The battle between the two sides became more and more intense, and they both knew that they couldn't help each other for a while, but Xu Zijue came up with a desperate solution, which was to kill the horse under Wu Sheng and force him to land.

Then he can use the Liliang of the BMW under him to constantly charge and attack Wu Sheng, coupled with his long-practiced marksmanship, he will definitely be able to win the fruits of victory this time.

Suddenly, Xu Zijue's marksmanship changed, he changed from stabbing to sweeping, only to see him holding the spear with both hands, playing a whirlwind on it, and then leaning forward, there was a strong sweep, and the wind was howling.

For Xu Zijue's fierce attack, Wu Sheng of course stepped on the horse's back with light skills, turned over in the air, and the long sword in his hand suddenly slashed, cutting his head.

But Xu Zijue twisted his body, dodged the dangerous sword, took a sharp breath, and exploded the strength of his whole body, his hands trembled because of excessive force, and he smashed at Wu Sheng's fast horse.

"Hiss~~" The painful horse scream suddenly sounded, and Wu Sheng's fast horse was smashed by Xu Zijue with all his strength, and instantly fell to the side, falling heavily to the ground, it was constantly struggling, kicking its limbs in pain.

Seeing such a change in tense and seeing his horse struggling in pain, Wu Sheng's eyes erupted with a fierce murderous intent, his horse companion had been with him for several months, and he would take it with him every time he went to the battlefield.

People are not saints and sages, who can be ruthless, day and night for several months, even if it is a grass, a tree, you will inevitably have feelings for it, let alone a living horse.

Now what Wu Sheng is thinking about is to treat others in the way of others, since you killed my horse, then I will kill the mount under you.

In the air, this thought flashed through him for a moment, and suddenly he forcibly withdrew the dustless sword he was chopping, kicked his right foot at the head of Xu Zi's fast horse, and with the help of it, he turned over in front of him and came to his back.

Before Wu Sheng landed, he suddenly turned behind his back and slashed at the horse's buttocks with his sword, and a stream of blood suddenly flew out.

If someone slashes you in the buttocks with a sword, you will be frightened and hurt and flick forward, as is the case with ordinary people, let alone a horse.

The horse that was slashed in the buttocks suddenly felt this pain, and was neighing in extreme pain, the front and rear hooves continued to exert force, and the body kept moving, as if he wanted to throw Xu Zijue down.

After the turmoil, he still felt very painful, and the horse ran away directly in one direction, but Wu Sheng would not give it a chance, so he stepped on the ground with light skills, and his body rolled in the air and chased after him.

Seeing that Wu Sheng made Xu Zijue so embarrassed, the dissatisfaction in Cui Yan's heart finally disappeared, and he looked at this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

Without a few rolls, Wu Sheng's figure fell next to Xu Zijue's horse, watching him keep pulling the horse rope, constantly trying to appease his horse, and decided to give him a falling stone.

With this sword, Wu Sheng slashed at Xu Zijue's belly, and suddenly flew out a few drops of learning, and the horse felt the pain in his stomach, neighing again, and constantly shaking his body.

Seeing Xu Zijue, who was embarrassed by himself, the corners of Wu Sheng's mouth also turned up proudly, at this time he was no longer in a hurry to kill him, he wanted to tease him on the battlefield and let the morale of the Yellow Turban Army drop.

Wu Sheng kept stabbing or splitting Xu Zijue's horse with the dustless sword, making it constantly shake, once, twice, three times, although he kept trying to appease, but he was messed up one after another, and he felt extremely impatient in his heart.

In the end, Xu Zijue decided to give up the horse, jumped off the back of a horse that was frantically shaking, clenched the spear in his hand and used a move like a willow swing in the wind.

His marksmanship began to change, each style was very messy, but it was simple and direct, without any cost, and the gun flower that was mainly used to kill people looked like the popular army marksmanship in this Three Kingdoms plane, but it was also a little different.

The momentum is good, but the strength is not good, Wu Sheng will not use his shortcomings to touch the advantages of others, the swordsmanship he uses is dexterous and ethereal, and he has not learned the swordsmanship that can be hard.

So now Wu Sheng stepped on light skills, constantly jumping up beside Xu Zijue, or using his ethereal body and dexterous footwork to fight with him, even so, he could be pressed and beaten.

As the saying goes, the world's martial arts are invincible, only fast is not broken, Wu Sheng's cultivation of the Liuyun swordsmanship is mainly ethereal, supplemented by speed, but when his swordsmanship is completed, it can be transformed.

The Liuyun Sword Technique used by Wu Sheng now is based on speed, supplemented by ethereal, although this will reveal many flaws, making it easy to break moves for other martial artists.

However, this Three Kingdoms plane does not pay much attention to move skills, and many martial arts are open and closed, although it is said that there is a word that there is a force to reduce ten meetings, but in the same realm of martial artists, it must be that those who have exquisite move skills have a great advantage.

