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Zhang Fei rode his horse like the wind, stabbed out a spiral with the snake spear in his hand, rolled up a thick mist of blood, and charged towards Yan Liang.
Yan Liang stood with his sword horizontally, his face as calm as water, without any trace of emotion.
Frankly speaking, Yan Liang still admires Zhang Fei very much.
In the novel, this man had fought against Lu Bu, Ma Chao, Xu Chu and other top generals in the world. Except for the time when he lost Xuzhou, he was defeated by Lu Bu due to drunkenness, and he had almost never suffered a defeat in his life.
In addition to his superb martial arts, Zhang Fei is also very strong in intelligence. His ability to explain Yan Yan's justice and defeat Zhang He all reflect his resourcefulness.
It is a pity that such a famous general who fought for Liu Bei for half his life ended up being beheaded in a dream. It is really sad.
Seeing Zhang Fei rushing towards him like a wild beast, Yan Liang didn't show any fear.
He forced Guan Yu back twice, and the months of fighting had convinced him of his own strength.
Don't worry about Zhang Fei. Even if Lu Bu comes back to life, what's the point of fear?
His sword eyebrows were horizontal, his legs clamped fiercely on the horse's belly, and the big black horse neighed out from under his crotch, one man and one horse, shooting out like black electricity.
In the blood mist and dust, two giant shadows suddenly collided.
The huge metallic sound was like thunder, shaking the surrounding soldiers until their eardrums stung.
When they fought again, both of them were slightly shaken. Although Zhang Fei was not defeated, he was deeply shocked in his heart.
When he first heard that Guan Yu was defeated by Yan Liang in the Battle of White Horse, he felt so disdainful that he thought it was just a boring rumor. Now that Lu Bu is dead, who in the world can still be his second brother's opponent.
Today, after having a personal fight with Yan Liang, Zhang Fei realized that it was not a rumor. Zhang Fei was shocked by Yan Liang's sword skills and strength.
Shocked, Zhang Fei became even more furious, turned his horse around and came out with his snake spear again.
Yan Liang's face was calm, neither angry nor impatient. He opened and closed the long sword in his hand, and each sword carried an air of uprightness.
The two men fought in a melee, fighting together, and in the blink of an eye they had gone through more than fifty moves.
The blades of the blades and spears flew away, and heavy cold shadows were seen shooting out in all directions, only raising a billowing dust mist within a few feet of the surroundings. Those pawns who were unfortunate enough to be affected were all cut off and their limbs splattered with blood.
When Yan Liang calmly drew the sword, he was also impressed by Zhang Fei's martial arts. He thought that Zhang Yide, who defeated millions of Cao Cao's troops at Changbanpo, really lived up to his reputation.
The force on the snake spear is getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Fei has entered a semi-mad state, and he attacks every move without sparing any effort.
Yan Liang gradually felt that the power coming from the weapon was getting stronger. From the initial calm response, he gradually felt the pressure now.
The enemy's successive attacks aroused Yan Liang's ambition. He suddenly shouted loudly, cheered up, and the strength in his arms suddenly rose like a thunderous wave.
Zhang Fei originally thought that he had suppressed Yan Liang with strength and had a slight upper hand. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Yan Liang's momentum suddenly increased, and the fight was evenly matched in a few moves.
Zhang Fei was frightened and angry. Seeing that he could not capture Yan Liang, and a large number of enemy cavalry were chasing the two ladies' carriages, he became even more anxious.
When Yan Liang accepted the challenge, a pair of eagle eyes secretly watched Zhang Fei's expression changes.
Seeing the trace of anxiety flash across his ferocious face, Yan Liang knew that he had been distracted.
With a thought in his mind, Yan Liang struck a few blows and said with a smile: "I heard that Uncle Liu Huang has two beautiful wives. I, Yan Liang, have admired them for a long time. This time, I will invite those two beauties to Xinye to have a good drink with me."
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As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fei became even more furious, but the anxiety in his heart only increased.
Zhao Yun's side had only a hundred infantry, but Yan Liang's cavalry who were chasing him had nearly a thousand. Even though Zhao Yun was superb in martial arts, how could he defeat one against a thousand?
He had already lost Liu Bei's family once when he was in Xuzhou. If he lost his family again now, he would have no shame in meeting Liu Bei.
With fear in his heart, Zhang Fei became distracted without realizing it, and the attack power of the snake spear in his hand slowly weakened.
