Pei Yuanshao and Zhou Cang used the means of falling jacks and taking root on the ground at the same time, standing firmly on the city wall, and watched in amazement at the mushroom cloud rising from the eastern section of the city wall. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's that?" Zhou Cang asked with difficulty.

"It seems to be a heavenly thunder thunder refined by a great sage and good teacher, but it shouldn't have such great power, right? Besides, how could there be a thunderstorm in the Han army? Pei Yuanshao also muttered to himself.

"Now is not the time to talk about that, the eastern section of the wall must have been destroyed by this time. You stay here to command, and I will take my brother to plug the collapsed gap, and I must not let the Han army break into the city. Zhou Cang said decisively.

"Good! You bring those 2,000 Yellow Turban wrestlers, since the other party has such means to break through the city defense, the men and horses responsible for the assault and attack must also be elite, and ordinary brothers will definitely not be able to stop the elite of the imperial court. Pei Yuanshao also made a decision.

In the Yellow Turban Army, only the most elite part is called the Yellow Turban Warriors, and there are less than 30,000 in the entire Taiping Dao, which is composed of the most devout fanatics. After being refined and transformed by the warlock with strange means, it became a strange existence, with infinite power and difficult to hurt with knives and guns. It is basically difficult for a martial artist under the innate to kill the Yellow Turban Force.

Zhou Cang's movements were very fast, and when the smoke and dust of the collapsed city wall dispersed, he led two thousand yellow turban wrestlers wearing fine iron heavy armor, holding maces, and eight feet tall.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, Song Da burst into a loud shout, followed by Zhang He and the elite of the 5,000 army, and rushed straight into Guangzong City from the mouth of the collapsed city wall.

Although the mouth of the city wall is full of boulders or pits, it is impossible to surprise by cavalry. But the elite of the big men present, the lowest is also a 1-star late stage martial artist, it is easy to pass through this collapse, and follow Song Da straight towards the Yellow Turban Lux.

"Thief, suffer death!" Zhou Cang shouted, brandished the five-foot-long golden dragon ring knife in his hand, and took Song Da's neck.

"Boom!"

Song Daping was accustomed to using a three-edged military thorn given by Song Lingyun, but now that he was in the military array, he naturally also had a heavy weapon-the phoenix wings and gold hammer.

In the face of Zhou Cang's powerful and heavy force splitting Huashan, Song Da did not dodge or dodge, and also used a move to go to the east of the river, and went straight to Zhou Cang's chest.

A blood flame rose from Song Da's body, it was the Shura Blood Gang that he had transformed from the power of blood, although it was only a prototype, it should not be underestimated.

The blazing energy was vertical and horizontal, and from Zhou Cang's vigorous qi and blood, a pillar of qi rose to the sky, and he also used all his strength to block Song Da's phoenix wings and gold hammer.

The two of them fought, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, the sound was surging, the air was like rippling water, close to the ten zhang range of the two, except for Zhang He, whether it was the Yellow Turban Force, or the elite of the Han army, all of them were stunned by direct sound waves.

"Poof!"

After all, Zhou Cang's strength is far inferior to Song Da, and the gap between the great grandmaster and the great grandmaster is often very large, Song Da has already stepped into the 3-star martial saint with half of his feet, and the Shura Blood Gang is even more composed of the Linglong Blood Demon Dao Tong from Nangong, which is weird and domineering, not comparable to the exercises in this realm.

Therefore, the domineering Shura Blood Gang blatantly broke through Zhou Cang's qi and blood protection and invaded his body. Zhou Cang immediately made a decision, using his strength to fly back, and at the same time, with the opportunity of vomiting blood, he expelled the Shura blood that had invaded his body.

"Whew!"

The spear was like a rainbow, and Zhang He's human gun was one, and it exploded in an instant, increasing the speed to a limit state that was difficult for the great grandmaster to touch, and before Zhou Cang could react, it pointed straight at the heart.

"Whew!"

Zhou Cang twisted his body in mid-air, barely avoiding the heart, but Zhang He's spear still penetrated the three layers of fish scale armor, chain mail and rhinoceros armor he was wearing, and then penetrated his body, piercing out from behind him, turning him into a skewer.

