As Guan Hai stood on the top of the city wall, a loophole appeared on the wall he climbed. Just like an alien suddenly mixed in with a certain type of defense, it naturally revealed a gap. It was like a rat shit fell into a porridge. If the rat shit was not picked out, no matter how hungry it was, it would be impossible to speak.

Guan Hai was such a rat shit. When he climbed the city, he stood firmly on the city wall and did not move. And during the time he climbed the city, the Yellow Turban soldiers following him immediately became more rat shit in this pot of porridge. Yes, in the eyes of the Han army guarding the city, they were rat shit, and rat shit that could ruin a pot of porridge.

So, be sure to drive it off the top of the city or, kill them!

Guan Hai's knife slashed heavily on the blade of a Han soldier running towards him. The soldier's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood was involuntarily spurting out of his mouth. He actually took three steps back and sat down. The long knife in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang. Looking at his palm, the entire tiger's mouth had broken, and blood flowed out of the tiger's mouth, and the whole palm was trembling.

With one knife, Guan Hai no longer cared about whether the one who took his sword was a living or a dead person. On the battlefield, sometimes there was only one chance of killing people, and sometimes more than once, but his life was only one. Facing the rushing Han soldiers, he did not retreat, but instead rushed forward a few steps.

The harsh sound of weapons colliding sounded, and Guan Hai's knife only used the simplest slash and block each time. Every time his body twisted and adjusted, he was constantly dodging the soldiers or slashed or pierced weapons. It was just to kill the enemy better, not just to protect himself.

Guan Hai let out a muffled groan, and a piece of cold spear head appeared in his body that leaned forward, stabbed into his chest, penetrated the intricate armor, and leaped out of the wound. His face was extremely plain, and he smiled at the extremely excited Han soldier, revealing a lusty white teeth.

"Die!" With a backhand, the knife in his hand was full of dazzling light. The body of the Han soldier who was still excited and surprised on his face, from bottom to top. A huge crooked gap appeared on the soldier's body, and blood burst out, and a pool of internal organs fell to the ground, and the two halves lay in a pool of blood.

Guan Hai can hide, but he chooses not to hide. Sometimes, taking a step back means taking a lot of steps. Afraid of being injured means getting injured soon. He never thought that there would be a general on the battlefield that would not have a scar, including him. The pain of this new injury is nothing more than a scar in the future.

As long as he can kill people, the price he pays is nothing. Every knife he kills is as fast as the wind, with a heavy momentum, giving up the defense and caution he should leave. Just because the knife is fast, it is so fast that many Han soldiers are about to die with Guan Hai, but in the end they have to appear sadly, and the weapons in his hand are only a little short of.

A trace of life and death, Guan Hai's sword crossed this distance, so he was not the one who died.

He pulled out the gun with his backhand and brought out a bunch of blood. The long knife was put on the shelf. Guan Hai's right arm trembled violently. The muscles of the whole arm were tense, but the arm could not stop sinking. Another long knife hovered in front of his eyes. The coldness at the tip of the knife made Guan Hai's eyelids jump uncontrollably.

"Is it you?" Guan Hai raised his head and reflected the face he had seen looking up at the city wall under the ladder. His left hand was handed back, and the spear he was holding slid in his palm, poking out a piece, and with a "pop", he stabbed into the chest of a Han soldier who was about to attack Guan Hai.

"Of course it's me!" Zhou She shouted violently, removed the long sword, accumulated strength and completed it in an instant, and another powerful slash was slashed.

The muscles of his hands and arms suddenly bulged, bursting inch by inch, spreading out the armor on his body. There was no shame in his heart to attack Guan Hai. Zhou She just wanted to kill Guan Hai. No matter what means he used, as long as he could kill Guan Hai, these methods would be good methods.

Those who can survive are the winners! Those who are remembered are also winners. As for those who lose, they may be able to survive in other places, but here, death means death and nothing. This is the battlefield! The battlefield where life and death are intertwined, either life or death. If Zhou She wants to live, then he can only ask Guan Hai to die!

"Die!"

It seemed that he had seen through Zhou She's thoughts, but Guan Hai did not feel threatened at all. Some of the blood stains left on him were his, and some of them were from others. The mixture made him look very embarrassed. Even the long sword in his hand was in continuous battles, and there were many small gaps in the blade edge while chopping the weapons in the hands of the Han soldiers.

"Clang". Guan Hai used one hand to hold the long knife that Zhou She chopped down with a knife. The two long swords collided without giving in to each other, and the harsh sounds made were deafening.

"Just you?"

Guan Hai's sarcastic smile became more and more obvious. He used force on his hand and forced Zhou She to force him to open. This was a second sword that could be called the right time, place and people.

Zhou She showed a hint of panic. At that moment, he clearly felt a force stronger than his hands to hold his long sword up and make his body retreat involuntarily. You must know that he was holding a knife in both hands! And Guan Hai was just an arm.

"Clang." Guan Hai slashed down quickly, without giving Zhou She any space to retreat. He could only grit his teeth and hold Guan Hai's sword. However, the next moment, Zhou She regretted it! The huge force transmitted from the blade made his arms tremble continuously. Both palms holding the hilt could feel that the long sword in his palm was about to escape from his palm at this moment.

The next moment, another knife! Guan Hai repeated the attacks Zhou She had made on him before, but there was no sneak attack like Zhou She, but it was open and irresistible!

"Clang." Another harsh sound of weapons colliding.

Zhou She's face turned bloody, her mouth opened, and her chest was undulating. The fame and fortune she had thought about before, and the glory she would receive after killing Guan Hai was gone. Now there was only horror, an incomparable horror, and a trace of fear of death.

(End of this chapter)

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