Striding forward, Zhang Yu bent down and picked up the saber that was stuck diagonally in the soil.

In the purple scabbard with green orchid is a sword with no edges on either side.

The sharp blade is the same as ever.

The sword has long been reforged, and the man who wielded it is long gone.

Tethering the sword diagonally between his belt, Zhang Yu leaned down again and picked out an iron lance from the place where he picked up the long sword.

Zhang Yu clenched the iron grip of the iron, shaped like the tip of a spear, and shook off the sparse soil particles.

Zhang Yu held the lance and quickly ran towards the west of Yinshui Town.

He followed the sturdy men who were desperate to rush into the rubble to save their loved ones.

But along a completely different path, interspersed with the chaotic crowd.

Although Yinshui Town has been expanded, the area is still not large.

In addition to the original wooden houses in the town, other temporary earthen houses with pits are very crowded with each other.

After being covered with earth and rock, most of the earthen houses were smashed.

The soldiers of Anyang County slaughtered the townspeople who had no ability to resist among the ruins, slaughtering the physically exhausted elite.

The slaughtered townsfolk let out wails and screams under the butcher's knives, accompanied by begs for mercy and angry curses.

Blood flowed between the sparse soil, pooling blood-colored shallows on the ground.

Some soldiers poured black fuel oil on the blood, and some soldiers threw fire into the blood.

Smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell of burning in the air immediately spread to the unbearable stench.

In the thick of smoke, the flames spread among the ruins that seemed like hell.

Hundreds of war horses neighed in the fire, and arrows, knives and spears continued to cut into the human body.

The blood flowed and the fire grew.

Black smoke is thicker.

Zhang Yu turned his head, and an arrow slashed through his left cheek, bringing up a large patch of flesh.

Blood crawled all over half of Zhang Yu's cheeks, but he waved the long lance in his hand in disregard, and slashed at the slashing knife.

"Boom!"

The blade slashed against the iron mallet, making a dull grinding sound.

At this time, Zhang Yuzhou's body was already sore, coupled with the physical loss during training, he struck a hard blow to the Guan knife cut by the cavalry, and his hands almost couldn't hold the lance under the huge shock.

He involuntarily took a few steps back, and Zhang Yu's body was crooked.

When Zhang Yu stabilized his body, two cavalrymen rushed in front of him at the same time, and the cavalry who had passed by him and fought him first also turned their horses and drove their horses towards him.

It's so strong!

Zhang Yu propped up the iron lance in his hand and blocked the two spears that slashed at the top of his head.

Several cracks burst out from the tiger's mouth in the palm of the hand, Zhang Yu exerted all his strength, but the iron lance that blocked the spear could only point at the ground crookedly.

Am I weak?

Forcefully slashing away the two spears, Zhang Yue lowered his head fiercely, and narrowly dodged a slash to the back of his neck.

"Whew!"

The sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded in his ears, and Zhang Yu immediately exerted his legs and wanted to jump to the side.

But his legs were now filled with a high density of mercury.

He didn't have time to take that kick.

"Poof!"

The arrow pierced his unarmored left shoulder, and the sharp head pierced directly through the hard bone.

"Ahh

Zhang Yu exhaled in pain, he clenched his teeth after the pain, but his left hand could no longer hold the lever.

With his right hand alone, Zhang Yue held the lance unsteadily.

"Poof. "Poof. ”

The two spears passed through the iron lance one after the other, and pierced Zhang Yu's chest one after the other.

Taking advantage of the fact that the spearhead was not deep, Zhang Yu immediately raised his neck, and his body fell backwards towards the ground with his strength.

The cold spearhead covered with blood was exposed to the air, two holes opened in his chest, and Zhang Yu, who had fallen to the ground, looked at the sky again.

That back was still in his eyes.

That back is still in the sky.

"Broken!"

The sunset at dusk radiates a brilliant red glow, and the sky between the clouds is blue and clean, spotless.

Not allowed.

As soon as his back touched the ground, Zhang Yu shouted angrily, and immediately shrank back and flipped over.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Zhang Yu grabbed the iron lance with both hands and slashed out diagonally in front of him.

I don't!

