"So what?" Ling Lang of the Yuan family thought of Yuan Xiangcheng and Yuan Chonghuan for a moment, and thought of the Taoist priest named Yuan Tiangang from a distance. But he couldn't think of any connection he had with these "everyone".

The other party sneered, and in turn did not answer Ling Lang's words.

"You're here to find Guan, right?" Guan Gong's holy soul suddenly appeared, standing beside him, green robe and golden armor, awe-inspiring and majestic.

Swept away by Guan Gong's holy soul's gaze, the man in the strong suit and the old servant with the monument unconsciously took a step back together. Sensing it in his heart, he quickly stopped, and his face changed slightly.

"You, don't have the surname Yuan, the surname Wen?" Guan Gong Holy Soul didn't look at the man in the strong suit again, but stopped at the old servant with the negative monument.

When the old servant saw Guan Gong's holy soul, he looked back, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he was indescribably vicious and vicious, but he couldn't deter Guan Gong's holy soul's invisible coercion. After a while, he lowered his head again, but straightened his waist slightly, leaned over, and removed the heavy stone tablet from his back.

The stele is four feet high, three inches thick, the surface is uneven, the color is old, and there are small seals engraved on it: "The tomb of Yan Liang, the general of the Han Dynasty". After the stele was put down, the seven characters that were originally only blue and white stone were exposed, and suddenly bright red blood gushed out, like a spring gushing, and it didn't take long for the whole stele to soak through.

"Alas, Yan Gongji, you can come out to see each other, and you don't need to be mysterious. Guan Gong's holy soul sighed slightly, and his heart seemed to be indescribable.

"Guan Yunchang, I hate it......" A light smoke came out of the stele, and then the smoke disappeared, a military general, embroidered robes and gold armor, ringed eyes and beard, more than eight feet tall, holding a golden dragon scale knife upside down, and the halberd pointed angrily.

"What do you hate?" Guan Gong Holy Soul saw the "old man" again, his words were not as cold as before, and he asked slowly.

At that time, it was forbidden to set up a temple to worship Emperor Guan within 15 miles of Yanliang Temple, otherwise there would be plague and poison and fierce spirits would disturb people. Now the temples of Emperor Guan are all over the world, but Yan Liang has even razed the tombs to the fields.

The "Commandments of the Soldiers" in the "Yan's Family Motto" written by Yan Zhitui, the great power of the ancients, instructed the descendants not to engage in martial arts, and mentioned the ancestors: "The State of Qi has Yan Zhuoju, the State of Zhao has the most Yan, the Eastern Han Dynasty has Yan Liang, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty has Yan Yan, all of whom have served as generals and finally suffered a tragic situation." But what's the hate?

For a moment, that Yan Liang battle spirit was stunned and speechless.

The old servant of Huafa who was originally carrying the monument next to him raised his head and looked at Guan Gong's holy soul, and replied coldly: "Back then, your righteous brother Liu Xuande first deceived with words, and then you held your own horse fast, and then you lifted the Qinglong knife. You are just a peddler and pawn, after your death, you have won thousands of years of incense, and after Yan Gong and Wen Gong are famous, the three armies of Yongguan, the famous general of the Han Dynasty, but you have become a toy in the hands of the yellow-mouthed children in the world, being rubbed and teased at will, the tomb does not exist, the ancestral temple has been destroyed, and it has been reduced to cultivating fields and vegetable fields, you say, what is the hatred?"

Killing oneself and destroying one's reputation and seizing the foundation, it is said that it is not a common one, if it is not obsession, it is just a matter of becoming a king and defeating a villain. But Guan Gong's holy soul didn't distinguish it, stared at the old servant and said: "Feed the soul with your body, you look like a sixtieth year, but you should only be forty years old, right? There is a grievance in my heart, and today I should settle it together. ”

The old servant of Huafa didn't say anything more, and suddenly knelt down, his forehead touched the ground, and after three knocks, his whole body was covered in black smoke. After nine worships, he suddenly raised his head and roared, his face and body were like countless little mice fleeing everywhere, his muscles were bulging and sinking, and he was indescribably hideous and terrifying, and he shouted wildly: "The descendants of the Wen family are not handsome, please respect the ancestor Wengong." After speaking, there was no more black eyes in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes, and red blood flowed out.

