I have Futian in my heart

Chapter 819 Beheading
Both Zhu Jun and Xu Yan are quite sensible, and of course they would not do such a thing.

It's just that Zhao Hong couldn't be arrogant for long, because although he won the battle, he couldn't change the situation on the battlefield.

Following Zheng Xiaoming led troops to block the city gate, and then began to wander around the periphery, killing those yellow turban elites.

What's worse is that although the spell of berserk can stimulate the combat power of the Yellow Turban soldiers to greatly increase.But the sequelae are also very serious, especially after fighting for so long, the berserk spell effect began to disappear.

Many yellow turban soldiers have already lost their strength, and some of them can't even stand still, so they only have to hang their necks and kill them!

At this time, suddenly there was a yellow turban general outside the city, probably calmed down after the berserk.Finding that the situation is quite unfavorable, especially after Zheng Xiaoming led people to block the way back to the city, he immediately disagreed with Yu Yong, led more than a hundred personal guards under him, and rushed towards Zheng Xiaoming's troops, preparing to open the passage back to the city.

The Yellow Turban general was Peng Tuo, a famous and powerful general in the Yellow Turban Army, he was quite capable, and with his personal guards around him, he was the best among the elite who had been selected from thousands of people.

At this moment, even after rushing after the berserk, the momentum is still no small matter.

At least it is very difficult for Zheng Xiaoming's soldiers who are stronger than the mob and limited in number to stop them.

The only way is to...

Zheng Xiaoming's gaze fixed on Peng Tuo for an instant,

He suddenly jumped out from the back of the formation, skipped a distance of twenty or thirty meters, and headed towards Peng Tuo's troops who were rushing towards those tanks.

These people are all dressed in iron armor and have high martial arts skills. When they charge, they really have the power of tanks.

Then at this moment Zheng Xiaoming was alone with his sword, not even wearing a pair of leather armor, just in such brocade clothes, he was already facing those killing gods.

"clang!"

Zheng Xiaoming pointed out his long sword, and swung away a long spear that was stabbing towards him.A trace of true energy, like an electric current, rushed directly into the heart of the Yellow Turban soldier along with the spear.

It's a pity that he is wearing an iron armor with extremely strong defense power, which has no defense effect against this kind of true energy.The heart seemed to be stimulated by a strong electric current, and it stopped beating on the spot, and his eyes went dark, and he had already collapsed to the ground.

And Zheng Xiaoming was short, dodging the long swords and guns stabbing from both sides, followed by the long sword, and slashed on a pair of iron armor.The armor of the person who was hit by the sword was intact, without any damage, but his lips turned blue instantly, his face was dark red, and he died on the spot.

Then, his figure was like a ghost, and he had already rushed towards Peng Tuo, the general of the Yellow Turban Army.

When Peng Tuo saw the inexplicable death of the two martial arts masters, he felt chills in his heart.

In such an era, martial arts are crude and not yet perfected by later generations.That Peng Tuo was just training his body and muscles, and he still belonged to the level of being strong on the outside and strong on the inside.I can't understand how my two subordinates died!

I wonder if Zheng Xiaoming's sword has any spells or other weirdness!
It's just that at this time, they are still rushing, there is no way to retreat, so naturally there are not many other ways, seeing Zheng Xiaoming rushing, but he can only bite the bullet and wave the ring head knife in his hand to meet him.

The two swords collided, and in an instant, the zhenqi like a poisonous snake rushed straight into Peng Tuo's heart.

However, how could it be so easy to kill Peng when he became a general of the Yellow Turban?
He saw a talisman suddenly light up on his body, but it resisted the true energy.

This made Peng Tuo heave a sigh of relief and at the same time was overjoyed, with a smirk on his face, the ring-headed knife continued to cut towards him with the sound of the wind.

At this moment, Peng Tuo believed that even if Zheng Xiaoming was made of copper and iron, he would be cut in half by himself.He is confident in his own strength.

Because what Peng Tuo followed was the way of exercising external skills, the way of strengthening the physical body to the extreme... It was somewhat similar to Sun Fugui.

Although he doesn't train his inner strength and true energy, his strength is more than a thousand catties!
However, this powerful and heavy knife clearly cut through the air.The Ring Shou Dao was empty, sweeping directly through the air, and Zheng Xiaoming's whole body was also gone.

That Peng Tuo was still in a daze, suddenly felt a shadow pressing on his head, reacted immediately, looked up, but saw Zheng Xiaoming's head and feet, his figure was straight, and he used a long sword, which had already fallen down.

Peng Tuohu roared, raised his knife and raised it, but it was empty.Afterwards, he felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer on the head, and his whole body was shocked suddenly, and he fell dead immediately.

It was Zheng Xiaoming who fell from the sky, and the long sword directly penetrated the iron helmet on Peng Tuo's head, piercing the top of his head.

With a "plop", the body fell to the ground.

Then Zheng Xiaoming's body folded slightly, the wind swayed the willows, and he landed easily.

The surrounding soldiers were all stunned, and before they had time to react, they stared blankly at their own general, the brave and invincible Peng Tuo, who was killed on the spot.

Several furious soldiers shouted and rushed towards Zheng Xiaoming, but Zheng Xiaoming swung his long sword and blocked them one by one.

When all the weapons came into contact with Zheng Xiaoming's long sword, they all spurted blood and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the other soldiers were finally afraid and surrounded Zheng Xiaoming, not daring to do anything again.

And Zheng Xiaoming's men and horses have also rushed over, first a burst of crossbow arrows shot and killed more than ten yellow scarf soldiers.The remaining Yellow Turban soldiers either killed the reinforcements brought by Zheng Lang, or turned around and fled.

And Zhao Hong on the top of the wall happened to see such a scene, and the joy of winning the battle just disappeared, and his eyes were about to burst: "Zhuzi dare!"

It's just that the spells he can use against Zheng Xiaoming are limited. Since the blood spear just now couldn't kill Zheng Xiaoming, other spells probably won't work either.

The current situation of the Yellow Turban Army is not good, Huang Tian's domain is in decline, and many methods cannot be used.

It's all because the damned Tang Zhou betrayed them and made the Han family prepare to deal with them in advance.

Otherwise, as long as they start slowly, their Huangtian Domain will be able to cover all parts of Zhongzhou, isolating the sky.Then the power of their spells will increase greatly, and they will even be able to cast more spells.

It will not be as unfavorable as it is now!
But Zheng Xiaoming turned his head back, smiled at Zhao Hong from a distance of thousands of meters, and showed a middle finger.

Although he didn't understand what this gesture meant, it definitely wouldn't be a good word. Zhao Hong's eyes were slightly red when he was angry, and he left the city recklessly, beheading this arrogant little officer.

But reason told him that at this time, he must not go out of the city, otherwise he was afraid that something bad would happen and the city would be destroyed.

Zhao Hong barely suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and ordered in a cold voice: "Send the yellow scarf fighters out to take the brothers outside the city back to the city!"

In a short while, dozens of yellow-turban wrestlers with a height of more than two meters, huge bodies, wearing iron armor and holding large shields slowly left the city.

(End of this chapter)