It's like two martial artists who are both acquired sixth-layers, one uses the Chongling Sword Technique, and the other uses the Dugu Nine Sword, and you don't have to think about it to know that the latter will win.

The sword light was constantly flickering, and the sword shadow looked like a cloud floating in the sky, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Wu Sheng's sword quickly left several wounds on Xu Zijue's body, and the speed was so fast that he didn't have time to guard against it.

Xu Zijue now only has the ability to parry, and has no power to fight back, although he was beaten back by Wu Sheng's Liuyun swordsmanship, and his blood was stained with clothes, but he still stubbornly clenched his spear and defended.

For Xu Zijue's helplessness and resentment, Wu Sheng only had a smile in his heart, because he had just broken through the Liuyun swordsmanship to the middle stage of Dacheng, and his swordsmanship had gone further.

Seeing that although he was seriously injured, he stood up with tenacious willpower, and admired him very much, but each was his master, so he could only say sorry to him in his heart, and immediately swung his sword and stabbed, and the sword light flashed to end his life.

The victory of the first general selection made the morale of Cui Yan's army have been greatly improved, and many soldiers are cheering, on the other hand, the Yellow Turban Army is silent, and the face of the Yellow Turban general on the city wall can be said to be as black as an ink bucket, with great anger in his eyes.

"Fortunately, this time I picked a subordinate to behead a yellow scarf as a reward." Wu Sheng made a light leap in front of Cui Yan, and said with his fists in his hands.

"Okay, General Wu will rest in the back, and the rest will be handed over to Cui." Cui Yan nodded with a smile on his face and said.

Next, Cui Yan sent his subordinates to pick up generals with the generals of the Yellow Turban Army, and the strength of the generals they sent was not enough, almost all of them were fifth- or sixth-layer warriors the day after tomorrow.

Then Guan Yu and Zhang Fei came out, and they immediately picked up the generals sent by the Yellow Turban, and they were defeated when they couldn't even support a round in their hands.

The victory obtained by the continuous selection of generals is that the morale of Cui Yan's side has been raised to the peak, and he is cheering every victory, while the morale of the Yellow Turban Army has almost dropped to the lowest, and Wan Lai is silent.

"Siege." Seeing that the soldiers of his army were gearing up, wanting to drink the blood of the enemy, their morale was so strong that they collided like never before, so Cui Yan definitely struck while the iron was hot, pulled out his broadsword and pointed ahead, and shouted loudly.

All the soldiers cheered, some of them carrying ladders, some pushing the crashing cart behind, and many more had already run up and began to launch a fierce attack on Quang Binh City.

Although the commander on his side lost, it did not mean that he had to be captured, and the general of the Yellow Turban Army hurriedly issued an order for the archers to start releasing arrows and prepare stones and rolling logs.

"Kill." The soldiers on Cui Yan's side shouted while running towards Guangping City, and the 10,000 soldiers gathered together, shouting like thunder, and the momentum soared into the sky, just looking at it, it could make people frightened and frightened.

The Yellow Turban General felt that his soldiers were depressed, but he was helpless, who let them lose in the pick, and now they want to change back to the disadvantage, they can only use the trump card.

"Go find General Xu." The Yellow Turban General looked at Cui Yanjun opposite worriedly, and said to the guards next to him.

"Yes." The Yellow Turban Guard said with his fists clenched.

A short time later, a rather thin, slightly pale-skinned man dressed in a yellow scribe's robe arrived, and he gently fisted the Yellow Turban General.

"General Xu, it's up to you now." General Yellow Turban explained the current situation to the arriving General Xu, and then said in a tone of hope and pleading.

"No problem, I'll leave it to Xu here." General Xu nodded with a smile and said confidently.

Seeing someone in front of him, this General Xu's eyes showed a bit of hatred, and then he took out a yellow talisman and threw it in an instant, and the yellow talisman floating in the air was suddenly burned and turned into black charcoal.

Hands followed these black charcoals, grinding them into black ash, and then General Xu made a few esoteric Taoist gestures on his hands, shouting loudly: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious." ”

After shouting, General Xu waved his hand, scattered these black ashes into the air, and continued to shout: "God bless the yellow scarf, invulnerable." Suddenly, a burst of yellow light emitted on his body, scattered in the center of the Yellow Turban Army guarding the city.

Wu Sheng looked at these Yellow Turban Army, and suddenly felt a change, a killing intent that broke through the heaven and earth attacked Cui Yanjun, and they who were originally low morale suddenly became like a rainbow of morale.

These Yellow Turban Soldiers must have been used by the Yellow Turban Warlocks, and feeling the countless killing intent in front of him, Wu Sheng frowned a little worriedly, and thought in his heart.

However, these Yellow Turbans gave him the same feeling as before, and if he had to make an analogy, then the people he had encountered before who had been used were like wild beasts, and there was almost no reason to attack.

And these are the rational Yellow Turban Army, looking at Cui Yanjun in front of him, and for some reason he regards them as his father-killing enemies, looking like he is not dying.