"Bang!"

Song Nature would not let go of this opportunity, and on the battlefield, there was no saying that more would bully less, and the phoenix wings and gold hammer were waved blatantly and smashed heavily on Zhou Cang's chest.

"Poof!"

Zhou Cang flew out, a mouthful of blood mixed with a large number of internal organs and fragments flew out, and he was directly shattered by Song Da's blow, shattering the bones and internal organs of his body, and his vitality was wiped out.

"Kill! Avenge the general! ”

For a master, three moves and two styles just happened between lightning and flint, Zhou Cang died, and he was followed by the rushing Yellow Turban Lux before he reacted, and roared angrily.

"Whew!"

The words of the leading Yellow Turban Lux came to an abrupt end, and a six-yang leader rose into the sky, bringing up a three-foot blood spring, but it was stabbed to the head by Song Dayi's three-edged army.

I saw that Song Da and Zhang He were like tigers entering the wolves, and the Yellow Turban wrestlers who were difficult to sword also depended on who they met, in the face of Song Da and Zhang He, the two great master-level fierce generals, without the containment and resistance of the masters of the same level, the Yellow Turban wrestlers were as fragile as weak chickens.

"Bang ......"

Song Da's fighting style was very violent, and as soon as he struck the phoenix wings and gold pickaxe, a yellow turban wrestler was torn apart, and a blood mist exploded all over his body and died.

Zhang He's killing method is elegant, precise and fast, the spear is fast, or piercing the heart of the Yellow Turban Lux, or piercing the center of the eyebrows, although the cultivation is not as good as Song Da, the killing efficiency is not slow at all.

But he didn't know that Song Dazi was like this, in order to facilitate him to absorb the bloody power of the killed Yellow Turban Lux, and every blow down, the Yellow Turban Force's whole body qi and blood essence were dispersed to the greatest extent.

I saw that he was covered in blood and mist, his movements became faster and faster, more and more violent and violent, and as the battle progressed, the momentum of his whole body not only did not weaken, but continued to climb slowly and firmly, as if there was no end, strangely violating the normal situation.

"Boom!"

A brilliant and crystalline blood-colored lotus flower suddenly bloomed on the battlefield, the petals opened, and Song Da's figure reappeared, and he had already broken through to the 3-star Martial Saint realm.

"Whew!"

A blood-colored Changhong flew out of the Qingyu Palace flying in mid-air outside the city, and went straight into Song Da's body, and a homologous power ten times purer than his Shura Blood Gang poured out and poured into his body, instantly stabilizing his cultivation, and then Song Da felt that he had learned several wonderful secret methods.

"Wow!"

The sound of cold water like hot oil sounded, and Song Da, who had just broken through to a martial saint, suddenly melted like hot butter and turned into a blood shadow.

I saw this illusory blood shadow pounce on a yellow turban wrestler, and the other party turned into a gray and dry corpse, and the spirit of the whole body was instantly emptied, becoming an empty shell.

This is the blood shadow of Shura, Song Da, who broke through the martial saint, was successfully transformed into his own blood god son by Nangong Linglong's blood demon Dao Tong clone, this terrifying monster will surely shock the world.

The blood shadow grinned with a fascination on his face, and then in Zhang He's shocked gaze, it turned into a blood rainbow, which instantly swept over the remaining hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers.

"Plop! ……”

Hundreds of dried corpses fell to the ground one after another, as if Song Da, who had been eaten, re-revealed his human body, and the powerful momentum on his body continued to surge, he said directly to Zhang He: "The commando team is led by you, I'll go back first!" ”

"But......" Zhang He, who came back to his senses, was about to speak, but Song Da had already flown away quickly.

He had just plundered too much life essence in an instant, and he was seriously overwhelmed, and his body was like a volcano, and if he didn't digest it quickly, the volcano would erupt, and he would be blown up.

With a wry smile, Zhang He cheered up and shouted: "Everyone follow me into the city and take the city gate!" Get promoted and make a fortune, right now! ”