From the bottom up, the sharp blade first severed the thick hooves of a warhorse, and then the neck of a cavalryman.

Then, Zhang Yu skillfully used the lance to block the chopping knife, and took advantage of the cavalry's momentum to draw a circle with a long lance to pull the knife shaft.

The next moment, the iron rod brushed the handle of the knife.

The sharp blade pierced the cavalryman's belly.

"Broken!"

With another angry cry coming out of his mouth, Zhang Yu waved the iron lance that pierced the cavalry's belly and swept the cavalry to the ground.

"Poof!"

The iron lance pierced through the cavalryman's body, and the sharp tip of the lance pierced into the ground.

Nailed a cavalryman to the ground, Zhang Yu, whose chest and left shoulder were covered with blood, ran to the side, picked up the Guan knife that fell to the ground, and rushed towards another cavalryman who had just fallen from his horse and held a spear in his hand.

Don't!

A knife slashed into the neck of the cavalry, and Zhang Yu slashed the cavalry to the ground.

Zhang Yu threw away the handle of the knife.

Blood splattered on his face, and his eyes were as red as blood.

You are not allowed to trample on my dignity!

Do not die at your hands!

Zhang Yu walked a few steps not far away, next to a war horse left by a dead cavalryman, and pulled the reins hanging from the horse's neck.

Turning over his horse, Zhang Yu turned his horse's head and drove the horse towards the west.

The soldiers who were ravaging among the ruins, someone found Zhang Yu galloping on horseback.

Someone shouted in unison.

Arrows flew towards Zhang Yu.

There were cavalry rushing towards Zhang Yu.

But in terms of horsemanship, in Zhou Hejun, there are only two people who can compare with Zhang Yu.

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Standing on the carriage, Zhou He, who was motionless, narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Yu, who had passed through the cavalry blockade and rushed towards him quickly.

He removed the smile from his face and frowned slightly.

Holding a tiger's spear and wearing brown armor, Zhou Mi chased closely behind Zhang Yu, and the former desperately narrowed the distance between him and the latter.

With Zhou Miao's efforts, coupled with the gap between the two mounts, the distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

But it's not close enough.

Zhang Yu looked at Zhou He, who was still standing in the carriage more than 20 meters away, and kept clenching his teeth, and finally showed a smile on his puffed out cheeks.

Zhang Yu, who was full of smiles, pulled out the saber at his waist.

The white sword body flashed a dazzling red glow in the sunset sunset.

The light and sword both moved Zhou He, and even showed a look of horror on the old man's still pale face.

Then, Zhou He swung the round axe behind his back and slashed at Zhang Yu, who was driving the horse.

The brown bright axe shadow sculpted by Tu Yuan cut through the air in front of Zhou He and slashed at Zhang Yu's sword-holding right arm.

Zhang Yu used his hands and feet at the same time, and immediately jumped up from the horse.

But he didn't jump fast enough.

The shadow of the axe that was dyed by the sunset split Zhang Yu's left shoulder and cut off half of Zhang Yu's body.

The huge force pulled Zhang Yu's body in mid-air and fell backwards.

By the time he landed, there had been a rain of blood in the air.

Watch as the reddened sword slashes an arc in mid-air and falls to the ground.

Looking at the sword lying on the ground not far away, Zhou He's frowning brows loosened slightly, and the old man raised his thick eyebrows, a sneer bloomed on his face.

"Fake?"

Raising his head with a smile, Zhou He looked at Zhang Yu who fell to the ground, and his brows furrowed again.

Zhang Yu's legs trembled, but he still supported his broken body.

The wound on the right side of his body that was cut diagonally was bleeding, and Zhang Yu, who was already unconscious in pain, still stubbornly stood up.

Just as Zhang Yue stood up with his head down, Zhou Miao, who had an angry face, drove his horse to Zhang Yu's side.

"Poof!"

The tiger's spear pierced Zhang Yu's chest, and the head of the spear pierced into the soil.

Zhang Yu, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, vomited a mouthful of blood.

Then he laughed.

He smiled and looked up at the sky with the last of his strength.

There was no back on the sky, only the infinite blue.

Heaven is silent.

Zhang Yu could only choke.