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Chapter 143 Victory!

On the high platform, Zhang Jiao's expression was stiff, and Zhang Liang couldn't help shivering.

How could there be such a strong person in the world?
Yellow Turban warriors, that is their strongest hole card, but now there are only [-] remnants and weak soldiers left.

One person slaughtered [-] yuan, heh!Could it be that some kind of immortal came down to earth?
"Brother, what should we do? This person is too brave, and it is impossible for everyone to resist!"

Zhang Liang took a breath, and asked Zhang Jiao with lingering fear.

Zhang Jiao's mouth twitched slightly, then he snorted coldly:

"Fan Li? Hmph! You and my brother don't possess Fan Li!

Besides, this person is extremely powerful, but after this battle, his internal strength will inevitably increase, and his threat will naturally be greatly weakened. "

Zhang Liang couldn't help crying bitterly:
"That person consumed a lot, but you and my brother also consumed too much mana and energy to summon the God Fire Guard;
Comparing the two, it is really hard to say which one wins and which loses!
Moreover, that army was also extremely brave, and the remaining warriors were hopeless.

Furthermore, our army has suffered heavy losses and will soon be completely defeated;
In this battle, our holy army is hopeless.

Brother, you go, brother will stay behind to delay the enemy..."

Zhang Jiao couldn't help but froze, glanced at the battle situation in the distance, feeling bitter and unwilling...

The yellow turban warriors who relied most on him could not go to support them. At this moment, the yellow turban army had been killed by the Wuji army, and the formation was in chaos, and it was difficult for the four sides to hear each other.

That mysterious formation was dispatched by the other party with great proficiency, circled around, and its power was astounding;
And as many as 40 cavalry are invincible and irresistible.

Although he didn't want to admit it or accept it, Zhang Jiao knew in his heart that his Holy Army had lost this battle, and the defeat was a complete mess and thrilling!
The main force of the 500 million Holy Army, [-] Yellow Turban Warriors, and the two remaining jade charms, their loss is not just a symbol of defeat in a great war;

It is also a reflection of the difficult period of the Holy Army's hegemony and the loss of wealth and life.

Who would have thought that after a careful cultivation of Gu, it would end up being devoured by the poisonous Gu? !

Zhang Jiao's heart was trembling, and even more resentful.

Feng Wuji, this little flea, actually drove him to the edge of a cliff!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Jiao forced himself to suppress his determination to die with Feng Wuji, gritted his teeth and said indifferently:

"My three brothers have been together all their lives, and it is even more impossible to separate at this moment!

Keep the green hills, and don't worry about no firewood.Let's go together! "

Zhang Liang glanced at the figure in the distance who was rushing over looking for a horse, shook his head sadly and said, "It's too late..."

Zhang Jiao couldn't help being silent for a while, although he didn't want to admit it, but the power of that man was indeed frightening.

"Brother, let's go, I think the foundation for promotion will soon come to an end, as long as you pick up her skill, then the strength of the elder brother will definitely soar!
At that time, no matter how strong this person is, he will not be the opponent of the eldest brother!
The hegemony of my three brothers can continue!
It's just a bit of a pity, my brother has been coveting that charming girl for so long, and at the end of the day, I have no chance to enjoy it again..."

Zhang Liang's tone was very astringent, but a fiery look suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he was very eager for the so-called "delicate".

Zhang Jiao's thick hands were tightly packed together, and the bones and joints made a crisp sound.

"Third brother, don't worry, my brother will definitely teach Feng Wuji to repay this hatred a hundred times!

As for what you long for, after my brother picks up her skill, I will sacrifice it to you!
At that time, you won't be too lonely down there..."

"Brother, take care!"

"Third brother..."

Not only did the strong wind that had been raging for an hour show no sign of weakening, but it was even getting worse at this moment.

In this hot summer, in this season when the east wind is blowing, this kind of situation is really rare.

The [-] Zixiao Guards had already launched an attack on the remaining [-] disabled and weak Yellow Turban Warriors, while An Jingsi single-handedly killed him under the high platform where the Yellow Turban Marshal Banner was.

At this moment, there are only [-]th-rank yellow scarf warriors guarding Zhang Jiao all the year round;
There were originally 500 people, but 200 of them were just taken away by Zhang Jiao.

Tens of thousands of yellow turban wrestlers were slaughtered by the fierce man in front of him, how could Zhang Liang pin his hopes on the three hundred yellow turban wrestlers under the stage?

While secretly thanking God for his help in his heart, he continued to "dance and dance", and at the same time, he was chanting some spells quickly...

The strong wind was the best help, otherwise, Zhang Liang didn't know if he could trap that person for ten breaths.

As the blood in his heart spewed out little by little, Zhang Liang's face was also aging and drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye...

When An Jingsi came under the wooden platform, he suddenly frowned, reined in his horse and stopped.

My surroundings are enveloped by endless wind, and I can't see anything clearly one meter away from my body;
At the same time, from time to time, there were shrill ghost roars in the strong wind, which seemed to be extremely penetrating.

"Hmph! How dare ghosts and monsters block the way?"

