Nearly 30,000 troops spread towards the Four Symbol Formation. Yang Ang rode on his horse, holding a long sword in his hand and staring at Ma Chao with his eyes intently, as he was as motionless as a pine and as storm as a rock.

Ma Chao's heart moved slightly, and his eyes looked at Yang Ang with a hint of respect.

As a rare master in the world, Ma Chao has experienced many battles and has been used to life and death on the battlefield. How many generals with outstanding martial arts died under his command, and how many heroes were stabbed by him with one shot.

However, he also understood that in terms of martial arts, Yang Ang was not even qualified to pull a horse and kick him, but when it comes to courage, Yang Ang could definitely be among the top three in his soul under his gun.

People in the world think that the reason why people are not afraid is because they dare to fight to the death.

But Ma Chao disagreed.

Dare to fight to the death because you still have a life, because you still have a desire for life. True courage has definitely left your desire for life, such as indifference or indifference to life. When a person is no longer sad, joy, fear, or fear, and completely out of the matter, who dares to say that there are things he respects in this world?

Obviously, Yang Ang is in this state at this moment, and even Yang Jiong, Yang Huan and others are in this state.

But unfortunately, Ma Chao was not worried that they were not afraid, but that they were really as painless as stones. As long as they still felt pain, Ma Chao would be able to beat them out of this state.

And they just couldn't do this.

"kill!"

Seeing that they had arrived in front of them, Ma Chao's mouth cracked, his arms trembled slightly, and the Ice Soul Silver Spear slashed forward. A silver dragon suddenly soared into the air, dancing its thick front claws and strong tail, and slapped at Yang Ang with his teeth and claws.

At the same time, the warriors of Xiliang under their command also moved. They were like tigers and leopards jumping in the mountains, like apes moving in the forest, like eagles spreading their wings at high altitude, or like jackals and wolves gathering momentum by the road. In a word, they were as quiet as virgins moving as rabbits.

Under the leadership of Ma Chao, the Xiliang soldiers were like a clenched pig-killing knife, stabbed into the Hanzhong soldiers' camp, and immediately caused an endless storm among the crowd.

The knife is like a crescent moon, and the arrow is reaching Mount Tai.

The sharp arrows flew out, and the scimitars swirled around. Every time the air tear was torn, it would bring blood. Every round of the roar of the arrows would definitely take the life of a Hanzhong warrior.

However, the warriors in Hanzhong did not compromise. They still held the weapons in their hands tightly and tried to move forward.

The brothers in front fell down, and the brothers in the back then stood up. Zhang San fell into the crowd, and Li Si immediately made up for his shortcomings. One by one, they used their bodies to form an unyielding Great Wall, blocking the Xiliang Army's tide offensive.

Finally, they withstood the first round of attacks from the Xiliang Army.

Now, it’s their turn to take action. “Kill!”

Yang Ang used all his strength to knock on the Ice Soul Silver Spear that was stabbing fast, and with a roar, he just made up for Li Si who came and the brothers behind him resolutely unveiled the sword in the sheath.

They were like a group of moths rushing towards the fire. No, they were the fire in front of the moths. Facing the attacks of the Xiliang people, they were not on guard at all, but just opened their hearts and used their weak bodies to block the swords of the Xiliang soldiers. However, their swords had already pierced into the chest, throat and heart of the Xiliang people.

Fight your life with your life, and exchange your life for the enemy's life.

This is the most advanced way of playing and the most unreasonable way of playing.

No matter how superb your martial arts are, no matter how sharp your swords are, no matter whether you are the Xiliang horse that sways the world or the Wang family army galloping on the battlefield, I only have one way of fighting. If you dare to come, I will dare to go.

Although I don’t have those fancy skills and no weapons as sharp as you, I have a life that can be exchanged for you.

Or I die, or you die!

However, in just one cup of tea, the "iron cone" of the soldiers on both sides seemed to have been smoothed, and a red trench was left between the two giant arrows. It was the corpses of more than a thousand soldiers, and it was also the dividing line that the soldiers on both sides fought with their lives.

Kill three thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them.

Looking at the indifference and disdain on the faces opposite and the brothers lying on the ground and their eyes dying with their eyes closed, the hands of the Xiliang warriors were already trembling slightly. They had never seen such a method since they were dominating the world.

