The World of Yellow Sky

Blood gushed out from Lin Geng's chest and mouth. Lin Geng's eyes were wide open, and he firmly held the spear stuck in his chest. He wanted to raise the spear in his hand and kill all the humble farmers in front of him. .

But all the strength in his body was rapidly disappearing from his body, and the intense tiredness was eroding his consciousness.

The situation of Cheng Feng and Lin Geng had already been discovered by Wen Chou, but Wen Chou's situation was not optimistic. He was also surrounded by soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army at this time, and the speed of the horse had slowed down. It was too thick, and he couldn't break out of the encirclement at all.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army gathered more and more without any decrease. More and more Han cavalry were dragged off their horses by hooks and spears. The rest of the Han cavalry were still fighting, but they were desperate for escape.

The war horse fell down amidst the wailing, and was drowned in the crowd.

Wen Chou fought back with all his strength, and once again beheaded a leader of the Yellow Turban Army, but he already had several wounds on his body.

"call out----"

The sharp wooden whistle kept echoing in Wen Chou's ears, making his ears hurt.

"die!!"

Seeing Wen Chou, a brave Yellow Turban chief was a little dazed, and he stabbed Wen Chou with a spear, intending to kill the general of the Han army.

But Wen Chou was just in a trance, and did not relax his vigilance against the dangers of the outside world. Wen Chou raised his spear to parry the incoming spear again, and then slammed the spear down, directly smashing the spear of the Yellow Turban Army Commander with great force. It was smashed into two pieces.

Wen Chou's eyes sharpened, and holding the spear in his left hand, he pushed forward suddenly, and the sharp point of the spear pierced through the throat of the Yellow Turban army commander. The dozen or so Yellow Turban soldiers beside him were all trembling, Although there were many people, but because of Wen Chou's power, they all held up their spears and dared not take a step forward.

Wen Chou's eyes froze slightly, and he noticed that the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army surrounding him were retreating.

As if feeling something in his heart, Wen Chou suddenly turned his head, only to see a general of the Yellow Turban Army riding a black black horse, coming slowly. recede.

Lai Jiang's stature is different from ordinary people's, with a slender waist and back, shoulders hugged together, sword-shaped eyebrows blended into the sky and inserted into the forehead, a pair of handsome eyes are white and clear, waist is wild and beastly belt, feet are riding auspicious cloud shoes, wearing a basin collar Iron armor, covered with a pink and satin-colored battle robe of hundreds of flowers, wearing a black iron helmet with cavalry feathers on his head, and holding a strange painted halberd, he drove the horse slowly.

In a trance, Wen Chou actually had an illusion that the Wuzhui BMW, the strange painting halberd and Lu Bu's repeated victories made Wen Chou think of the famous and vicious Overlord of Western Chu.

Lv Bu held the halberd and did not make any other movements immediately, but the huge sense of oppression was already blowing over his face.

The halberd is drawn downwards, and the sharp point at the top exudes a murderous aura that makes people gradually increase their ferocity. Fang Tian's four-cornered blade seems to hide the power of ghosts and gods, captivating people's hearts and bloodthirsty killings.

After a distance of more than twenty steps, Lu Bu slowly raised his halberd in his hand, pointing the halberd straight at Wen Chou, and there was no one soldier standing between him and Wen Chou.

"Jiuyuan Lu Bu, come to ask Your Excellency about martial arts."

Lu Bu reported his name indifferently, even though he saw a brigade of Han cavalry coming behind Wen Chou, his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Wen Chou's heart was awe-inspiring. More than 20 soldiers of the Han army were surrounded by blood-stained armor. By this time of the battle, many people had lost their horses and could only fight on foot.

"laugh----"

The Wuzhui Baoma sitting under Lu Bu shook his head slightly and snorted. This Wuzhui Baoma came from the Wuhuan tribe of Shanggu County, and it was one of the dowry sent by Master Nanlou of Shanggu Wuhuan.