An Jingsi snorted coldly, and then swung out the mixed iron spear in his hand, making the sound of metal clashing with the strong wind wall.

After counting breaths, An Jingsi couldn't help frowning and stopped.

The force of the wind is endless, and if one group is broken up, more will come, and it is impossible to fight.

The method of the Yellow Turban Demon is indeed a little weird...

Suddenly, An Jingsi's ears moved slightly, and at the same time, the mixed iron spear in his hand stabbed obliquely at a certain place behind him at an inconceivable angle.

"laugh!"

Following the sound of an inaudible metal piercing into the flesh, a muffled sound and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground also followed.

An Jingsi turned his head to look, but found a corpse lying behind him, but it was one of the three hundred yellow scarf fighters he had seen before.

While An Jingsi was frowning and meditating, several strange air currents woke him up again...

After a few hundred breaths, An Jingsi couldn't help being agitated, a mere wind wall blocked him for such a long time;
I saw someone leaving on the high platform before, presumably it must be one of Zhang Jiao's three brothers.

The most important task for him this time was to take the heads of Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang. If they ran away, he would be ashamed.

Thinking of this, An Jingsi's eyes suddenly turned hard, and then he circulated his internal energy to cover his whole body, and then rushed straight towards the wind wall...

After more than ten breaths, An Jingsi slaughtered the remaining dozens of yellow scarf fighters like chopping melons and vegetables;

Looking down at the strands of rags and armor scales on his body, the corner of An Jingsi's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

With such an image, he really looked like a beggar. How had An Jingsi ever been in such a mess?

Looking up at the high platform tens of meters high, I saw a figure sitting cross-legged quietly on it.

An Jingsi snorted coldly, and then quickly moved towards the high platform.

Having put An Jingsi in such a mess, he wanted to see who had such means...

On the stage, An Jingsi couldn't help frowning when he saw the figure with his back facing him and the white hair loose;

I have never noticed someone with white hair on the stage before, why at this time...

"Who are you? Where are Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang?"

After An Jingsi yelled and asked, he waited for three or four breaths, but there was no response, and he suddenly became impatient.

When he was about to step forward to check, the man turned around tremblingly, but he was still sitting cross-legged.

When he saw the figure of that person clearly, An Jingsi couldn't help but froze.

I saw that the man's bare hands and forearms were as thin as dry wood, and the skin on his neck was also wrinkled, like an old tree trunk.

Although the face is full of wrinkles, it is much better than the arms and neck.

It's just that such an image is really scary.

"I, Shengjun, Rengong, Zhang, Liang...Ru, yes, what, man?"

The man's eyes were dim at this time, and it seemed that he had to expend a lot of energy not to say a word, and he seemed to be struggling.

An Jingsi scratched his temples, and replied very puzzled:

"A certain is the master of my lord's army, An Jingsi!
Are you Zhang Liang?Why did this happen?Was it you who trapped this general before? "

Zhang Liang's expression was not very careful, but he seemed a little stunned.

After a few breaths, Zhang Liang said with a bitter smile: "Master, my lord? Look, come, Feng, Wuji, compare, imagine, yes, more, cough...

That's right, you are too strong to pay a heavy price, and how can you be trapped, you? "

Zhang Liang's slow response immediately made An Jingsi impatient, stepped forward and said coldly:
"Where's old man Zhang Jiao? Where did he go?"

Hearing this, Zhang Liang sighed and closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

An Jingsi couldn't help being furious, he simply didn't bother to talk nonsense, and suddenly chopped off his head.

Looking around, there was a strong wind and yellow dust, but Zhang Jiao and others had long since disappeared.

Shaking his head helplessly, An Jingsi stepped off the stage holding Zhang Liang's head...

The wind blows like a song, lamenting and mobilizing the souls of the dead, fighting thousands of times, killing and injuring tens of thousands of souls.

This great battle that took place in the northern part of the Eastern Han Dynasty finally came to an end with corpses everywhere and blood flowing into rivers.

This battle brought together the most elite main forces from both sides, and their combined strength exceeded 700 million. It was the largest battle of the Eastern Han Dynasty in this star world.

However, if this scale is placed in other top dynasties, although it is not insignificant, it is not so rare...

The significance of this battle was too great for the Eastern Han Dynasty, so many forces in the Eastern Han Dynasty secretly sent spies to keep an eye on it.

Before Feng Yi can count the results of the battle, the results of this battle have already been spread throughout the big cities and small towns of the Eastern Han Dynasty through the teleportation array.

"The champion, General Feng Wuji, won, the Yellow Turban bandit army of 500 million was beheaded by a million, and Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang, the first bandits, were executed!"

"The Han army was victorious, and the Yellow Turban Army's 500 million troops were all slaughtered! The first thief, Zhang Jiao, and Zhang Liang were seriously injured and fled..."

"The champion general wins! The 800 million Yellow Turban army has been wiped out!"

There are countless rumors like this, and people can't tell which rumor is true, but they do know one, and that is the victory of the Han army!
And with the passage of time, the results of this great war were gradually spread to many other dynasties. For a time, the name of Feng Wuji resounded throughout China!

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