A roar of anger and a scream of a scream.

A long sword, a human head.

Since Guan Ping has renamed the small Qinglong Yanyue Sword that his father commander made for him to Qiu Zhibing, his purpose is of course to avenge his father commander. His enemies are Zhao Zilong, the general of Zhendong in the Han Dynasty, and Wang Deyu, the former general.

But unfortunately, Zhao Yun and Wang Li are not easy to kill. They are now generals and princes who are terrifying on one side. If they want to kill them, they must first kill all those who are standing in front of them.

If you want to see a mountain, you can only break through the smog and climb up the steps.

If you want to see Wang Li, you can only clear all the obstacles ahead of him.

Cai He is not Zhao Yun's person, nor is Wang Li's general, but he is blocking Guan Ping's front at this moment, and he is an obstacle in front of Guan Ping.

God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas.

I am already possessed, no matter what his surname is Cai He!

With a knife, Guan Ping shouted angrily, and the blade of hatred in his hand was raised high again and exuded endless coldness. A buzzing sound broke through the void. The long sword turned into a cold blue dragon shining through the layers of autumn rain and suddenly came to Cai He's head.

The autumn rain was still falling quietly. The dense rain fog washed the yellowed weeds after the autumn frost, and washed the blood sprayed from the captain's neck. Everyone suddenly developed the coldness of "iron horse, golden sword, green tomb and dusk road".

However, the autumn rain is cold and the green dragon is even colder.

Cai He's eyes were slightly cumbersome, and endless fear was revealed in his eyes.

He is just a second- and third-rate military general of the world. With the relationship between Cai, his ability on the water and his eyes to recognize people, he has reached the present level. How could he not know that the martial arts of the person in front of him are far superior to him?

He had seen this sword's determination and murderous intent twice in Xiangyang City. One of them was named Gan Ning and the other was named Huang Zhong. Now both of them were serving under Wang Li's tent, and they fought and killed people all the way, and became a famous general.

Although Guan Ping's sword was not as good as the two, it was not far apart. It was even possible that Guan Ping had seen the mountain lying in front of him. But no matter what, he was definitely not rivaled by Cai He.

He dared to stand out before because of Liu Biao's name. However, once Zhang Guan was not considering his identity, his arrogance became his joke.

He dared not fight against Guan Ping, so he had to retreat.

The three-pointed two-edged sword suddenly raised upwards, Cai He thrust his waist, held the hilt with both arms and turned it up suddenly, just like a big roc spreading its wings flying into the air, and then faced the Qinglong with lightning speed.

Two knives, two gusts of wind, and two lightning bolts travel through the rain.

Everyone was looking forward to meeting with the two swords. Even Guan Ping showed a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, and the hands of Qiu Zhibian who were holding him became more and more blue.

Unfortunately, Cai He is just Cai He after all. He is not a generation of Yilie Yan Gaoqing who is not afraid of cutting off his flesh and tongue, nor is Li Ruyue, the Southern Ming Censor who is skinned and exclaims that he is cool all over. He is just an unknown person who is greedy for life and fears death.

Seeing that the two swords were about to meet, Cai He suddenly made a decision that stunned everyone. He threw his hands, his waist undulating, and then his feet suddenly clamped and turned his horse's head and ran behind him.

"when!"

With a thunder, two swords met in the air and burst out with starlight. However, the words "thunder" are loud and rainy, sometimes the words "thunder" are not just about the weather, but sometimes they also describe something or a certain moment, such as the present."

When the two swords met, Qiu Zhibiao was still in Guan Ping's hand, but the three-pointed two-edged sword had fallen into the rain, just like the famous swords and swords that were abandoned by famous generals in the mountains and fields after the war, full of decadence and bleakness.

Guan Ping was stunned. Cai He was two or three feet away from him. He tightened the blade of hatred and wanted to cross the horse to chase forward, but more than two hundred swords and shield soldiers suddenly flashed in front of Cai He, and shields were inserted into the ground one by one, and instantly reached a steel defense line, as thick as a mountain.

Just at this moment, a purple flame flew up from Cai He's hand, and from the array behind the shield, heading straight over the forest, as brilliant as a flower.

"Fu Zhizhi, don't talk nonsense to them anymore. Stop killing them on the horse quickly. They have reinforcements!"

Zhang Fei frowned. He seemed to have heard the horse's hooves like waves in the distance. He felt a little uneasy, fearing that the night dream would ruin his brother's good things. He raised his snake spear and let out a long roar. The red horse under his crotch rushed straight from the hill like lightning.

