"Jian Shuo is dead!" Xiahou Dun cut off Jian Shuo's head, grabbed the hair on his head, and lifted it up.

As his voice echoed, the chaotic battlefield stopped, and everyone's eyes were on Xiahou Dun on the platform. When he kept his eyes fixed and saw the appearance of the head in Xiahou Dun's hand, the entire battlefield became quiet.

"Ha!" The soldiers from Yuan Shao and Cao Cao raised the weapons in their hands high and cheered.

On the contrary, the soldiers under Jian Shuo were dull at this moment and could not believe that their chief general, Jian Shuo, the head of the eight lieutenants of Xiyuan, died like this. Although the face of the head was stained with blood and some of it covered its original appearance, it was probably still clear.

In addition, if the master general was not dead, he should have stood up and refuted now. But there was no, only the personal soldiers on the platform were still fighting, but there was no trace of Jian Shuo.

Whether it is escape or death, their battle has become meaningless now.

The remaining players were still fighting, who were still trying to break through the shield wall arranged by Xiahou Yuan. However, some players were also confused by the sudden quiet school grounds. Why did the other side suddenly become so quiet? It felt like they were singing a one-man show.

"Jian Shuo is dead. Those who put down the weapons in their hands will not be killed. They will not be punished by the thief!" Yuan Shao also shouted out at the right time.

If you can surrender, you will surrender. These soldiers are not aware of the truth. They are just deceived by Jian Shuo for a while, and it is not unforgivable. As for those who do not surrender, Yuan Shao will not be ruthless. Jian Shuo's absolute confidant is impossible for him to stay.

Some soldiers showed a look of struggle on their faces. They didn't know whether they should put down their weapons or continue to hold them and fell into a state of confusion.

"Dangling." A soldier loosened his palm and his long sword fell to the ground, making a slight sound.

The sound was very light. Although the sound on the other side was very noisy, and the sound of killing was still coming, the screams of sarcastic pain continued to be heard. However, the sound made by the long sword when it landed on the ground was like a signal and was immediately received by other soldiers.

"Dangling, Dangling..." The weapon in a soldier fell down and fell to the ground.

It was like a plague, more and more soldiers threw away their weapons. Even if they were still a little unwilling to do so, they knew they had lost. If they didn't put down the weapons in their hands, they were likely to not only lose, but also even lost their lives.

"Care their weapons." Yuan Shao ordered the soldiers around him. It is not safe yet. Only by collecting all the weapons can Yuan Shao feel relieved.

"Yes!" The soldiers held weapons in their hands and did not relax their vigilance and walked towards the soldiers of Jian Shuo who had already put down their weapons, preparing to gather the weapons on the ground.

His ears moved, and the shouts of killing had not stopped. Yuan Shao said again: "Also, some of them will go to Xiahou Yuan to support him."

"Yes!" Another soldier responded and immediately led his companions around him to support Xiahou Yuan.

Cao Cao breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out the green sword, and the blood splashed out was particularly dazzling in front of him. These Jian Shuo's personal soldiers were already hysterical. After Jian Shuo's death, although their fighting spirit was dead, they knew that they could not do anything good, so they chose to fight to the death.

After all, this is just a sorrowful barking of a dog. After losing that spirit, it is easy for Cao Cao to deal with them. As long as he is careful, there will be no problem at all.

"Die!" The angry Yan Liang vented his heart on Jian Shuo's personal soldiers.

Personal soldiers kept falling down in front of him, dying under the long sword, and every wound he cut was deep into the bones. There were also heads and headless corpses, falling in pools of blood, still.

Such killing still cannot weaken the anger in Yan Liang's heart. He was only one step away, only a little bit away, and he killed Jian Shuo.

The person holding Jian Shuo's head in his hand should be him, not Xiahou Dun! It was because of these Jian Shuo's personal soldiers, because these personal soldiers blocked him, that he could not become the one who killed Jian Shuo!

Even just now, Yan Liang still had the opportunity to move forward, cut off Jian Shuo's head, and take it for himself. But Yan Liang's pride did not allow him to make such a choice. If he didn't kill, he wouldn't kill him.

That was Xiahou Dun's, not his, so simple.

There was no way to vent the anger in his heart, so Yan Liang could only place his target on these Jian Shuo. He didn't have enough identity, so he could make up for Jian Shuo's head. Yan Liang asked all of them to repay their lives!

"Hold the shield and bump!" After another wave of attacks, Xiahou Yuan said calmly.

The sword and shield hand beside him picked up the shield standing on the ground, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the players who rushed up again.

Suddenly, the players were overturned. In front of the shield that was more than half a person tall, they had no power to resist and were knocked out and landed in the crowd. Each player who flew out would bring down a few players behind them and fall down together.

"List." Xiahou Yuandao.

"Drink!" The shields fell again and turned into a blocked wall again.

"Spit!" Xiahou Yuan stabbed the spear in his hand.

From the shield, a spearman who followed the sword and shield soldiers stabbed the spear in his hand.

A long spear stabbed the players' bodies and pulled them backwards. The spearhead, gun rod, and the cluster of red tassels all had the freshest and warm blood.

There are no exceptions to players. No matter how much they want to break through the shield wall, they will be bleeding when they hit it. Not only that, it turned out that they were hitting the shield wall, but now it was clearly this shield wall, holding a gun forest to hit them.

Retreat, keep retreating. Every player does not want to face this cold killing machine in front, but every time he retreats, a player will fall down and become a corpse.

"It's over." The Yamaji players who were later were heartbroken when they saw this scene.

There are so many of them, but they are driven away like chickens without any resistance.

