Hearing that Zhang Rang was finally going to make a move, Liangyiren couldn't help but be overjoyed.

He had long noticed that Zhang Rang led more than 3,000 Jianghu masters under his command, of which 2,000 were from the Frost Descending Division, and the remaining more than 1,000 were from Zhanyunmen.

These people are all masters, and the weakest ones are all Sanhua Juding.

"Rush with me!"

Zhang Rang gave an order, and this time Zhao Zhong and Duan Jue, as well as Cao Jie and Hou Lan, who came with them, rushed up with their men.

However, these 3,000 men did not attack in one direction, but mixed in with the 5,000 troops sent by the Liangyi people to attack the camp.

Looking at it from a distance, it is easy to see that these subordinates of Zhang Rang are mixed with the soldiers, which is very obvious.

At this moment, the frustration of the defensive frow furrowed, he didn't understand what this Jean wanted to do.

And as these three thousand people advanced step by step, one thousand of them from the Battle Cloud Gate all began to operate the Blood Cloud Dafa and began to absorb the power of the surrounding qi and blood, so as to improve their own combat effectiveness.

Just when the 5,000 people who had just been put into the battlefield also began to attack the city, suddenly, blood blades burst out.

However, the target of these bloody blade attacks was not the Han army, but the soldiers around the Northern Army.

A thousand masters of the rivers and lakes attacked while the soldiers were attacking the city.

In an instant, four or five thousand soldiers fell in pools of blood.

These fallen soldiers provided more qi and blood power, making these thousand martial artists who had cultivated the Blood Cloud Dafa even stronger.

At this moment, Liang Yiren was stunned.

What's going on with this Jean, is this going to kill his own soldiers and then attack the enemy's camp with his strength and blood?

But at this moment, Zhang Rang was full of true qi and shouted loudly: "The grain and grass in the rear have been burned, and the twenty-four sword divisions have all taken refuge in the Han court. Surrender, all sergeants!"

As Zhang Rang shouted out this sentence, the Blood Shadow Sword shot out, directly cutting off the head of a general on the battlefield.

When the Liangyi people in the distance saw this scene, the secret way was not good.

Turn around and run away.

If it was any of the other three people among the four generals of Fengyun who came today, Zhang Rang would not have ordered his subordinates to absorb the power of qi and blood on the battlefield, because he needed these powers of qi and blood to deal with the four generals of Fengyun.

But now, he is facing a good person, and to deal with him, he doesn't need to use these qi and blood powers.

In between, Zhang Rang's body moved, and he killed Liang Yiren who was behind.

"General Liang, I want to borrow something from you. I hope you don't get stingy!"

"What do you want?" Ryoyiren immediately asked the guards around him to protect him, and at the same time prepared to step back.

"Your necklace is on the head!" Zhang Rang said as he pulled out the Tiger Dragon Sparrow and slashed it down.

With a bang, the purple sword roared, directly shaking all the dozen or so guards who were blocking in front of Liang Yiren.

The three swords of the Heavenly Demon, the first knife was slashed out, and in an instant, the endless demonic qi turned into a rain of blood.

The Three Swords of the Heavenly Demon are a new knife method that Zhang Rang fused with the original Three Swords of Demon Rain as the core, and there are also only three swords.

But the current Heavenly Demon Three Swords are the orange two-star sword technique, and they are also the strongest sword techniques among their own sword techniques.

So, the knife fell with a bang.

Liang Yiren's face changed greatly, and he immediately drew his spear, and the evil and true qi condensed, and the gun came out like a dragon.

Bang.

Liang Yiren's whole person was shocked back more than twenty meters away, and in the endless rain of blood, the blade condensed by the demonic qi finally fell.

Poof.

Liang Yiren had a cut cut out of his chest, and although he immediately sealed his wound with a shy, he knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely die.

"Withdraw!"

If it was the other three of the four generals of Fengyun, they would definitely take people to fight here to the death at this moment.

Although the Han army began to fight back, if they seized the opportunity, they could still turn defeat into victory at this moment.

But now, Liang Yiren's heart only wants to live, and the result is destined to die on the battlefield.

Zhang Rangfei chased after Liang Yiren, and all the warriors and soldiers who stood in his way were killed along the way.

Seeing Liang Yiren who was running away, Zhang Rang sighed helplessly, "Liang Yiren, you are also one of the four generals of Fengyun who was personally canonized by Yuan Shaochu." Do you just run away without a fight?"

Rumble!

Zhang Rang said, and the second knife of the Heavenly Demon Three Swords fell.

Liang Yiren heard Zhang Rang's words, but he didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest, burst out with all his strength, and fled quickly.

Although Zhang Rang's combat effectiveness is very strong, Zhang Rang has to admit that in terms of light skills, he is not much worse than himself.

And what I have to do now is not to hunt down and kill Liangyiren alone, but to let the tens of thousands of troops here be defeated.

As the masters of the rivers and lakes under his command began to rebel, he forced Liang Yiren to retreat, and the other generals fled in all directions.

Zhang Rang grabbed the tiger and the dragon and slashed, and killed the generals of the Northern Army one after another.

At this time, the Han army had already rushed out of the barracks.

Besieged on three sides, Zhang Rang was located in the north, which was also frontal.

Now that the tens of thousands of troops in the north have begun to rout, coupled with the news that the twenty-four sword divisions have all defected spread by Zhang Rang, although the east and west can barely block the offensive of the Han army for a while, they also know that the situation is not good and can only retreat.

After all, the tens of thousands of troops in the north have been defeated.

If they still stay here, they can only be surrounded by the Han army in the end, and then besieged and killed.

In addition, the generals in the army no longer trust these people in the rivers and lakes, and the warriors of the twenty-four sword divisions on the east and west sides don't know what's going on.

As a result, the crowd had no choice but to begin to retreat north.

Of course, for some well-drilled and disciplined teams, this is a retreat at this moment.

But for some people who don't pay attention to practice on weekdays, it's basically a complete rout.

Especially after the people in the rivers and lakes were not trusted, there was even a situation of fighting each other.

So, the soldiers retreated in one direction, and the people in the rivers and lakes retreated in the other direction.

Originally, 200,000 troops surrounded the Han army camp, but now the armies in all three directions began to rout northward.

At the same time, the Han army rushed out of the camp, and had been surrounded and beaten by the other side all these days, and now it was finally about to raise its eyebrows.

The soldiers of the Han army were all imposing.

Towards the Northern Army.

However, Sima Baiyue led people out from the west, and after killing more than 20 masters of the rivers and lakes, he led 2,000 people under his command straight to the north.

It is important to make contributions, but he knows that he has a very important purpose for coming this time.

That is to avenge his own brother Sima Xingxing!

Kill Zhang Rang!

And just as he rushed towards the north with the army, he saw that behind a group of Jianghu warriors who fled north, a young man dressed in black slashed and fell with a tiger and dragon sparrow in his hand.

Everywhere the purple sword passed, there was blood.

That's him!

At this moment, a spark of hatred burned in Sima Baiyue's pupils.