The soul energy was agitated, and there was a gust of yin wind, and a tall figure appeared. Eight feet long, bearded and hanging-eyed, with a face like a pig, holding a purple wood pear flower iron spear, wearing a beast's head swallowing ring armor, a good general.

Guan Gong Holy Soul saw that it was Wen Chou, he just glanced at it, and then looked at the lame old servant, and saw that his left hand had atrophied into a bird's claw, but it was no longer as gentle as before, and said in a cold voice: "Establish a contract with your soul, and you can also be considered to be careful." It's just a battlefield battle, life and death, and it is also a name for the ages, although it is not sacrificed by the world, but what do you hate?"

Wen Chou couldn't talk to his soul and stood silently. Back then, the two generals competed, and Wen Chou himself was cowardly before he fought, but Sanhe was chopped off by Guan Gong, how can he talk about hatred?

Seeing this, Yan Liang's soul on the side took two steps forward and shouted: "Guan Yunchang, I don't have to distinguish with you, let alone what these descendants do, I, Yan Gongji, rely on a disbelief in my anger, survive to this world, but I want to fight with you again." ”

Guan Gong Holy Soul turned his head to look at it, and said coldly: "Guan Mou regarded you as a person who sold your head back then, and now he regards you as an ant, what are you in such a situation today, what can you do to fight Guan Mou again?"

Indeed, the two may have been able to fight a thousand years ago. Now Guan Gong's holy soul has to enjoy the luck of the world for thousands of years, Hou and Wang, King and Emperor, Emperor and Saint, Holy and Heaven, the peak of the five realms and the six realms, Yan Liang even the only tombstone was almost destroyed by the world, but the middle level of the five realms, the gap is as big as a chasm, what to fight?

Yan Liang's battle spirit settled down, and he still said stubbornly: "Do you dare to fight with Yan with skills?"

Guan Gong Holy Soul looked at him, thoughtful, and then replied unhurriedly: "Oh, why don't you dare?"

Yan Liang's battle soul saw that Guan Gong's holy soul agreed, and he didn't say anything more, and glanced back at the man in the strong suit.

The man in the strong suit hurriedly took out two things, one large and one small, but it was the tiger talisman and token, and then threw it to Yan Liang's battle spirit. The latter took it, put it in his palm, and with a slight grip, the tiger talisman and token disappeared, and behind Yan Liang's battle spirit, a Xuanhuang military flag suddenly appeared. The flag is unfurled, with a big "Yan" character written on one side, and a tiger-shaped pattern on the other, dancing claws to roar.

The tiger charm is handed over, the tiger will go to battle, the military flag will follow, and the horizontal knife will be immediate.

"Green Dragon, Red Rabbit. Seeing this, Guan Gong's holy soul also said no more, and shouted, and the black-faced man wearing a hood behind him came out with a knife in his hand, bowed down and said, "Jun Hou, knife." ”

Another war horse covered in flames, "Yu Yu ......", neighed and ran.

Lifting the knife, stepping over, getting on the horse, the green dragon knife, the red rabbit horse, the green robe, the golden armor, the beautiful hair, the red hat, who doesn't know the Chinese martial saint for a thousand years.

Yan Liang's battle soul waited for Guan Gong's holy soul to be prepared, the tiger roared, and swung his knife forward, the white light was like practice, without a soul, pure battlefield martial arts, like thunder.

Guan Gong's holy soul held the green dragon upside down, drove the horse, and waited for the dragon scale knife to be about to come, and lifted the green dragon knife upward, "Bang ......", the gold and iron resonated, deafening.

The war horses intersected, and the red rabbit roared like a tiger, raised its hind hooves, and wanted to kick Yan Liang's war soul mount, but fortunately, the mount was also a big Wan good horse, with the same majestic body, baring his teeth and glaring, but also fearless, raising his hooves to fight back.

The blades separated, the two generals staggered by, Yan Liang's battle soul turned around, the big knife flew up and down, chopping the waves, and slashed at Guan Gong's holy soul.

Guan Gong Holy Soul blocked sideways with a horizontal knife, and the blade shook, unloading the opponent's mountain-like power, but he did not make a gesture of fighting back, so there were three back and forth.

Yan Liang's battle spirit was furious, and he stopped his horse and raised his sword and asked, "Guan Yunchang, why don't you make a move?"

Guan Gong Holy Soul held a knife in one hand and held his long hair lightly with the other, and received a stormy attack from the other party, still breathless: "Under the White Horse Slope back then, your knife was not out of the way, and the momentum was not enough, Guan Mou let you Sanhe today, and he should return you." ”

Yan Liang's eyes widened, his eyes were about to split, and he was furious: "You call yourself a hero, you just have to do your best, why do you have to act here?"

Guan Gong's Holy Soul Danfeng's eyes were raised, and his fighting spirit immediately soared, and he shouted back: "Yan Liang Pifu, then take a certain three knives first." Splitting the mountain. After speaking, the reins shook lightly, and the red rabbit was like an arrow, and the knife was like a tide, slashing obliquely.

Yan Liang's battle soul saw that Guan Gong's holy soul was fierce, and the knife carried ten thousand thunderbolts, he was slightly shocked in his heart, he rode his horse to avoid it a little, and waved the big knife, so he went to block. There was another loud bang, and Yan Liang's battle soul only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and the ten fingers that were clenched in the big knife were almost released, and he secretly shouted in his heart: "This Guan Yunchang really lives up to its reputation, and the force is heavy." ”

"Come again. Horizontal knife type. "The green dragon knife that swung back upwards sank downward, and then slashed and swept flat, the shadow of the knife was like snow, as big as a door panel, as if it could break the waves and divide the mountains.

Yan Liang didn't have time to respond, so he could only stand up and carry the knife, the power on the knife was like overwhelming, as brave as him, and he was also shocked to the point that his body shook lightly, and he almost didn't fall off the horse.

"There's also a knife, a pick-and-knife style. "Two knives, two generals, two horses, have turned in a circle. Guan Gong Holy Soul's knife momentum did not stop, his hand was forced, the blade was obliquely picked, and it slashed towards the waist of Yan Liang's battle soul, the knife momentum was so fast that it did not give people a chance to breathe at all.

Yan Liang's battle soul didn't have time to take out the knife, his legs were clamped, he drove the horse back, leaned back, and dodged the third knife of the Gong Holy Soul, which was in danger for a while.

After the three moves were made, Guan Gong Holy Soul did not use the fourth move, and the Yan Liang Battle Soul took advantage of this gap and hurriedly picked up the horse and left the battle circle. The horses were facing each other, and the two tiger generals of the Three Kingdoms period looked at each other, one breathing roughly, and the other panting slightly.

"Guan Yunchang, I admit that you have excellent martial arts skills and amazing sword skills, but Yan is still unconvinced. You don't need to stay any longer, today you and I are fighting for life and death, and the horse leather shroud has only one life. After speaking, he raised his horse's hooves, stabbed straight with a knife, and shouted in his mouth: "Han General Yan Liang is here." The voice is tragic, like a mad tiger descending a mountain, moving forward.

Guan Gong Shengsoul didn't say anything, and kicked the red rabbit in the belly of the horse, the person was nine feet high, the horse was eight feet high, the person was tall and the horse was big, and the invasion was like fire, roaring away.

Men on the battlefield, grievances and hatreds, are clearly seen under the knife.