King of Liao at the end of Han Dynasty

Chapter 845 The White Knight’s Final Battle (2)

"Uh... what!" Under the mask, Ma Chao showed a surprised expression, because he saw Zhang Baiqi's movements.

"Zhang Baiqi! He turned himself into such a monster!" Ma Chao exclaimed, perhaps also regretfully.

I have talked about the crazy yellow scarf warrior Ma Chao, who looks like a wild beast, of course he can also imagine the fate of this yellow scarf warrior. That normal person will die if he becomes like that, but now, Zhang Baiqi has turned himself into a monster. It also became like that. In the horror, it further proved Zhang Baiqi's last desperate effort. Ma Chao subconsciously held his spear tightly, and everyone in the Blood Killing Camp waited quietly for the Yellow Turban Army. In their eyes, it was like a clown showing off. Of course, it was also because they had never seen the power of a yellow scarf warrior.

"Gulu!" Zhang Baiqi took off the wine bag from his waist and took a big sip of wine. Nearly a thousand people behind him did the same thing. liquor.

"Hoo hoo!" With a sharp howl, nearly a thousand Yellow Turban soldiers have changed, whether it's the changes in their eyes or their bodies.

"Bang!" He slammed the wine bag in his hand to the ground, with splashes of wine dripping from his mouth, Zhang Baiqi wailed, precisely because he didn't adapt to his first transformation from a human into a yellow scarf The wrestler was in such a non-human state, the severe pain all over his body tore Zhang Baiqi's nerves, and went straight to his brain. He only felt a splitting headache. Zhang Baiqi pressed his temple fiercely, wailing incessantly He cried and roared, wanting to release all his pain.

It's not that Zhang Baiqi doesn't know that the yellow scarf wrestler will suffer such pain when he transforms, and he knows the consequences even more, nonsense!This is the sorcery he learned, of course he knows everything, not only Zhang Baiqi, but even many Yellow Turban soldiers behind him have already made the same movements as Zhang Baiqi.

Yellow Turban Warriors, Zhang Baiqi used only 500 more people, and the casualties were very serious. Although he helped Zhang Baiqi make countless great achievements, Zhang Baiqi could not help being condemned by God for using the Yellow Turban Warriors just a few times. Even the brave and loyal Yellow Turban elite around Zhang Baiqi lost a lot. In addition to the exhaustion from the long battle, Zhang Baiqi's final team was depleted, except for the guards behind Jia Xu. There are also some people under Sun Guanpeng's command. The nearly thousand people behind Zhang Baiqi are Zhang Baiqi's most trusted people. Not many of them are the original yellow scarf warriors. The commander fulfilled his last wish, which is to sacrifice heroically for the great virtuous teacher.

It can be said that these people are as pitiful and pathetic as Zhang Baiqi, but they are also so respectable. Now they are relying on their strong willpower to endure such mental and physical torture, and persist , they will transform into real yellow scarf wrestlers, and if they don't persist, they will immediately bleed to death from the seven orifices. At that moment, it has already indicated that these people have left this war full of noise and blood...

"Roar!" With roars, the people who have endured the transformation of the yellow scarf warriors have completed all the changes in an instant. Because Zhang Baiqi used his limit dose of medicine in his last battle.

The yellow turban wrestlers who had lost their minds wanted to rush forward one after another, thinking about the blood killing battalion and Ma Chao who were already waiting in front of them.

"Ah oh!" There was a long cry, without Hou Yu's order at all, the blood killing battalion behind him immediately started to move, Hou Yulin fought in the void with the knife, the round shield blocked in front of him, and immediately rushed up, his eyes were tight He stared at the yellow turban wrestler who was rushing towards him.

"Hey!" Ma Chao snorted heavily, and took a big leap. The silver spear drew a beautiful arc without any tricks. He grasped the tail of the silver spear and stabbed directly at the yellow scarf warrior who was closest.

"Bang!" The two groups of people who were already very close collided together.
"Eh!" Hou Yu suddenly felt as if he had bumped into a galloping bull, and his feet slipped a bit, "Pfft!" He kicked hard and stepped on the dirt before he could barely hold on body.

The yellow turban wrestlers who were rushing into the future were a little surprised, their blood-red eyes were a little turbulent, because they didn't expect that the opponent would be fine after they slammed into the future, and they would directly block themselves in the last two steps, the yellow turban The wrestler screamed strangely, and immediately raised his fist to hit him.

"Huh!" With a breath of turbid air, Hou Yu suddenly rose from the ground and took half a step backwards. The fist of the yellow scarf wrestler flew straight into the air. At the subtle moment when he landed, Hou Yu's other foot instantly gained mana, and he jumped back from the way he retreated, but at the same time, Hou Yu swung his right arm slightly back, and Lin The sword flashed coldly.