After a change of thought, the alchemists players already had the intention to retreat, and they would not have any good results if they stayed. In addition, due to the special nature of their profession, from the beginning of the battle, they were in the rear position. When they said they had escaped, the other players did not have such a good chance of escaping!

Leaving at the right time, a famous alchemist player came from the talisman bag and put it on his body. Then, he ran back and received the blessing of the wind talisman and ran away very quickly. As for alchemist players without the wind talisman, they could only be left behind and watched their wealthy companions go away. At the same time, they were also glad that there were players behind them who ran slower and could not run.

As for the same thing, you can run slowly, as long as there are people behind you who run slower than you!

Wen Chou put away his knife, wiped his hands on his face, and wiped the bloody stains from his hands. His face did not become cleaner, because the palms used to wipe their faces were already in the state of bloody stains from one palm from the beginning.

No matter how much he wiped it, the blood on his face was still left on his face.

Wen Chou is now more like a big tabby cat, with a red, white, and gray on his face. He looks a bit funny, but when he sees a player like him, no one dares to laugh, no one can laugh.

The laughing person died. He became the corpses on the ground, the scattered limbs, and the broken bones. Now he still wants to laugh but the players who have the intention of laughing in his heart can't laugh. Seeing these, no matter how much they want to laugh, they will curl their smiles and swallow their laughter.

There were hundreds of people, but now there were only dozens of people left. They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes, which was a sign of total loss of courage.

From the beginning, they had full confidence to fight with suspicion, in the end, they no longer had hope for killing Wen Chou. Because, they had dozens of people left. When hundreds of people could not kill Wen Chou, how could dozens of people do something that hundreds of people could not do?

impossible.

Seeing Wen Chou's bloody appearance, no one dared to go forward again, so he could only stand in a stalemate. The previous brave player, the player who wanted to pick peaches, didn't know where his head was, and he couldn't even tell where the corpse was.

They couldn't tell whether Wen Chou was from that blood! It was more likely that Wen Chou's blood was stained after killing hundreds of their companions.

There is only one possibility, otherwise, according to the total amount of blood on a person, he will die if he has flowed so much blood.

"Cough cough." Wen Chou coughed and spitted bloody saliva towards the side.

His chest was undulating, and he was breathing in big mouthfuls. The strong smell of blood never left his nose, and he was as happy as if he was crawling out of a pool of blood. When he stood, blood was still dripping down his clothes and armor.

Wen Chou was injured, and there was a wound on his body that was painful. For example, he was also inevitably injured in such a fight. Sometimes, there were always some attacks that could not be avoided, and there was always some choice to choose to take the sword and the sword. However, the wound was not big or deep.

Wen Chou cannot do this kind of thing by exchanging injuries, and these players cannot let him only do this level. The appearance of every wound on his body represents the fall of a player, and it belongs to the best among the players.

The existence of these wounds did not make Wen Chou worry about it. On the contrary, the pain caused by the wounds became the reason why Wen Chou continued to fight.

Feel the pain, use the pain, live and fight!

His cold eyes swept over the players, and the players who were in contact with the eyes turned away, and they did not dare to look at Wen Chou again.

"Come on!" Wen Chou raised his long sword and shouted.

The long sword in his hand had many gaps and potholes on the blade. In the battle just now, he slashed, collided with the player's blade countless times, and cut off the player's head, splitting the player's body into two, causing damage to the long sword, which became the current situation.

It seems that it makes people very doubt whether this long sword can hold on and whether it will become countless fragments in the next moment.

"Sher."

The next moment, with a light sound, the long sword in Wen Chou's hand turned into countless pieces, even the handle of the knife was the same, becoming fragments and falling all over the ground.

"Opportunity!" The players who had originally dared not move even when they saw the opportunity, immediately started to move.

Seeing Wen Chou’s next action, the unrealistic thoughts in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Wen Chou just bent down and picked up a long sword from the ground. He raised the blade and pointed the tip of the sword at the players in the distance.

"Come on." He repeated.

Silence, silence, or silence. Faced with such Wen Chou, the surviving players cannot say anything, and they cannot make any choices to go to Wen Chou.

Everything they had just experienced made them think that Wen Chou was invincible. Especially when Wen Chou stood like this, there were corpses at his feet, from behind to where he was standing.

Being able to keep this way, still standing there and not running away immediately is already considered courageous.

It’s not that they don’t want to run, but that when they want to move, there will always be a feeling that they will die if they move. Really, this feeling is real, not a false imagination.

They don’t know why they feel this way. Even though they are ugly, there is only one person, and if they are separated and flee, some people will escape. But they are not willing to be the first one. The first one will not always taste the sweetness and will die.

Players are not afraid of death, so they don’t have to die, and of course they won’t die either.

Just as Wen Chou took a step forward and their hearts were stuttering. The eyes of dozens of players became brighter, and a kind of joy appeared, with a clear hope.

When they saw the players running over in the distance, the emotions that surged in their hearts almost made them feel that they were ok to give them a certificate of self-sacrifice for these players. Especially when some players attacked Wen Chou, this gratitude became stronger.

My heart was filled with deep gratitude, but in the action, dozens of players were united and shouted, "Run!"

Every player ran very fast, leaving all his life-saving benefactors behind.

The long sword blocked in front of him, and an ice cone shot, directly turning into countless ice chips, splashing around in front of Wen Chou's eyes. An ice edge streaked across Wen Chou's cheek, bringing out a shallow wound.

"Oh, are you back?" Wen Chou grinned, his smile gradually became cold, and became extremely cold.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

With a pit stepping on his feet, Wen Chou turned into a high-speed moving shadow, rushing towards the alchemists running towards him.

twenty three

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