the most powerful generals in his Han Dynasty.

"No!

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

A deafening shout of killing rang out.

Thundered!

In the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, the rain of arrows roared in the sky!

Woohoo!

In the countless sounds of breaking the air, the overwhelming rain of arrows was fired.

"Soldiers, charge with me!!"

Zhang Ji's eyes tightened slightly, shook the iron spear, roared, took the lead, and rushed straight away in the rain of arrows.

"Kill!

"Kill all these traitors!"

"Kill!"

A group of knights were full of fighting spirit, shouted wildly and followed behind Zhang Ji, with a mere 10,000 troops, they rushed straight to the cavalry that was surging like a tide at Datou!

Zhang Ji's fighting spirit erupted, urging the horse to rush straight, and an iron spear in his hand waved a huge air flow of more than ten zhang, like a huge curtain, bounced away the rain of arrows one by one.

Rumble!

Zhang Jinai is one of the top generals in Xiliang, the spear prodigy Yuan's disciple, Zhao Yun's senior brother, his combat power is naturally not vain, the iron spear swept in the air, like a guillotine swept through, and the dozens of soldiers who rushed forward were swept into flying stumps by a single shot!

Bloody rage!

"Haha!"

Zhang Ji let out a long laugh and rushed into the Hanzhong cavalry in the face of the bloody rain.

An iron spear stared vertically and horizontally, pointed, swept, split, stabbed, and under the outbreak of rolling energy, the Hanzhong within more than ten zhang of the body fell down one after another, and with every breath, more than a dozen people died at his hands!

The thunder sounded a sensation, and Zhang Ji set off a hurricane, like the sharpest arrow, stabbing straight into the Chinese army!

Rumble!

"Zhang Ji deserves to be one of the fierce generals of Xiliang!" Guan Yu sat in the Chinese army, looking at Zhang Ji, who was riding the handsome iron cavalry and charging into battle, as if he was driving a peerless mowing grass, and couldn't help but sigh.

"General...... Look!" The faces of the soldiers beside him suddenly changed greatly, and they pointed to the battlefield and trembled;

Guan Yu's face changed suddenly, and he saw that those tattered soldiers who had been cut off their hands and feet, pierced and fallen off their horses, and even trampled, actually stood up slowly again, letting their intestines rot and their hands and feet separated, and they were still fighting with guns. There are even soldiers whose heads have fallen off, so they pick up one and press it on their necks, and they can still fight.

"What? Can't Kill the Legion?"

Guan Yu's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly let out a roar like thunder:

"All the soldiers, the unity of qi and blood will bless me!

"No!" Xi Zhicai hurriedly replied,

I saw Guan Yu slap the curly-haired red rabbit under his crotch, jumped up, and walked directly into the air, pulling the green dragon glaive knife in his hand, and the blue light in the sky shone.

Pulling up nearly a hundred zhang of sword qi, he roared and rushed into the undead army.

"Ahh

Guan Yunchang's blood veins erupted all over his body, his eyes opened, his divine light shone, the prancing horse was empty, his body suddenly rotated, and the blue and blue sword qi suddenly flourished!

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Wow!"

Accompanied by countless screams, endless blood swayed like a fountain, as if dyeing the sky red!

Stump and severed arm!

Heads fly!

Whether it's a man or a horse!

Guan Yunchang rode alone and within a hundred zhang of his body, and nothing was complete!

With the blessings of all the people, a sword sweeps, destroying the world and destroying the earth!

Endless blood poured down from the sky, and the stumps and severed arms that flew in the sky poured down! The stumps that fell to the ground were still struggling, and the remnants of half of their bodies were still struggling to assemble themselves. In this blood, the stump and broken arm of the struggle are like a bloody purgatory.

"Xi Zhicai, the flames keep up!"

"No!" Xi Zhicai shouted, and dozens of scholars behind him struggled at the same time, and the feather fan in his hand slapped towards the severed arm. Flames burst from the severed arm. The flames were accompanied by an endless and terrible howl.

"Refining soldiers with evil methods, Hanzhong Zhang Lu, you should die!" Guan Yu shouted, and the curly-haired red rabbit stepped into the air to kill. For a while, wherever Guan Yunchang killed, the flames burned wherever they went.

"What a strong general!"

A white-haired old man stood on the back of the crane, bursting out from the Pingyang Pass, whistling and squeezing out the wind in the sky, rushing straight to Guan Yunchang.

This person has a white robe and white hair, holds a whisk in his hand, is seven feet tall, and has a childish face.

"Such a master, such a bad spirit, should be able to refine into a golden armor corpse!"

Zhang Ji's iron spear shook and swept away more than a dozen Hanzhong cavalry around him, and he felt a momentum like a great sun rising.

Looking back, I saw a crane-haired and childish figure driving the crane through the air, and swooped straight into Guan Yunchang in the middle of the blood!

"Is this the Demon Dao Zuo Ci?"

"Not good!"

Zhang Ji's heart was beating wildly, this Zuo Ci was the same person as his master and the spear god, but he was a strange immortal and extremely powerful. If you don't know the truth and the flaws, even if Guan Yunchang is the best in the world, he will be in a dilemma of life and death.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Ji roared wildly, the strength of his body exploded, and the iron spear roared with a fierce edge that swept dozens of zhang, sweeping away the Hanzhong soldiers who were surging wildly all around.

He jumped up from his horse with both feet, looked around, and his subordinates had been surrounded by stumps and broken arms, these undead legions, although their combat power was greatly reduced after being beheaded, they were holding horse legs, barring blades, and were not afraid of death. Between the fights, the power of the cavalry can no longer be exerted, and it is difficult to even move.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors