"His Royal Highness Prince Ming is in danger! Rush in and protect His Highness!" Guan Hai waved the nine-ring sword in his hand, and the heavy blade became even faster and fiercer in Guan Hai's hand. Every time he struck the sword, there was a scream of pain from the enemy. At this time, Guan Hai had already
His eyes turned red, and the sword he originally wielded with both hands had been handed over to one hand. In the other hand, he was holding a severed leg that was torn from an unknown person and kept waving it around.
"Protect His Highness Prince Ming!" Five thousand personal guards of the Yellow Turban Army have arrived one after another, roaring in the face of the cold arrows that are constantly shot out of the dense forest and the enemies pouring out. When they meet hand-to-hand, both sides are not weaklings, they are both on the battlefield.
A man who survived a hundred battles with a narrow escape. Amidst the deafening sound of killing, a thousand "bandits" relied on their geographical advantages to block the five thousand Yellow Turban Guards at the edge of the dense forest!
"Are you Guan Hai? Let me come and meet you!" A sinister voice sounded, and Wei Yan quickly cut the throats of the Yellow Turban soldiers with short blades in both hands. When the blood spurted out, Wei Yan's figure was already rushing towards him and waving the knife frantically.
Guan Hai.
"Who are you, you dare to stop this commander! Go to hell!" Guan Hai saw Wei Yan's figure flickering left and right, and blood splattered everywhere where the short blade flashed. He couldn't help but roared and rushed towards Wei Yan.
"I'll tell you who I am when I cut your throat!" Wei Yansen smiled, and two blue lights waved out from his hands.
"Get away!" Guan Hai swept the big knife in his hand, and his fierce fighting spirit instantly extinguished a blue light. But another blue light easily cut open the flesh of the thigh held by Guan Hai's other hand. The blade of the knife
It swept across Guan Hai's shoulder. "Pfft!" Blood flowed out, and a deep scar with bone visible appeared on Guan Hai's shoulder.
"I'm not done with you!" After being injured, Guan Hai seemed to be going crazy. He threw away half of his thigh and held the long handle of the nine-ring sword with both hands. His whole body began to spin crazily like a windmill! The powerful fighting spirit exploded.
It surges out, and anyone who comes close within a few meters will be cut in half!
"Tsk, let's see how long you can last with such a fighting style that consumes fighting spirit!" Although Wei Yan said so, he did not dare to confront Guan Hai head-on. He just walked around Guan Hai, swinging a knife from time to time, and cutting off one of them.
The throat of the Yellow Turban soldier. According to his estimation, although Guan Hai was brave at this time, he would not be able to hold on for long. By then, he would definitely cut off Guan Hai's head with his own hands!
"Boy, don't run away if you dare! I'll chop you up!" Guan Hai was anxious, but facing Wei Yan who came and went like the wind, he had no choice but to roar like a bull.
"Do you think I'm stupid? Let's see if you can still scream when I rip your throat out!" Wei Yan smiled coldly and continued to walk around, letting Guan Hai scold him.
"I will fight with you!" Guan Hai was furious in his heart. His body suddenly stopped rotating, and he stepped hard on the ground with his feet and rose up with a "boom". His whole body was like a hill, and he raised the nine-ring sword with both hands.
, slashing crazily towards Wei Yan with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain!
"It's still too slow!" Wei Yan licked his lips and looked at Guan Hai, who had dived towards him without reservation, with a bloody light in his eyes. There was a slight "clang" sound from the two short blue blades in his hands, and Wei Yan
He arched his body slightly and rushed towards Guan Hai's defenseless chest.
"Don't go anywhere, just stay here and wait for him to chop you!" A gust of wind blew by, and a voice as cold as hell blew gently into Wei Yan's ears, making Wei Yan couldn't help but feel a cry from the bottom of his heart.
A chill.
"You...!" Before Wei Yan could react, several rotten palms with only bones left suddenly stretched out from the ground under his feet! In an instant, these palms firmly grasped Wei Yan's calves and legs without hesitation.
The ankles firmly held Wei Yan in place!
Guo Jia's face was as white as paper and lifeless, and he stood there as lifeless as a dead person. However, within a few meters around him, no living person dared to come close! The breath of death
Filling the air, corpses stood up one after another, fell down, and stood up again... It was not until the body was chopped into pieces that the heart-stopping movement stopped. At this moment, Guo Jia represents death, he is like a walking corpse.