Yan Liangzhi knew that Zhang Fei was irritable, so he uttered teasing words in order to anger this fierce man.
After a few moves, Yan Liang noticed that Zhang Fei's moves were lagging behind, and he immediately realized that his strategy was working.
At that moment, he raised his whole body, and the blades came out like streams of light. He displayed his martial arts skills and launched the most violent attack.
Zhang Fei suddenly felt that the pressure had doubled, and for a moment he was only able to resist.
The two of them are indistinguishable in terms of martial arts. If you want to determine the winner, you can't tell the difference without using more than a thousand moves.
It's just that Zhang Fei was worried about his two sisters-in-law and had no intention of fighting. Once he fell behind in his moves, he would be passive at all times.
Another thirty moves passed, and Zhang Fei had no intention of fighting anymore. He attacked a few forcefully, found an opportunity to jump out of the battle group with his horse, looked to the east, and ran away.
"Zhang Yide, don't you want to take my life? Don't run away if you dare. Let's fight for another three hundred rounds."
Yan Liang didn't give chase, but instead sneered loudly.
Zhang Fei knew clearly that Yan Liang was humiliating him, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, but he did not dare to turn around and fight again.
After forcing Zhang Fei back, Yan Liang looked around and saw that the enemy infantry had been killed in pieces, with ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Yan Liang rode his horse and wielded his sword, as if he were in an uninhabited land, galloping back and forth in the battle group. Wherever he passed, countless heads fell.
Liu Bei's army was already at a disadvantage, but now that the general was gone, he was even more vulnerable, and he suffered many casualties in a matter of seconds.
After finishing off the enemy soldiers as quickly as possible, Yan Liang rode his horse eastward and led the victorious Shenxing Cavalry to continue looking eastward in pursuit.
The road looking eastward was already in chaos.
The seven hundred divine cavalry led by Zhou Cang had already detoured and caught up with the chariots and horses escorted by Zhao Yun not long after the battle on Yan Liang's side.
Although Zhao Yun was unparalleled in bravery, he was unable to save himself from the attack of several times the opponent's cavalry.
In a matter of moments, the entire convoy was dispersed.
The seven hundred divine knights tore the opponent's convoy into several pieces, and then took advantage of their commanding position to rampage and kill them on all sides.
When Zhao Yun was fighting hard, Zhang Fei came to join him with several cavalrymen. The two of them joined forces to fight their way out.
However, the two of them only focused on charging and breaking through the encirclement, but they were horrified to find that the carriage of the two ladies was cut off behind them.
How dare they leave Liu Bei's family behind? Just as they were about to turn back to fight, they saw a loud roar from the rebel army, and another group of soldiers and horses came to kill them. The big flag with the word "Yan" was flying high, and they passed by
The situation is unstoppable.
As soon as Yan Liang's side arrived, the morale of our army was greatly improved. More than a thousand Shenxingqi only killed more than a hundred enemy soldiers, and only a few were left.
Seeing the two ladies trapped in a tight siege, Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei gritted their teeth, ready to return and fight for the rescue.
At this time, Sun Qian blocked the two of them and advised: "My lord has an order. If something goes wrong, the first priority is for the two generals to retreat unscathed. The situation is like this, how can you put yourself in danger?"
"However, if the two ladies fall into the hands of Yan Liang, how can we face the Lord?" Zhao Yun looked sad and angry.
Sun Qian said sternly: "This is an order from my lord. Are the two generals going to disobey it?"
Speaking of this, the two men looked sad, what else could they say.
Zhang Fei stared for a long time, gritted his teeth, turned his horse and looked eastward.
As soon as Zhang Fei left, the other surviving soldiers followed and fled. Zhao Yun looked back at the enemy cavalry rolling in, sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to turn his horse away.
Yan Liang, who was leading his army to kill them, wanted to continue the pursuit, but saw that the carriages had been intercepted and expected that Liu Bei's family members were among them, so he ordered no further pursuit.
When the setting sun shone in the west, the battle ended. Blood and flesh were scattered on the road, and bursts of wailing echoed over the wilderness.
Yan Liang drove his horse to a carriage, stretched out his long knife, and slowly raised the curtain.
He leaned over and looked over, and as far as he could see, he saw a beautiful young woman with a pale face, sitting there with her eyes closed.
