However, these cavalrymen seemed to be quite disciplined, and when Zhang An was ruthless in his heart, a majestic barbarian turned over and dismounted, and strode towards Zhang An with a mace made of pure iron.

"Heads-up?" Zhang An was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little sure in his heart.

It seems that he can delay a little time, and I don't know if I can hold out until Lu Bu and them come to support.

Zhang An looked at the barbarian who walked across from him and saluted his chest, and said a long list of words that he didn't understand.

I guess you're telling me my name, right?" guessed Zhang An.

He drew his knife out of its sheath, held the small shield of his left arm flat in front of his chest, struck the small shield with his sword, and also loudly announced his name.

As soon as the battle broke out, the surrounding barbarians shouted one after another, as if to cheer for their comrades.

"Roar!" The barbarian with a mace of no less than 100 catties raised his head and roared angrily, then lowered his head slightly, and rushed towards Zhang An like an angry bull.

The barbarian's footsteps were heavy, and he trampled the earth with a rumbling sound, which was quite imposing.

Before Zhang An had time to think about a coping strategy, the barbarian had already rushed in front of Zhang An, raised his mace high, and viciously smashed it into Zhang An's Tianling Gai.

Zhang An subconsciously raised the small shield of his left arm to block this move.

The mace smashed the small shield, and the strong impact actually caused a slight crack on the surface of the small shield.

Zhang An only felt an unspeakable soreness in his arm, and he gritted his teeth and tried his best to raise his left arm up.

The mace was pushed away high, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the long knife in Zhang An's right hand was inserted into the barbarian's lower abdomen like lightning.

But what Zhang An didn't expect was that the barbarian who was hit by this blow did not lose his ability to fight, but let out a roar like a berserker who was getting stronger and stronger, and smashed down with a stick.

This time, the strength of the barbarian was a few points stronger than the first time, and while the stick was still falling, Zhang An already felt a gust of wind blowing in his face.

Zhang An repeated his old trick, still raising the small shield on his left arm to block the blow.

The second accident that Zhang An didn't expect appeared.

He successfully blocked the blow, but the small shield that had been lightly injured in the first blow was completely shattered, and the mace smashed Zhang An's left arm after breaking the small shield.

The spikes on the iron rod pierced deep into Zhang An's forearm.

To add insult to injury, an inaudible crisp sound sounded, and Zhang An's left forearm formed a strange bend.

The intense pain of his broken arm made Zhang An's face twist.

Zhang An's mind went blank for a while, and he looked at the brute who had already raised his mace again, and the ruthlessness that had surged out before disappeared in the shadow of death.

I'm going to die?

But why didn't you die?

Boundless anger and unwillingness echoed in Zhang An's chest, Zhang An raised his head, looked at the brute, and let out a vent-like shout.

He pulled out the long knife that had been inserted into the brute's lower abdomen, bringing up a large canopy of hot blood.

With red eyes, he still used his left arm to block the barbarian's blow.

Zhang An's left arm completely became a blur of flesh and blood, which made people unbearable to look at directly, but Zhang An did not move, but once again plunged the knife into the barbarian's lower abdomen.

The brute who was injured again let out a heart-rending scream, and then completely fought for his life, firmly grasped Zhang An's long knife with his left hand, and smashed down the mace in his right hand again.

Zhang An let go of his right hand holding the knife.

He took a step back, narrowly avoided the mace, and then slammed his right foot into the ground, crashing into the brute.

The barbarian who missed the blow was about to adjust his posture, but was knocked to the ground by Zhang An.

The two men fought on the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

After a moment, Zhang An stood up.

The brute lay on the ground blinded, with a gaping cut in his throat, and blood was gurgling out.

Zhang An spit out the flesh and blood in his mouth, his eyes were red, he glanced at the surrounding barbarians, and roared, "Who else?!"

Perhaps Zhang An's image was too shocked, and there was a brief silence among the barbarians around him.

However, after the silence, there was a fierce shouting, and soon another barbarian walked across from Zhang An.

Zhang An sneered and pounced on the brute.

At this time, Zhang An had no distracting thoughts in his mind.

The only thought was to kill as many barbarians as possible and bury them for themselves.

When Lu Bu arrived, he saw a silent group of cavalry.

Their eyes were full of fear, and they kept shouting a syllable, unaware of Lu Bu's arrival.

Lu Bu frowned, he who had once marched north to Wuhuan could understand what those barbarians were shouting.

They were shouting demons.

Who is the demon? This thought was forgotten in Lu Bu's mind as soon as it appeared.

Lu Buce, who was worried about Zhang An's safety, immediately stepped forward and prepared to kill the barbarians and rescue Zhang An.

Who knew that he was just about to make a move, but the group of barbarians dispersed in a hurry, and Lu Bu was stunned.

However, Lu Bu didn't bother to care about those barbarians, but looked for Zhang An's traces.

It didn't take long for Lu Bu to see Zhang An.

In the center of the field, where the horse's hoof prints were left, Zhang stood quietly.

Lu Bu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and was about to step forward to see how Zhang An's injuries were, but frowned.

He instinctively felt that Zhang An's state at this time was a little wrong.

At this time, Zhang An's image is very eye-catching.

At his feet lay the corpses of a dozen barbarians of various appearances, and the armor on his body was somewhat tattered and stained with blood.

But this is not what makes Lu Bu feel wrong, but Zhang An's breath and eyes.