Wherever the body touches, even the most fearless warrior will feel the trembling from the heart!
"Ah! Die!" Guan Hai's huge body fell rapidly, and the nine-ring sword in his hand was as heavy as a mountain!
"You want me to die? It's not that easy!" Wei Yan, who has never been good at confrontation, flashed a trace of despair and anger in his eyes. He raised two azure short blades high, and at the moment when fighting energy poured into his body, the two short blades
A deep blue light emitted from above!
"Boom!" The nine-ring broadsword hit the short blade firmly. In the terrifying "click" sound, Wei Yan's arms suddenly broke! And his body was thrown straight back like a kite with broken strings.
Flying out, a stream of blood spurted out, and Wei Yan's body hit a big tree firmly and slid down softly.
"This kid is so damn difficult!" Guan Hai fell heavily to the ground. After taking a look at Guo Jia, he gasped for breath.
"He's not dead yet!" Guo Jia glanced at Wei Yan, whose chest was rising slightly as he fell on the ground, and said calmly.
"Don't worry, I'll let him die completely now!" Guan Hai, who had recovered his breath, rushed to Wei Yan's side with rapid strides, and raised the nine-ring sword high in his hand again.
"Stop!" Following a sharp shout, golden light flashed in the dense forest, and powerful fighting spirit rushed straight to Guan Hai's chest.
"Cang!" Guan Hai held the big sword in both hands and stepped back for more than ten steps before he could stop. His eyes flashed with disbelief. If he hadn't tried his best to block it, the golden eagle-feather arrow just now would have been stopped.
It passed through the chest. Even so, Guan Hai's hands holding the sword were a little numb, and there was an obvious dent on the nine-ring sword made of fine iron!
"If you don't want your master to die, stop it all!" The voice sounded again, and more than a thousand figures gradually appeared in everyone's sight, led by Huang Zhong who was holding a golden bow.
"Your Highness!" After Guan Hai saw Qin Yang being held by two people, he didn't care much, let out a roar and rushed forward. However, his body suddenly stopped after a scimitar approached Qin Yang's neck.
Come down.
"Humph, my reaction is pretty quick, otherwise your Highness would probably have his head moved!" Cai Hao snorted coldly, and rubbed the sharp blade against Qin Yang's neck again before slowly retracting it.
At this time, Qin Yang had already been tightly bound. Faced with the siege of four powerful fighters and nearly a thousand warriors, even he had no way to escape. At this time, he could only let others slaughter him.
"How much was lost?" Huang Zhong put away his big bow and asked a small commander of his side with a frown.
"Sir, seven hundred brothers were killed and more than two hundred were injured. General Wei was also seriously injured and unconscious." The young commander said with lingering fear.
"Just like that, a thousand brothers were almost wiped out?!" Huang Zhong's eyes flashed. These were the elite troops he carefully selected from Jingzhou. He didn't expect that there would be such heavy casualties in just ten minutes.
At the same time, Guo Jia also received a casualty report from the Yellow Turban Army. More than 500 people were killed and 300 injured! After hearing the news, Guo Jia’s eyes flickered. The Yellow Turban King Ming’s personal guards were all elite fighters.
.The loss was so serious in an instant. The other party was definitely not an ordinary bandit!
Thinking of this, Guo Jia calmly came to Guan Hai and shouted to the other side: "I wonder who your Excellency is? Do you know that the person you kidnapped is the Hanzhong Mu of the Han Empire and the Qin Dynasty who was granted the title of Marquis of the Pass.
Your Highness Yang?!"
"Nonsense! Why are we robbing him if we don't know? How much are you worthless, nameless people like you?" Cai Hao narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
"Then do you know the crime of kidnapping an important official of the empire..."
"Stop scaring me! If you were afraid of me, you wouldn't be a bandit!"
"What are your conditions? How can we let my Highness go?" Guo Jia stopped Guan Hai, who was about to rush forward again, and said loudly. What he needs most now is to figure out where these people came from. There are no marks on these people.
, they do appear to be bandits at first glance, but it is obvious that this is intended to conceal their true identity.
"Guo Jia, Guan Hai! Don't worry about me. I will have a good talk with their boss later. Don't worry, Mr. Liu from Jingzhou and Mr. Cai Yong from the Imperial Capital are both my friends. I'm very good now!..."
Qin Yang, who had just taken a breath, suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. Although his mouth was immediately covered by the frightened Cai Hao, his eyes were shining with pride.
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