Zhang Jiao's roar and situation, Chen Fei was not clear, but the excessively powerful aura was clearly reflected in his perception, making his heart more and more impatient - what the strength of the middle-aged man chasing Huang Tian was, he knew it clearly: around the middle of the gold, even if the unparalleled dance broke out, at most it would climb to the top of the golden rank, but at this time, the breath had firmly stepped through the barrier of the legend. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Any strength can't be left to chance, the price that needs to be paid for being strong at this time Chen Fei didn't even dare to think about it! Just frantically urging his speed, the long sword in his hand was like the fangs of a giant beast in the various princes' armies, and the breath of death was clearly wrapped around Chen Fei's murderous figure, like a demon crawling out of hell, full of hideous and terrifying aura.

Zheng!

In the piercing sound of metal collision, a huge anti-shock force was transmitted from the long sword in Chen Fei's hand, forcibly stopping the evil ghost that was rushing to the world, and the scorching sparks splattered out at the place where the two steels touched, and Chen Fei's already slightly reddened eyes clearly reflected the equally young face opposite.

The face is white like the best warm jade, but it does not seem to have the slightest feminine aura, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in silver robe and silver armor, holding a spear, the blade of which is at least twice as large as the standard spear in the army, like the fangs in the dragon's mouth, with a cold and cold aura, at this time he is blocking Chen Fei's way with a full face of anger.

There were countless people who used guns throughout the Three Kingdoms period, but the people who could easily block the blade in Chen Fei's hands at such an age were only two people who could easily block the blade in Chen Fei's hands at such an age, and there were only two of them who could appear on the Yellow Turban battlefield. is also the one Chen Fei is most unwilling to face.

“。。。 Chang Shan, Zhao Zilong... ”

In his heart, he secretly muttered the name of the white-robed young general in front of him, and a trace of complexity flashed between Chen Fei's dark eyes-Zhao Zilong, a white horse and silver spear, was full of guts, single-handedly killing seven in and seven out of the millions of Cao troops.

This was his idol. His vision, his heroes... And yet now ...

It's his enemy.

。。 For the sake of the current belief and yearning, draw the sword against the longing of the past, it's really... What a great irony.

He sighed secretly with a slight self-deprecation in his heart, but the long sword in Chen Fei's hand was already slightly raised, and the aura of Sen Han Ling rose from his body, and rushed towards Zhao Yun, who was standing solemnly with a gun on the opposite side, and there was a faint roar in the air, as if there were brave men holding giant hammers hitting each other. All the sergeants around him staggered and fell back as if they were unsteady on their feet, and within a radius of tens of meters, no one could stand except Chen Fei and Zhao Yun.

Slightly protruding a breath of turbidity, Chen Fei's figure instantly turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Zhao Yun, the dark golden long sword in his hand burst out a little bit of cold light in the humming sound, and the sword light of Sen Han gathered together There was a little foggy feeling, as if the Nine Heavens Galaxy appeared in the world in an instant, but. Every "star" was condensed from extremely pure sword qi! But it can deprive any elite soldier of his life in an instant!

This sword, the Melting Wood Elf Rainstorm Swordsmanship and Jin Yong's World Dharma Sword Style, can be said to be the direct embodiment of Chen Fei's sword cultivation at this time, whether it is in the main world or in the Jin Yong plane, it can be said to be a wonderful swordsmanship, supplemented by the special power generated by the fusion in the body. Chen Fei was sure that among his peers, no one could take over this swordsmanship safely.

But at this moment, there is one.

Dingding。。。。。

In a sound as crisp and full of charm as a piano sonata. Every sword in the air was accurately shattered by the spear in Zhao Yun's hand, and the shattered sword light was scattered in all directions, Zhao Yun's originally clear and dignified eyes suddenly flashed a fierce color, and the spear that was originally just a stabbing blow suddenly turned around with a wrist force, breaking through Chen Fei's long sword with a furious speed far exceeding the previous several times, and the body of the spear was like a dragon in the sea turning wildly, and the originally broken sword was controlled by its agitation, and it actually merged into its offensive, firmly following the spear like a hundred birds and a phoenix, and getting bigger and bigger in Chen Fei's pupils.

Zheng~

Sen Han's blade was directly slashed, drawing a silver curve in the air, and then slammed into the ground, Zhang Jiao held the Fire Scepter in his right hand, and held a half-cut crushing knife in his left hand, gasping in embarrassment and looking at the several people around him, the viscous scarlet blood kept leaving from his forehead, but it made the expression on the emaciated face more and more heroic and uninhibited.

Casually threw the long knife that had completely lost its due effect on the ground, Zhang Jiao held the red Vulcan scepter, and tried his best to straighten his waist, so that he would not look so embarrassed, the strength in his body had already been consumed just now, and even with the consumed, and... He already had very little longevity left.

With this remnant body, in exchange for the inheritance of the Yellow Sky Dream, how fortunate it is!

With a slight sigh of satisfaction in his heart, the heroic man who had reached the place where the oil lamp had run out smiled slightly, and gently closed his eyes in the face of the strong heroes who surrounded him.

Puff~Puff~

The sound of steel piercing into the flesh came out clearly, and in an instant, several sharp blades directly penetrated Zhang Jiao's emaciated body, and the unique thunder energy of the unparalleled world instantly followed the steel into the flesh and blood, almost in an instant, this destructive power directly destroyed Zhang Jiao's internal organs, and the breath of life slowly disappeared from his body.

Zhang Jiao, the person who set off the troubled times, led hundreds of thousands of people to chase the man in the prosperous world of Huang Tian in his heart, and quietly released himself on this battlefield where the heroes gathered, with the most heroic posture of a hero.

In the first year of Zhongping, Zhang Jiao, the great sage and mentor of the Yellow Turban Army...

Fall!

At the same time, on a battlefield not far from here.

Bang~

In the explosion, two equally young figures staggered, leaving the sparks smashed by the blades scattered at random, Chen Fei looked at Zhao Yun opposite in a rough manner, and the anxious color in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense-On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, if he can't break through Zhao Yun's blockade sooner, then Zhang Jiao is likely to encounter accidents, but...

The opponent is Zhao Yun! In the confrontation just now, he has always been at a disadvantage, and the opponent's gun momentum has become more and more imposing with time.

"Damn... No matter, let's break through Zhao Yun first!"

Chen Fei's five fingers holding the sword stretched slightly, and then the strength of his body began to move in a unique way, and the fierce momentum that was originally released quickly shrank on the long sword in his hand, condensing into a sword light that was as deep and flowing as water waves.

[Broken]: Everything in the world is broken under this blade!

But at this moment, a dignified aura suddenly came from not far away, and then it was directly thrown into Chen Fei's body like a bird like a forest, and at the same time, the cold electronic synthesis sound of the system also resounded in Chen Fei's heart, causing his pupils to contract suddenly, and the [break] that had already reached the last step was at this moment... It actually dissipated directly!

“。。 The Yellow Turban Army Zhang Jiao died, and the host obtained a quarter of its dragon vein. ”

Great Virtuous Teacher...

He's dead?

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