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Chapter 142 One person slaughters [-] people!

"Knife!"

An Jingsi suddenly let out a deep shout, and immediately after hearing the sound, Zi Xiaowei moved, immediately hung up his spear, and took out his saber.

Now the yellow turban wrestlers only have one vital point in their head, so even if they pierce their throats, they will not die;
Therefore, the role of the spear is already negligible, and it is not as good as the sword.

At least the sword can kill the head with one blow, eliminating future troubles forever!
"rush!"

Once again a monotonous but murderous word spit out from Jing Jingsi's mouth, and Zi Xiaowei slapped his horse to speed up...

During the staggering, the heads of the yellow turban wrestlers were constantly being harvested, but Zi Xiaowei or the horses under his crotch were also smashed to bloody flesh;
Zixiaowei has exclusive various small formations and large formations, and the cooperation and support between them are very tacit;
But after all, the yellow turban wrestlers are not for nothing, and their ruthless attacks are also full of threats.

Fortunately, Jing Jingsi, an invincible general, was rampaging at the front, so Zixiaowei's impact speed was not affected much, and he was still galloping like flying.

After Zixiaowei broke out from the army of yellow scarf warriors, An Jingsi took a rough look and found that Zixiaowei had lost more than [-] people;
In just one round of confrontation, Zi Xiaowei has fallen so many, this is the first time;
An Jingsi's heart couldn't help feeling heavy, even though more than [-] yellow turban wrestlers fell, such a price was not acceptable to him!

The mixed iron spear in his hand tightened slightly, and An Jingsi suddenly shouted:
"You harass from both sides with bows and arrows to weaken the enemy's strength;

As for the harvesting of heads, I will leave it to this general! "

Many Zixiaowei were slightly taken aback, but they didn't make a sound;

Silently divided into two waves, then turned the horse's head and began to outflank the yellow turban wrestlers.

The military order is the mountain, and the mission must be achieved!
Zi Xiaowei never talked nonsense, and they also had great confidence in An Jingsi.

Although, An Jingsi had to face the mighty [-] enemy troops alone!
As Zi Xiaowei ran away one after another, An Jingsi let out a breath, and a strong look of excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He has never exploded with real strength, nor has he had a hearty battle!
Although Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Fu Hu aroused his interest that day, they never forced him to reveal his background;

Today's tens of thousands of yellow scarf warriors aroused his fighting spirit;

9 people is a lot, but his internal strength is already as vast as a lake, even if it supports him to fight for a day and a night, there will be no problem.

Among them, only the yellow scarf warriors of the eighth rank of the imperial guards can bring some threats;
As for the other people, they never put him in An Jingsi's eyes at all.

"kill!"

With a roar of the tiger, the fifth-rank war horse under his crotch was flying like flying, An Jingsi held the mixed iron spear upside down and rushed towards the army of yellow scarf warriors who had also turned around.

Seeing that the opponent's general wanted to attack everyone on his side alone, everyone in the Yellow Turban camp was stunned for a while, and at the same time, they were filled with righteous indignation and rage!
It's too arrogant!

Although the man's previous strength had already shown his tyrannical posture, how could they bear such arrogance?

Cheng Yuanzhi was so angry that his seven orifices were smoked, did this thief really treat him as a holy army?

Unable to subdue his anger, Cheng Yuanzhi rushed to the front of the army, raised his hammer and roared, and then led the angry army to meet him.

The wind is strong, the dust is flying, and sometimes there are dead leaves floating in it, which brings a bit of chill and bleak atmosphere to the battlefield here.

At the time of the confrontation, An Jingsi's originally burly figure suddenly appeared a little weak and thin.

The figure that was galloping immediately seemed like a moth that was about to pounce on the raging fire, or like a small egg rolling towards the heavy boulder!

Mantis wanting to be a cart is no longer overwhelmed, but looking for a dead end!
But the focus of this battle, or the protagonist - An Jingsi, instead of showing the slightest fear or cowardice, he even sang loudly, appearing full of momentum.

"The man whistled and hunted, and the prey came.

Pale wasteland, bulging yellow east wind.

I have an iron spear, and I will fight for nine days and shake the earth.

I am so proud, who is the enemy of all living beings?
The vicissitudes of life turn into mulberry fields, and the fighting spirit merges into a bright sun.

The white clouds are like gray dogs, and the prestige is near the stars!
How dare you be a chicken or a dog?
......"

This singing voice was sonorous and powerful in the swaying wind, and it wanted to penetrate the wall of wind, resounding through the heavens!

The yellow scarf soldiers who were roaring at first could not help their hearts trembling at this time;
Looking at the thin figure rushing towards him, he suddenly felt as majestic and majestic as Mount Tai, so unshakable...

However, Zi Xiaowei, who had circled to both sides of the army of yellow turban wrestlers, had a slightly excited expression, and the expression in his eyes was also high-pitched and proud.

An Jingsi is the most powerful general in his Wuji force, and their Zi Xiaowei is also the most powerful army in the Wuji force.

What they symbolize is the strongest combat power of Wuji, and they also have absolute self-confidence and arrogance!

Regardless of any enemy, they will not have the slightest fear!
The war bow in his hand was bent quickly, and the sharp arrow was set lightly. The strong wind was not only a hindrance, but also a help;
As long as it is used well, it can turn disadvantages into strengths, greatly increasing the killing power of arrows.

