The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 427 Guan Yu Zhang Fei
Zhang Yan subconsciously turned her head to look at it, but just one glance made Zhang Yan's heart feel as if it had fallen into the river in the cold winter.

A burly Imperial Guard from the West Garden stepped forward holding a cold ring-shouldered knife, a dangerous and fearful atmosphere permeated the formation of all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, and the cold murderous intent was like a strong wind towards Zhang Yan rolled over.

This person is Zhang Fei who is hiding among the Forbidden Army in the West Garden!

Zhang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. The Forbidden Army of the West Garden wearing heavy armor and holding a sharp knife in front of him was not a human being, but an ancient beast in human form, which only appeared in mythology. demon!

Along the way, as long as there were soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who dared to stop Zhang Fei, none of them were their enemies.

The leader of a military pawn saw the right moment, and while Zhang Fei was fighting with the others, he held the Huan Shou Dao tightly with both hands, and rushed towards Zhang Fei from the angle.

Zhang Fei raised his tiger eyes, turned his head away, and suddenly opened his mouth wide and roared at the soldiers.

The roar exploded in the crowd like thunder, and its momentum was like a landslide.

The soldier's team leader only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and the tingling suddenly came from his ears, and then his eyes suddenly went dark, and he fell directly on his back.

"puff!"

The sharp Bailianhuan's first knife brought out a dazzling cold light, and the sharp blade pierced into the flesh suddenly sounded,

The blood burst out, and a terrified human head was thrown high, and the headless body fell to the ground.

When the turmoil picked up and the rain of blood emerged, the leopard-headed and tiger-eyed Xiyuan Forbidden Army was covered in blood, holding the first knife of the Hundred Refining Ring that was still bleeding, and walked forward quickly, one after another, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army fell down. under his feet.

"Stop him!!!"

The guards beside Zhang Yan were the first to react, and the four guards stepped forward side by side, holding up their spears and stabbing at the imperial guards from the West Garden who were rushing straight.

Zhang Fei didn't dodge, and suddenly sent the ring sword in his hand, and the four long spears were all turned to one side by the ring sword. Zhang Fei took a step forward, and the ape's arms clamped the four spears.

"Hoo!!!"

But hearing a roar, Zhang Fei's waist suddenly exerted force, the muscles under the armor suddenly bulged, and with a sudden flick, Zhang Yan's four personal guards were thrown flying out.

The four personal guards who flew out happened to hit in front of a group of Yellow Turban soldiers who rushed to support them.

"Protect General!!"

Urgent shouts came from all around, all of this happened too fast, from Zhang Fei entering the battle to counting people with his hands, everything only took a few breaths.

A palpitating murderous intent emanated from Zhang Fei's body, and his fierce tiger eyes suddenly swelled, piercing Zhang Yan like sharp knives.

There was a strong wind, and countless wind and sand suddenly rolled up, and the flying sand and stones covered everyone's vision for an instant.

"die!"

With a roar, Zhang Fei stepped forward and broke through the dust barrier suddenly. With a whistling sound, the Bailianhuan first knife in his hand slashed towards Zhang Yan's face.

The north wind was weak and the smoke cleared away.

A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Fei's originally fierce face, as if he had seen something extremely unimaginable.

Zhang Yan half-kneeled on the ground, supporting her body with difficulty, holding an old sword in both hands to block Zhang Fei's inevitable blow.

"Brother's will has not been fulfilled..."

Because of the force, Zhang Yan's face turned extremely red, and a roar gushed out from the depths of his throat.

"How could I die in such a place?!"

Zhang Fei was still in astonishment, and Zhang Yan was still in a daze just a second ago, but after the wind and sand rose, he blocked the knife he was bound to get.

Just when Zhang Fei was slightly distracted, Zhang Yan exerted a little force, and the long sword in his hand was shifted to one side, and at the same time he took a step back suddenly.

Zhang Fei didn't notice Zhang Yan's movement, and the first Bailianhuan sword in his hand was deflected by him, and lost the target. Zhang Yan took advantage of this opportunity to retreat hastily.

"Let's go, General!"

Three or four personal guards also rushed to the front at this time, blocked Zhang Yan's body, and rushed towards Zhang Fei.

"Protect the general!" "The gun team stepped forward!"

"Crossbowmen step forward!!"

Zhang Yan was almost driven back by two personal guards, and all the generals of the Yellow Turban Army hurriedly ordered the troops. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who had undergone rigorous training showed their astonishing reactions in an instant. ability.

Seven or eight personal guards charged towards Zhang Fei with their shields and knives on their hands. A team of spearmen came quickly, and a team of crossbowmen armed with crossbows came quickly at the rear.

Most of the generals of the Han army began to practice martial arts since they were young. They are professional soldiers. Their training since childhood is how to quickly kill the enemy on the battlefield.

In contrast, the generals and schools of the Yellow Turban Army pale in comparison. Although Xu Huang, Lu Bu and other high-level combat forces joined in later, the Yellow Turban Army is still incomparable to the Han Army for the middle and lower level generals and schools.

It is precisely because of this that the Yellow Turban Army also has its own set of countermeasures against those generals and schools of the Han Army who broke into the formation.