In order to marry her daughter to Xu An, Nanlou spent a lot of money, not only because the Wuhuan tribe of Shanggu fully supported the great cause of the Yellow Turban Army.

In addition, nine more precious horses were given away, and more than a thousand warriors added another sum to the dowry gift list. This black-tailed horse was one of the nine horses, and was later presented to him by Xu An. Lu Bu.

The swirling gust of wind swept across the sky above the official road like a blade.

The deafening shouts of killing were also mixed with the thunderous sound of horseshoes. Wen Chou knew very well that Yan Liang had already rushed to the rescue with his cavalry.

"Anping Wenchou."

Wen Chou pulled the reins lightly, also clenched the spear in his hand, and announced his name in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, the horse neighed suddenly, and the two horses under Lu Bu and Wen Chou neighed at the same time, and galloped forward with their respective masters.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

The distance of twenty steps has arrived in an instant. ,

Wen Chou's wolf eyes widened, and the bravery that had been suppressed by Lu Bu gushed out of his heart again. Wen Wu was the first, and Wu Wu was the second. As a warrior, no one would be willing to be inferior to others.

The spear was like a shooting star, coming first after sending out, stabbing towards Lu Bu's waist and abdomen like a silver snake spitting out a letter.

The pot-collared iron armor worn by Lu Bu may not cause much damage to him if he stabs his throat. On the contrary, the more concentrated waist and abdomen rely on horsepower. It deals damage and impact.

But when he heard the sound of "Dang Lang", the painting halberd in Lu Bu's hand was as light as if it were light, and with just a light stroke of the painting halberd, Wen Chou's inevitable shot was separated.

Huge force was transmitted along the barrel of the gun to Wen Chou's hands. Wen Chou, who has always been able to overwhelm the enemy, did not get any advantage in terms of strength this time. The spear in his hand seemed to have hit an extremely hard tree with deep roots. Unsteady grip and let go.

The two horses hand in first, both of them are top cavaliers, and at the same time control the horses under their seats to gallop towards the same side.

Lu Bu exerted force with both hands, Fang Tian painted the halberd in his hand, and suddenly turned around in mid-air, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, Wen Chou's eyes froze, he could hardly see the shape of the halberd in Lu Bu's hand, and then his eyes went dark , A black shadow has covered his head.

There is no way to avoid, there is no way to hide, Wen Chou gave a tiger roar, raised his spear and swept away from front to back.

"clang!!!"

But after hearing a loud noise, the sound of Jin Ge clashing suddenly sounded, and the soldiers on both sides were all affected by the deafening sound, and retreated unconsciously.

The halberd blade and spear tip collided suddenly, and then separated again suddenly.

Wen Chou could only feel the qi and blood surging in his heart, and the huge force from the tip of the gun poured down like a flood, which would make his qi and blood churn.

Before he could catch his breath, Lu Bu swung his second halberd again.

Wen Chou was shocked by the speed of Lu Bu's moves, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much. Only by exerting [-]% of his strength could he not be defeated by Lu Bu's hands.

Wen Chou gave a tiger roar, his wolf eyes widened, showing his ferocious face, and with all his strength, a long spear was dancing under Wen Chou, like a hundred flowers blooming, covering Lu Bu in an instant with a thousand points of cold light.

But no matter how Wen Chou attacked, they were all resolved by Lu Bu one by one.

Lu Bu's eyes froze, and under Wen Chou's repeated onslaught, he had already discovered the loophole.

"clang!"

The sound of Jin Ge clashing again, Lu Bu suddenly exerted strength with both hands, and raised the painting halberd violently.

One force lowered ten times, Lu Bu made a strong and heavy pick, Wen Chou was not prepared at all, but Wen Chou is still a first-class general after all, if ordinary people are challenged by this, the weapons in their hands will definitely be knocked down by Lu Bu, but Wen Chou is still He firmly grasped the spear in his hand.

It's just that although Wen Chou is still holding the spear, the spear is on the top, but the waist and abdomen are already wide open.

"Ho!"