But those yellow turban wrestlers can't die without their heads and bodies, so the targets they want to shoot are the opponent's arms and lower limbs.

As long as you can paralyze the movement ability of the enemy soldiers, or shoot the arm holding the weapon, it will be a big gain.

Sharp arrows flew in all directions, and muffled grunts continued. At this moment, An Jingsi finally rushed to the front of the yellow scarf warrior.

Cheng Yuanzhi was full of confidence at first, but after An Jingsi's deep singing voice, he suddenly felt a little trembling in his heart;

It's just that it's difficult to sneak back at this moment.

After all, he is the general of the Yellow Turban Warriors, and at this time, Tiangong and Rengong are also looking at him;
If he folded his body and shrank back into the queue at this time, then when the battle is over, God will definitely cook him!

In desperation, Cheng Yuanzhi simply discarded distracting thoughts and adjusted his state to the best;
Then, when An Jingsi's war horse was five meters in front of him, he suddenly swung a big hammer and threw it at the horse's belly.

The hammer was swung out smoothly, but Cheng Yuanzhi was suddenly shocked to find that the opponent was nowhere to be seen...

The next moment, Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly saw the back of the other party again, but why was the scene upside down?And still spinning?

Cheng Yuanzhi could no longer think clearly about the reason, because the next moment he lost all consciousness, sinking into endless darkness forever...

Seeing that his own general had his head smashed off in a single encounter, the yellow turban wrestlers in front were all stunned.

However, in the state of sanctification, it is impossible for them to feel fear.

So, he was only slightly taken aback for a moment, and the next moment, the wrestlers screamed and rushed towards An Jingsi...

With the iron spear in hand, the gods and demons are defeated!
The strong wind was blowing, but the mixed iron spear in An Jingsi's hand made people tremble even more.

Its shadows interweave into a whistling storm, mixed with endless blood rain and foul wind.

It's like a mighty tank equipped with a perpetual motion machine galloping recklessly on the huge grass man hunting ground, no one can stop it, let alone shake it!

Severed head, broken limbs flying around, blood splattering, life is thinner than paper!
An Jingsi rode his horse back and forth among the crowd, his unparalleled speed made it difficult for everyone to see whether the weapon in his hand was still alive...

There are many shadows, and the ground is stained with blood. Behind every shadow is the loss of several lives...

After more than half an hour of fighting, the battlefield here is already full of corpses, and thick blood is spread out, converging into red streams;
An Jingsi's war horse has gone nowhere, presumably it was smashed into a meat paste by the enraged yellow scarf warrior...

After killing more than ten people again, An Jingsi stopped panting, looked around at the hills of corpses around him, and showed a sinister smile on his lips.

There were [-] yellow turban wrestlers, and now [-] have gone!
Most of the remaining [-] people are disabled to varying degrees. If Zixiaowei is summoned, they will be completely solved soon!

One person slaughtered [-] people, and it was a mighty special unit. Few people would believe this.

In fact, the reason why An Jingsi was able to achieve such an astonishing record was thanks to the assistance of Zixiaowei's Arrow Rain.

Although it is difficult for arrows to kill the Yellow Turban warrior directly, it can damage their combat power and slow down their ability to act.

Moreover, An Jingsi himself was not at ease, most of his internal energy, which was originally as vast as a great lake, had already been consumed, and his arms were also a little sore;
In addition, looking at the wounds on his body, a trace of coldness flashed across Jing Jingsi's eyes.

This is the first time he has ever been injured!
Although they were all minor injuries, it was a shame to him!

Those eighth-rank imperial guards are indeed very extraordinary, if there is no Zixiaowei to assist;

If the number of them reaches [-], it will definitely bring a great threat to themselves!

But no matter how powerful they are, they have already turned into dry bones at this moment, and the rest are just some weak troops with various disabilities.

After all, Zixiaowei's background is still relatively shallow, and it's not worth the loss to go head-to-head with such a sergeant, so An Jingsi stood up alone.

Now, the goal has been achieved, and there is no suspense for Zi Xiaowei to clean up the mess.

"Aw! Attack!"

An Jingsi let out a long whistle suddenly, and then spat out an extremely resounding word "Gong".

The arrows that Zi Xiaowei brought had already been exhausted, and he was a little bored waiting, when he heard the order, a look of joy suddenly appeared in his eyes;
Then he drew his knife and rushed towards the prey quickly...

During the time when An Jingsi stopped attacking, the yellow scarf fighters who were originally unable to feel fear, for some reason, no one dared to step forward.

Looking at the bloody figure that seemed to be drenched in blood rain, something called instinct began to emerge in the hearts of the remaining yellow scarf fighters.

A warrior is invincible in the world, how can a weak body stand up to it?

No matter how powerful spells are, they still cannot escape the constraints of heaven and earth, just like the instinct of fear at this time breaks through the confinement of spells...

　Thanks for [Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea], [Past tense~] for your reward~~0.0~~
　　The reward from the students in the sea made me feel a little lingering, let’s have a three-shift tomorrow~~0.0~~
　　The time remains the same in the morning and evening, one more in the middle and two o'clock in the afternoon~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)