At this time, Zhang An's breath was full of tyranny and destruction, and his facial expression was also hideous and bloodthirsty.

But his eyes were extremely dull, and he didn't turn his eyes for a long time.

"Oh no, is it because of the killing power?" Lu Bu was shocked.

When some generals are fighting to the death, all their attention is on the enemy, and they don't care about the consumption of their own spirit and spirit at all.

After the end of the war, these people often fall into a state of collapse due to a large consumption of essence and energy, ranging from a serious illness to the foundation, which damages their strength and strength, and at worst the consumption of essence and energy cannot be replenished, resulting in a state of suspended animation and becoming an unconscious living dead.

Seeing that because of his own jokes, Zhang An fell to such a point, and Lu Bu was also guilty.

Just when Lu Bu blamed himself, Zhang An's eyes turned slightly and saw Lu Bu riding on the red rabbit.

Zhang An's eyes instantly burst into a terrifying brilliance, and he roared loudly and threw himself towards Lu Bu.

"Is this killing the red eye?" Lu Bu gasped, hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and greeted Zhang An.

Killing the red eye is worse than killing the force, the general who kills the red eye has completely lost the ability to distinguish between friend and foe, and all the living creatures with breath around will be attacked, and the general will not stop attacking until the general kills the living creatures around him, or dies of exhaustion.

Seeing Zhang An swing his fist smashing at himself, Lu Bu secretly said sorry.

He must knock Zhang An unconscious with a heavy hand and forcibly stop Zhang An, otherwise Zhang An's life will be difficult to protect.

However, for Zhang An's fist, Lu Bu didn't care, along the way, Lu Bu also tried Zhang An's strength, after all, Zhang An has not yet cultivated qi, but above ordinary soldiers, close to the level of elite soldiers, maybe a little stronger, but it is absolutely impossible to cause danger to himself.

However, to Lu Bu's surprise, just as Lu Bu reached out and grabbed Zhang An's fist, Zhang An's body shook slightly, and a faint scattered but extremely sharp air flow rushed out of Zhang An's fist.

"Is this qi?" Lu Bu didn't care about the attack, he cared more about Zhang An actually comprehending qi in battle.

Now he has to be more careful, if he doesn't pay attention to disperse the unformed earth qi in Zhang An's body, it will be difficult for Zhang An to find the qi through normal channels.

With a slight exertion of Lu Bu's palm, the faint air flow was dispersed, and then Lu Bu made a mistake at his feet, quickly turned to Zhang An's back, and cut Zhang An's neck with a palm.

thought that this move would make Zhang An unconscious, but Zhang An turned around like nothing and continued to pounce on Lu Bu reluctantly.

This time Lu Bu was a little helpless, this strength was accurately calculated by Lu Bu, if he added another point, it might fall on Zhang An and his neck would be cut off by this blow.

The two struggled for a while, and Lu Bu landed a few tricks on the parts that could make Zhang An unconscious, but Zhang An didn't realize it.

Seeing that Zhang An was afraid that he would really die of exhaustion, Lu Bu didn't dare to leave his hand, and slapped Zhang An's chest with a hard palm.

A crackling sound sounded, and Zhang An's chest suddenly sank, and he raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Lu Bu breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang An should have fainted after being hit so hard this time.

The thing that made Lu Bu almost jump to scold the street happened.

I saw a faint flow of air on Zhang An's body, and his sunken chest instantly returned to its original state.

In Lu Bu's perception, Zhang An's qi, which was still very weak, actually grew and condensed a little at this moment.

"Why is this kid still getting stronger and stronger?" Lu Bu couldn't laugh.

When Cao Chun arrived with the army, Lu Bu was touching his chin and looking at Zhang An, who had fainted.

"Fengxian, is Zhang An okay?" Cao Chun hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and walked to Lu Bu's side.

"He's very good. Lu Bu said in a strange tone.

Cao Chun glanced down at Zhang An, who had a ruddy face and an even breath, as if he was asleep, and then looked up at the corpse of the tiger and leopard riding with arrows on his body, and sighed.

"Someone, go and put away the bodies of your brothers. Cao Chun commanded, and then said in surprise, "Zhang An is good, he actually killed more than a dozen barbarians and was not injured." ”

"Not injured?" Lu Bu glanced at Cao Chun and smacked his lips, "Zihe, do you know that when a certain person came, this kid had already killed the red eye." ”

When Cao Chun heard this, he was first surprised, and then said suspiciously, "But I think he is in good shape." ”

"In order to knock him out, it took a lot of hard work. Lu Bu pouted and said, "Who knew that this kid would get stronger and stronger, and finally made a ruthless move, breaking the bones of his whole body, which can be regarded as making him faint alive." ”

Cao Chun looked at Zhang An, who was like no one else, with a dull expression, and said with a smile after a while, "Don't bother me first." ”

"I didn't lie to you. Lu Bu was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Zihe, do you know how long it took this kid to recover from his injuries?"

"It's less than a quarter of an hour. Without waiting for Cao Chun to answer, Lu Bu gave the answer first.

"What a powerful vitality, I'm afraid it's a few points stronger than General Gao Shun. Cao Chun glanced at Lu Bu enviously: "Feng Xian has found a terrible monster." ”

"That's good luck. Lu Bu nodded, looking at Zhang An with fiery eyes.