With a roar like a thunderstorm, Lu Bu raised his eyes, and the painting halberd in his hand slapped Wen Chou's waist with murderous intent.

"Dare thieves!"

A roar suddenly exploded, and the huge sound of Jin Ge clashing suddenly rang in Wen Chou's ears, piercing his eardrums with pain.

A black horse with snow-white hooves suddenly jumped into Wen Chou's field of vision.

It was Yan Liang who arrived in time at this critical moment.

Seeing that Yan Liang was in a hurry, Lu Bu did not panic at all, all of this was within Xu You's expectation.

Because of Yan Liang's eagerness to rescue Wen Chou, he had already distanced himself from the large army, and only entered the formation with a few personal guards.

With a wave of his halberd, Lu Bu slightly distanced himself from Yan Liang, Wen Chou.

He raised his halberd to catch the two of them, and the three of them were fighting together again in an instant.

Chapter 415 Encouragement for profit, understanding for reason

The main soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army stopped the personal guards who followed Yan Liang and rushed into the formation, as well as the more than [-] cavalry who followed Wen Chou and separated them from Yan Liang and Wen Chou. Without trying to help Yan Liang and Wen Chou, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army would not attack these cavalry.

Facing the sharp spears and halberds, and seeing that no one was going to help Lu Bu fight against Yan Liang and Wen Chou, these soldiers of the Han army also reined in their horses.

Then there was a rather strange scene on the official road, everyone almost stopped their movements, but kept some due vigilance, their attention was all focused on Yan Liang, Wen Chou and Lu Bu.

The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who had surrounded Lu Bu, Yan Liang, and Wen Chou had already been ordered to disperse into the distance.

On the official road, the neighing of horses was loud, the sound of horseshoes continued, and the sound of clashing gold and spears resounded.

Lu Bu rode alone against Yan Liang and Wen Chou, but he did not fall into the disadvantaged.

Both Yan Liang and Wen Chou were shocked in their hearts. They joined the army together, and they cooperated skillfully. The enemy generals who died in their hands were like carp crossing the river, but now they didn't win at all. Lu Bu's chance.

It is true that Yan Liang and Wen Chou had already experienced quite a fierce fight before they faced Lu Bu, but both Yan Liang and Wen Chou knew very well that they did not lose because of strength. When it comes to martial arts, they could feel that Lu Bu would Even more so than the two of them.

"open!"

Lu Bu's tiger eyes sharpened slightly, and with a low growl, Fang Tian's painted halberd fan swept out in his hand, fiercely facing the weapons of Yan Liang and Wen Chou.

The sound of Jin Ge clashing sounded again.

Yan Liang retracted his saber and rode his horse to get some distance away from Lu Bra. Naturally, he had discovered some clues. The Yellow Turban Army seemed to intend to keep them out of touch with the follow-up large troops.

"Something is not good..."

Wen Chou glanced at Yan Liang's expression, as well as the besieged cavalry, with an embarrassing expression on his face.

The Yellow Turban Army seemed to be using him as a bait to lure Yan Liang into the battle, so as to kill their two main generals in one fell swoop.

"Brother!"

Wen Chou shouted, Yan Liang suddenly turned his head, the eyes of the two intertwined, and without words, they had already seen the answer from each other's faces.

"die!!"

As soon as Yan Liang clamped the horse's belly, Wu Yun Taxue under his seat suddenly lowered his head and galloped forward with his body. At the same moment, Yan Liang came with the wind like a gust of wind.

The knife between the eyebrows was mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, the light of the knife emerged, and a flowing rainbow suddenly appeared, slashing towards Lu Bu head-on like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Lu Bu frowned. Yan Liang's knife was extremely astonishing. If it was a solid cut, the horse under the seat would already be carrying a large amount of objects, and it might even be overwhelmed.

At this point, Lu Bu did not hesitate, and raised his halberd, and the tip of Fang Tian's halberd embedded Yan Liang's eyebrow knife at a precise angle.

The Wuzhui BMW let out a low sound, but it knew what was going on in its master's mind, so it turned the horse's head and galloped to the side.

The ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing followed, and the flames burst out. With the help of the horsepower, Lu Bu opened up a little distance again, deflecting Yan Liang's knife belt between his eyebrows deftly.

"go!"

Yan Liang had been waiting for this opportunity. Seeing that Lu Bra was far away, he turned his head and shouted anxiously at Wen Chou.

And Wen Chou had been waiting for Yan Liang's signal for a long time. When Yan Liang's voice appeared in Wen Chou's ear, Wen Chou had already reined in his horse and rushed towards the besieged knights.

"How brave!"

Lu Bu's tiger eyes were slightly angry, and he shouted angrily, he grabbed the rein with one hand, the Wuzhuo BMW under his seat was worthy of being one of the nine steeds, in the blink of an eye, it had already turned the horse's head, and carried Lu Bu to kill Yan Liang and Wen Chou .

Wen Chou saw it clearly, put the spear on the saddle, and secretly buckled the gold-plated bow, wanting to repeat the old trick.

When the arrow hit the string, Lu Bu's pupils shrank suddenly. Zhang Liao had been shot by Wen Chou's dark arrow in the horse's face and fell to the ground accidentally.

Lu Bu clamped the horse's belly tightly with his legs. With his left hand, he guided the black horse under the seat, and suddenly raised the painting halberd in his hand.

When Wen Chou saw Lu Bu throwing his bow and arrow, he couldn't help feeling a little timid in his heart.

When the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army saw Yan Liang and Wen Chou charging forward, they all dodged to the sides like waves splitting.

"Since you've already arrived, why don't you stay for a while longer!"

A roar suddenly sounded, and Yan Liang and Wen Chou turned their heads at the same time, only to see a yellow scarf general in a blue robe galloping towards him.

"Zhang Liao?!"

Yan Liang's complexion changed, and Lu Bu was right behind. If Zhang Liao stopped him here, it would be difficult to escape.

Wen Chou saw Zhang Liao rushing towards him, and his face was extremely embarrassed. He also knew the current situation. He and Yan Liang could not take Lu Bu down. If Zhang Liao and Lu Bu joined forces, he and Yan Liang would be trapped in the battle. , and the army under their command will certainly not escape the fate of destruction.

Wen Chou clenched his spear tightly. For the current plan, only by holding Zhang Liao back could he have a chance to let Yan Liang get away safely.

It was his fault that he fell into the enemy's line once he was defeated. Wen Chou has never been in the habit of shirking responsibility.

"Brother..."

Wen Chou held the reins tightly and wanted to turn his horse's head to stop Zhang Liao, but before he could say anything, a cavalry general in a scarlet battle robe took a step ahead and stopped Zhang Liao who was coming straight.

"Sima, let's go!"

Wen Chou was slightly taken aback, that voice was very familiar to him, it was Cheng Feng's voice.

"Go!"

Yan Liang's roar suddenly rang in Wen Chou's ears, and the horses galloped forward rapidly. The figures of Zhang Liao and Cheng Feng disappeared from Wen Chou's sight, and Wen Chou clenched his teeth tightly.

A group of Han cavalry trapped in the formation finally waited for Yan Liang and Wen Chou. Seeing that the main general was safe and sound, the group of Han cavalry cheered up again.

Yan Liang's crown and canthus were cracked, and the brocade robe on his body looked extremely strange because it was stained with blood. Wu Yuntaxue's body was also covered with sticky blood, and drops of blood flowed down the horse's body slowly. dripping away.

Wen Chou gasped heavily, holding the blood-stained spear tightly in his right hand.Sweat mixed with blood blurred his vision.

"Kill it out!"

Yan Liang raised the eyebrow knife in his hand and pointed it forward, his boiling heart was slowly calming down.

The sound of horseshoes sounded, Yan Liang spurred his horse and galloped forward, the cold light reflected by the knife between his eyebrows fell on the ground, moved forward rapidly, and quickly shone in all directions.

The war horse galloped forward, and the banner was blown by the strong wind, making the sound of hunting.