"Pfft!" There was a sound of a weapon piercing into flesh, and Lin Dao ruthlessly pierced into the heart of that yellow scarf warrior.

"Ah!" A violent scream erupted from the yellow scarf warrior's mouth, and he immediately waved his arms indiscriminately.

"Huh?" Hou Yu didn't expect that the yellow turban wrestler was struggling so fiercely when he was dying. He was almost hit by the yellow turban wrestler's fists, and immediately retreated. After bringing out Pang Bo's blood donation, the Yellow Turban Warrior even took a step forward and attacked again.

"Shua!" Hou Yu's eyes flashed coldly, and he was no longer given another chance to step forward. With a wave of Lin Dao, he directly chopped off the head of the yellow turban warrior.

With a sound of "Bang!", the yellow turban wrestler fell straight forward, and his head flew far away...

"Behead directly!" Hou Yu sneered coldly, but before he said this, many soldiers of the Blood Killing Battalion hadn't expected that the Yellow Turban warriors would be so perverted, and they would be knocked to the ground directly, or even directly beaten by the Yellow Turbans. The wrestler beat him to death with his empty fists, but Hou Yu didn't care about those at all. He stepped forward, still doing the same movement, with the round shield in front of him, and the forest knife adjusted the angle, and went straight to the bruised neck of the yellow-turban wrestler. , all actions are like a machine, with such standards, specifications and angles...

"Roar!" A loud roar suddenly erupted from behind the yellow turban wrestler. Hearing the sound, it turned out to be Zhang Baiqi, and Zhang Baiqi's pale face was covered with bloodshot eyes. There is a huge difference, but those eyes are more blood red than the eyes of the yellow turban wrestler, as if the blood in the eyes is about to explode, the fists are clenched tightly, and they are severely destroyed, and the helmet has left at some point His head and bun have been torn apart, and the long hair inside immediately fell apart, but what is unexpected is that Zhang Baiqi's hair is already gray, and less than one-third of it is black. Yes, this also solved a puzzle in the minds of many Yellow Turban soldiers, thinking that when they saw their commander in chief, the commander was either wearing a helmet or wrapped in a mere release, so that you could not see him at all. How could Zhang Baiqi have so many gray hairs at such a young age? Of course, it was because of this indiscriminate use of heavenly spells that caused divine punishment, and his body had been severely damaged. It clearly proves that the body has collapsed, but the hair will still get nourishment, and of course it will become gray.

But it is this gray hair that spreads out, which adds a strong sense of monsters to Zhang Baiqi's crazy appearance, and behind Zhang Baiqi, most of the Yellow Turban Army has survived, and has become a ghost from the past. Transformation from humans to beasts, staring at the chaotic scene ahead with bloodshot eyes, ready to go.

Zhang Baiqi straightened his chest, pointed fiercely in front of him, and roared vaguely but with a voice similar to that of a devil, saying, "Kill!" , so Zhang Baiqi is the leader.

"Roar!" The yellow turban wrestler who was already full of anger stepped on the ground under his feet fiercely, and rushed out like a cannonball. Zhang Baiqi did not do this. He is a big boss, so of course he wants to appear domineeringly, with his head held high , walked forward with steady steps, and the yellow scarf fighters on both sides consciously gave way to the road.

"Pfft!" The silver gun pierced through the head of the yellow turban wrestler fiercely, and when it tilted, it directly pierced the cheek of the yellow turban wrestler behind him, and then Ma Chao quickly retracted the silver gun.

"Huh!" Breathing out, Ma Chao seemed a little struggling. How many times, how many times did he return to the scene of fighting these monsters under Tongguan in his dreams? Why are these monsters so powerful?Ma Chao doesn't think about it, but Ma Chao thinks back on why he lost, and how he should have used such a method to kill them more smoothly. It seems that there is no pain at all, tremendous strength, and even more terrifying Fear is the will to be flawed. It has not been a day or two for Ma Chao to study how to kill the yellow turban wrestler quickly. In the end, the only better way Ma Chao can think of is to kill the yellow turban wrestler with a single blow. Take back the silver spear, otherwise the yellow turban wrestler on the side will rush up immediately and grab the silver gun fiercely. Your body is restrained, you must either abandon the gun or meet the iron fist of the yellow turban wrestler, so you only have a moment to stab out. The long spear, steady and ruthless, hit the target directly, and then without hesitation, immediately withdrew the long spear while stepping back...

(End of this chapter)