With elite containment, cooperate with the army to strangle, and then let the crossbowmen with strong crossbows complete the final blow.

"Zheng——"

A clear clanging sound suddenly broke out, and a snow-white horse suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yan's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the two guards driving Zhang Yan instinctively backed away without any time to think.

The sound of meat piercing suddenly sounded, Zhang Yan stood firm and looked forward.

In front of him was a general of the Han army who was wearing the armor of the ordinary West Garden Forbidden Army, and also holding a Bailianhuan first knife, standing in front of him.

This man's face is heavy like jujubes, his beard is two feet long, his phoenix eyes are majestic, and his lying silkworms are like fog.

The coming general was none other than Guan Yu who was hiding in the formation of the Forbidden Army with Zhang Fei.

Just when Zhang Fei failed to strike, Guan Yu saw a large number of soldiers rushing to block Zhang Fei, and gave up the opportunity to attack together.

At this time, Zhang Yan's defense gradually became a little empty because of a large number of soldiers to block Zhang Fei. At this moment, Guan Yu saw the opportunity and rushed out from the forbidden army formation.

Four or five imperial guards desperately broke through the formation of the Yellow Turban soldiers, giving Guan Yu a chance to kill Zhang Yan.

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes were slightly sharp, and the Bailianhuan head knife in his hand was almost murderous, stabbing Zhang Yan's face quickly.

Compared with Zhang Fei's murderous madness, Guan Yu's temperament is more introverted. His murderous aura was restrained by him before, and he didn't half disperse. He came slowly, and he didn't make too much noise until he shot For a moment, the silence was broken.

Zhang Yan only felt that all the air around him seemed to be evacuated, and his chest was extremely uncomfortable, rushing out from Guan Yu's body, the almost real murderous aura, making him almost out of breath.

The crazily circulating murderous aura surrounded Zhang Yan. At the critical moment, Zhang Yan roared angrily, and finally broke through the barrier. He raised his brother Zhang Niujiao's saber, and slashed at Guan Yu fiercely.

"clang!!!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, swords collided, and swords clashed with each other.

A force like a lightning strike came from the blade of the long sword. Zhang Yan only felt numbness in his arms, and the pain was unbearable. His wrist was almost reversed by the transmitted giant force belt, and he could hardly hold the sword firmly. up.

Before Zhang Yan could react, the knife had just arrived, and the sound of piercing the air rang out again in his ears.

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes were full of power, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he secretly exerted force with his wrist. The sword in his hand was slightly deflected in the air, and the second cut was actually aimed at Zhang Yan's sword-holding hand.

Zhang Yan gritted her teeth, resisting the impatience in her chest, and quickly retreated to the side, trying to avoid Guan Yu's blade.

If he was hit by Guan Yu's knife, I am afraid that the hand holding the sword must be useless. The first knife of Bailianhuan is so sharp that even ordinary armor cannot block its edge, let alone a mortal body.

Even though Zhang Yan was so decisive, how could Guan Yu let Zhang Yan get away so easily.

The Bailianhuanshoudao in Guan Yu's hand had turned into a fan-shaped face, slashing towards Zhang Yan from bottom to top.

There was a deafening sound of the golden sword, and the long sword in Zhang Yan's hand was chopped off by Guan Yu.

Guan Yu went one step further, and Leng Sensen's ring head stabbed straight at Zhang Yan's chest. This happened so fast that the surrounding soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army had no time to rescue them, so they could only look at the ring head in Guan Yu's hand. The knife stabbed straight at Zhang Yan.

"Guan Yu!!"

"call!"

Just when Guan Yu thought he was about to succeed, the loud shouts and the sound of piercing the air suddenly made Guan Yu's heart ring loudly.

Without hesitation, Guan Yu turned around instinctively.

But when he heard a bang, a trace of surprise flashed across Guan Yu's phoenix eyes, and he heard a crisp sound, which came from the Bailianhuanshoudao in his hand.

A short-handled copper hammer lost power and fell heavily to the ground.

Guan Yu squinted towards Zhang Yan's direction. At this time, Zhang Yan was already surrounded by a group of personal guards who rushed up.

The good opportunity was lost, Guan Yu sighed in his heart, he knew that this time the plan had failed.

Looking back, Guan Yu raised his head and looked forward. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army lined up with spears were coming in unison. In front of him was a Yellow Turban Army soldier wearing a pitch-black armor and an ink-like battle robe. The generals are coming slowly.

The general of the Yellow Turban Army held a shield in one hand, but nothing in the other hand. It seemed that the short-handled copper hammer that flew towards him was thrown out of his hand.

Gao Shun twisted his wrist, and took down a short-handled warhammer from the waist of the guard who was holding a mace. His eyes never left the red-faced imperial guard in front of him.

He thought of a person, a person mentioned by Xu An, a dangerous person who was not even as brave as Lu Bu, and that person's name was Guan Yu.

Gao Shun rushed all the way, just in time to see the saber in Zhang Yan's hand being lifted by him. When viewed from the side, some features coincided with Xu An's description, so when Gao Shun threw the short hammer to rescue Zhang Yan, Gao Shun resolutely shouted: Guan Yu's name came out.

(End of this chapter)