Pan Feng!

When the Yellow Turban Army around him heard this name, all of them showed horror on their faces.

You know, this is a world-renowned general who is as famous as Lu Bu!

Guan Hai was shocked and then he immediately fell on the long blood-dropping sword in Pan Feng's hand, shouting coldly: "Thief, Pan Feng is using a gun. How dare you deceive the world and steal your reputation when you use a knife?"

Pan Feng sneered, raised a sword in his hand, and said proudly: "How can I not use a knife? Before my spear was born, didn't these all living beings think that I only knew axes?"

As soon as these words came out, Guan Hai couldn't help but frowned and shouted angrily: "I don't know how to live or die, I'm going to break into our military camp at night, and I dare to spend time. I think you're tired of living!"

After drinking, Guan Hai rode his horse and danced his sword, and with a fierce murderous intent, he galloped towards Pan Feng.

At the same time, Pan Feng rode alone, but was as immovable as a black iron tower. The blood-dropping steel knife hangs obliquely under the horse. In his deep eyes, a cold light as cold as snow was emitted.

The look of disdain was extremely disdainful, as if he didn't take Guan Hai as he was catching up.

In a moment, Guan Hai came again, and the long sword in his hand swept out wildly, slashing towards Pan Feng's chest with the power of thunder.

"Marriage is not high and has a bad temper."

The next moment, a surging murderous aura appeared between Pan Feng's eyebrows, and his arms, with blue veins rising, were held on the hilt of the knife at the same time.

A cold light flashed, and just before Guan Hai could see clearly how Pan Feng made a move, the blade with a cold light like snow had already arrived first and rushed in.

The invisible murderous aura is like a giant wall on all sides, coming from all directions, wrapping Guan Hai layer by layer, making it impossible to avoid it.

This is a full-strength attack from the Martial Saint realm.

Unparalleled, the wind and clouds change color!

"This momentum... Could it be that he is really Pan Feng..."

After a moment of shock, Guan Hai had no time to think too much, so he had to breathe, lift up the long sword in his hand, and use all his strength to block the unpredictable sword of the ghosts and gods.

Bang-

A long and harsh sound sounded from the wilderness, and the splashing fire light even reflected the vast night sky.

The layers of air waves triggered by the collision of blades spread from all directions, and they turned out to overturn all the soldiers and soldiers within ten steps around them, like grass clippings.

With a knife, Guan Hai could no longer hold back the rushing blood in his body. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was immediately bombarded by Pan Feng to a camp more than ten steps away by him.

When he covered his chest again and wanted to get up again, Pan Feng jumped into the tent, and the tip of the knife reached his eyebrows.

Tick ​​tick tick —

The blood on the blade ticked along the tip of the knife between Guan Hai's firm eyebrows.

His pupils were filled with sword light at this moment, and there was an extreme sense of panic in the cold light.

After all, I am a ninth-rank general. I am a fierce man who can subdue himself with just two swords. I believe he doesn't want to steal other people's names.

At this moment, he finally believed that the man in front of him, who looked like a god of killing, was the general Pan Feng, who was as famous as Lu Bu!

At this time, Pan Feng was in the tent, but no more Yellow Turban soldiers dared to enter the tent to assassinate them.

This is the sense of oppression from the top strong people.

The powerful Martial Saint is so terrifying!

"Kill me, our Taiping Road patriots are not afraid of death!" Guan Hai's eyes were like a torch, and his face was full of a look of death.

It seemed that in his opinion, it was not embarrassing to die under Pan Feng's knife.

"There are faults, and the debts are the masters."

"If I really want to kill you, that knife just now has already brought your soul back to the nine springs." Pan Feng said coldly and ruobing.

Guan Hai frowned and said in confusion: "What does this mean?"

"Someone wants to use your head and the food and grass of your troops as an explanation for killing Han Han to calm the anger of Han Jizhou." Pan Feng stared at Guan Hai coldly, with a little sympathy in his eyes.

"I have no grudges and no grudges with Han Fu. What are the benefits of killing Han Han? Who framed me?" Guan Hai was furious. When he moved, the blade had cut his forehead.

Pan Feng said in a cold voice: "The other Qu general of the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou, Zhang Rao."

"Zhang Rao!? How is this possible? Although I have some gaps in private, I am a fellow man. How could he frame him for Han Han who was killed?" Guan Hai looked unbelievable.

Because in his opinion, although the commanders of the two Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou are different, they at least believe in the Taoist path of peace. Zhang Rao could not understand the principle of losing his lips and being cold.

"I have to ask you two, who killed Mr. Han, and I feel guilty about being a thief."

Pan Feng shouted coldly, took out a hand-drawn topographic map from his arms, and threw it on Guan Hai's face.

Guan Hai took the topographic map, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to anger.

Because what is drawn on it clearly shows the layout of his camp, and the location of the food and grass is specially marked.

Guan Hai suppressed his anger and gasped, "What do you mean is that Zhang Rao killed Han Han, for fear that the matter would be exposed and retaliated by the Jizhou army, so he used my head to pay the crime?"

"You are not stupid." Pan Feng responded lightly with his long knife in his hand.

"No!" Guan Hai suddenly recovered and said sternly: "A layout map cannot be a direct evidence that Zhang Rao wants to harm me. He knows that there are more than one person in the Yellow Turban Army where I am!"

Hearing this, Pan Feng was slightly stunned at first, and then said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, you might as well see if Zhang Rao will lead his troops to come tomorrow to see if you died under my knife tonight. Then you will know who killed Mr. Han."

The cold light flashed suddenly, Pan Feng put away his knife and turned his hand, pondering: "Behind me, there is also a 100,000 army of my lord. If you don't give an explanation, if Mr. Han is angry, the Yellow Turban will be buried in a million!"

After the domineering words fell, Pan Feng waved a long sword in his hand, and a sharp and short sound of dragon roar resounded throughout the circle, like a crack of silk. The huge camp was suddenly split into two in the dazzling sword light.

Seeing this scene, the Yellow Turban soldiers around him were so scared that they took dozens of steps back.

Even soldiers holding bows and arrows in the distance lost the courage to fire the hidden arrows, because if Pan Feng was not shot to death, those who were waiting for them would be dead and burial.

Pan Feng dragged the blood knife diagonally, and under the gaze of fear and anxiety, he rode out, but no one dared to come forward to stop him.

Guan Hai, who was lying on the ground, held the paper terrain map in his hand, and looked at the figure gradually fading away and disappeared into the vast night, but he didn't dare to move for a long time.

A bloody robe flew violently in the night wind. Pan Feng didn't even turn his head back and dragged his knife straight out, with a mighty and powerful general.

Until he walked out of the Yellow Turban Army camp, hundreds of steps away, Pan Feng glanced back with his light and did not see the thief army chasing him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, this Guo Fengxiao is indeed a god-like prediction..."

After relieving, Pan Feng rushed straight to Boyang City without looking back while whipping the war horse.
Chapter completed!