Although it seems that more Hanzhong soldiers have fallen, they have less persistence in their hearts. If they persist like this, they may be able to win the final victory, but how many of them can survive?

My heart was moved and the formation was in chaos. The morale of the warriors in Xiliang was leaked out in an instant, like a balloon that had been stabbed into pieces.

However, they seemed to have forgotten that they were not alone. They still had 15,000 friendly troops and 15,000 brothers on this battlefield. On the battlefield, their lives are their own and their brothers.

If the brothers don’t let them die, how dare they die?

"Hanzhong dog thief, where to go?"

Just as the morale of the Xiliang army was low, two thunderous roars exploded in their ears, and two sharp arrows rushed out from behind the Xiliang warriors, crossing over their heads like two lightning bolts, and pressing straight towards Yang Ang.

General Taishi Ci is here!

General Huang Zhong is here!

The warriors of Xiliang were cheered and cheered together.

Yang Ang was shocked and hurriedly lay on the back of the horse. He heard two screams from both sides behind him at the same time. Two lightning flashed over his head with lightning speed and inserted it into the chest of his personal guards and flag-holding soldiers. Two wailings gushed out, pouring out all over his head, and then flowed from his neck to his heart, with a hint of warmth in the blood.

In an emergency, the huge crow in the hand of the flag-holding soldier lost control and slanted slightly and smashed towards him hard, as if a thick cloud was about to gather and land from the sky. Before he could turn up from the horse's back, his eyes were pitch black.

The entire mountain top was quiet, and the eyes of the Hanzhong soldiers all showed a strong sense of uneasiness and unwillingness.

However, Yang Ang is Yang Ang after all.

Seeing the battle flag rushing towards him, Yang Ang sprayed a thick disdain from his nose, and his foot quietly released the stirrups. His body suddenly flipped, and a carp thrust on the horse's back and sat up. His hand had already reached out and held the big flag firmly in his hand. He screamed like a lone wolf in his throat: "The flag is in my hand, I have it all in the world, I have a turtle son, I'm fine, I'll kill you all!"

Yang Ang's shouts spread across the mountain, igniting the morale of the Hanzhong soldiers again.

Yang Jiong, Yang Huan and countless soldiers were immediately like chicken blood, and they let out a long roar, tightening their swords, guns, sticks, sticks, axes, hooks and forks in their hands, and thrust their chests and stabbed them fiercely towards the Xiliang Army.

However, it was too early for them to be happy.

Yang Anggui is the head coach of one side, and one of the few generals under Zhang Lu's tent is still unknown, "the gun hits the bird with the head", "the rafters decay first", "the trees are soaring that they will destroy them", "the trees are so big that they attract wind", "the whip the fast cow" and "extreme joy leads to sorrow" are still swearing on the battlefield. If he does not die, what is the way of heaven?

"Yang Ang, come to die!"

A roar seemed to have purple thunder landed. Jin Machao, the commander of the Xiliang army who had almost suffered a defeat just now, shouted angrily, suddenly jumped up, and pointed heavily on the horse's head. A ray of light rose from his right hand to the air and escaped from his hand. The Ice Soul Silver Spear suddenly exerted force, tearing the void in front of him, and inserted it straight into Yang Ang's throat three or five feet long.

"Gugugugu!"

Before Yang Ang could cover his throat, the blood at the corner of his mouth had already overflowed, his eyes turned black again, and his strength retreated like a tide. The huge flagpole once again broke away from the control of the Hanzhong soldiers. He fell to the right and smashed hard into the small pile of stones by the roadside, raising dust in the sky.

The corners of the flag swept across Yang Ang's face, as gentle as his mother touched his head when she left home. Yang Ang tried hard to open his eyes, but could not see anything.

"kill!"

Ma Chao, Huang Zhong and Taishi Ci's three commanders roared at the same time, and more than 12,000 troops rushed forward at the same time, just like awls inserted into the enemy's camp.

The bones are formed into mountains and blood flows.

The bright red blood soaked the entire mountain top, and beautiful azaleas suddenly developed on the top of Yangping Pass. Under the reflection of sunlight, it was like the sorrow that Emperor Wang vomited from the mouth of the legend in the book, so sad and sad.
Chapter completed!