The horses were neighing, and the two cavalry were ready to go, like the Han River under the city of Xiangyang, flowing out the two small hills with high tombs on both sides and the two tombs gathered in front of everyone, and then turned into a calm but infinite power tide, rushing towards everyone, and instantly stirring countless waves.

The waves are the long swords, short swords, spears and sharp arrows in the hands of the cavalry.

The sword rises, the spear comes out, and the arrow comes out.

All the soldiers under Cai He immediately stood in front of the mission and surrounded the mission in the middle with their bodies of only more than 300 people.

But since Zhang Fei and Guan Ping have already broken their faces, how could they take the lives of these Jingzhou soldiers seriously?

Countless arrows formed a large net that could not escape and fell down, deeply pierced in the soil around the mission, and at the feet of all the Jingzhou soldiers.

Obviously, although Zhang Fei and Guan Ping did not want to waste time, they still couldn't bear to let these Jingzhou soldiers die under the flying sharp arrows.

Their plan has been going on for many days, and the hatred in their hearts has accumulated for several months. They want to die in the regiment, Cai He and Jingzhou soldiers die, but they must not want to die in the regiment. Cai He and Jingzhou soldiers die in such an unknown way. They want to let all the annoying guys die under their swords.

It seems that only in this way can they relax the long-depressed block in their hearts.

The autumn rain is drizzling, and it is lingering and desolate. Everyone's hearts also become desolate.

However, at this time, Cai He waved his hand and smiled: "Zhang Yide, I have to admit that after your training, your Jingzhou Lang has made great progress. Even the men under General Wenpin's account are unlikely to be Yingfeng.

However, don’t forget that the Jingzhou men think most about their hometown is their hometown. The Jingzhou man under your command is the Jingzhou man, and the Jingzhou man under my tent is also the Jingzhou man. You may be able to order them to kill any enemy, but you will never let them kill each other!”

Zhang Fei's despicableness changed again because he had already seen his children's eyes showing a little unbearableness.

Cai He laughed again: "As the saying goes, whether to be close to the hometown or not, is it beautiful to be beautiful to the hometown. After all, Uncle Liu and the Governor are brothers in the clan, and the warriors under you and me are all old friends from the land of Jingchu.

Cai was dull and thought about it and realized that it seemed that only the mission was outsiders in this battle. You and I were both under Liu Jingzhou's command or distinguished guests, so how could we hurt our brothers and sisters because of some outsiders?

Otherwise, I will hand over the mission to you, and you and Tanzhi's nephew would simply let Cai and his brothers leave here. Don't worry, Cai and his brothers will never mention a word to Liu Jingzhou for today's matter!"

The people in the group suddenly changed their expressions when they heard this, and their resentment was beyond words. They cursed at Cai He. However, Zhang Fei and Guan Ping were slightly happy, and a hint of mockery and contempt appeared on the corners of their mouths.

As he looked at each other, Zhang Fei had a decisive plan in his mind: Since Cai He is so greedy and afraid of death, as long as he dealt with the thieves of the mission, he defeated Cai He with his might and swallowed the hundreds of Jingzhou warriors, there must be no beginning or end in this matter.

Zhang Fei nodded, and with a big move, the warriors under the tent gave up a gap, and four soldiers under Cai He were carrying weapons to force the carriage carrying Hu Zhao, Sima Yi and others to slowly come over.

The autumn rain continues to drift, and the carriage is getting closer.

"The kids disperse quickly!"

Zhang Fei looked at the deep ruts under the carriage and suddenly became blessed. His head seemed to be instantly enlightened. He also felt like a man who knew how to do martial arts had been opened to Ren and Du meridians. He shouted angrily at everyone, and stabbed the carriage with the snake spear.

However, his anger came too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, the four warriors driving the carriage suddenly raised the sword in their hands and inserted it hard on the back of the horse. The other two took out a scythe from their arms and blew in the wind and snatched into the carriage.

The war horse neighed and the carriage sped. With just one suck, the carriage had already entered Zhang Fei's camp.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, it was like the thunder falling from the sky, like the roar of the Yellow River slamming the bank, the carriage suddenly exploded, and countless pieces, iron filings, arrow clusters, blood and flames flew around, and in the blink of an eye, the road more than ten feet in a radius was enveloped.
Chapter completed!