August in the first year of Zhongping, Dahan.

“Hohuhu~”

Amid the rapid gasps, sticky blood kept flowing down from his body. The warm young man named Wenle half-kneeled on the ground. Almost irrepressible pain came from all over his body, making his thin body tremble continuously. Even if he tried his best, his almost broken body could no longer move.

"Yo, can you still stand up? The rebels?"

A teasing voice came from the front. A young man wearing blue battle armor slowly walked towards Wenle. His handsome face was full of sneer. He held a large exaggerated giant bow in one hand, which reflected in Wenle's eyes, making a trace of fear almost uncontrollable. Even this person, almost scattered the Yellow Turban Army led by him, slaughtering all the Yellow Turban Army led by him, and was obviously just a crossbow, but it almost turned into several weapons in his hand. Even if he was close, he would be cut by the sharp inverted blade at will. Such a brave battle posture has only been seen on one person for more than 20 years.

It’s just a pity that the man who was on the battlefield would never appear in Huang Tian’s dream again.

"Tsk... it's so too much to walk..." He murmured in his mouth. Wenle's right hand, which had been stained with blood, raised it hard, gently climbed onto the arrow that penetrated his chest directly, almost directly through the pain that almost penetrated his soul and continued to radiate to all parts of his body with the caress of the fingers. The vitality began to slowly dissipate on his thin body, but he didn't care at all. After taking a breath, his right hand suddenly used force, breaking the arrow from it, and blood splashed out from the wound again. The smile that made Wenle look wanton and heroic for the first time.

"It's just hurting my flesh. Haven't you eaten it? How could you be so powerless!" Clear disdain and mockery were mixed in the weak voice, which made the sarcastic look on the face of the young man holding the bow froze instantly. Clear anger ignited in his eyes like fire, and the giant bow in his hand turned slightly and pointed straight towards the embarrassing Wenle. The arrow was instantly skewed, and the unconcealed murderous intent erupted like a roaring volcano.

"Okay, okay! So brave! Then try again if a certain arrow is still weak!... Remember, the one who kills you is Xiahou Qi, the brother of the Cao Mengde clan, the commander of the Han cavalry," said Mr. Chen!

Amid the voices, the light blue thunder energy wrapped around the arrow, which grew twice as sharp as an ordinary arrow, almost instantly penetrated the layers of space, and became bigger and bigger in Wenle's pupils. Wen Rongqing closed her eyes lightly. She sighed softly as if she was regretful and relieved.

...Sir, let me take a step first...

Scream~

The sound of breaking through the air like a monster roared suddenly stopped. The energy wrapped in energy cut a wound between Wenle's eyebrows, causing the scarlet blood to flow slowly, but there was no more follow-up. Xiahou Qi rang in Wenle's ears with a frightened and angry shout, which made him open his eyes in doubt. The touch that came into his eyes made his pupils suddenly shrink and he was in place in an instant.

It is still on the battlefield full of yellow sand. The bloody, killing, and the sound of warriors intersecting each other still fills the world. However, there is a familiar but unfamiliar figure. The black hair in the dark color flutters in the wind. Although she is on the battlefield, she is just wearing a thin coat. The dark golden sword in her hand is roaring like a bloodthirsty beast. When she scatters, the sharp and bright sword light blooms its own sharpness on the battlefield.

Xiahou Qi, who was originally willing to harvest the lives of the Yellow Turban Warrior, was extremely embarrassed at this time. When he waved the giant bow in his hand, it almost covered everything around him, and even in the rain of arrows, he could come and go freely without any damage. However, even such a tight defense did not work at all for the man who suddenly appeared. The cold sword light pierced his defense from various incredible angles like mercury. The sad blood flowers continued to bloom on him, but in just a moment, the blue battle armor was dyed bright red, but Xiahou Qi didn't care at all, or had no time or energy to care. Faced with the sword light that was sprinkling like rain, he had only one thought in his mind at this moment.

Block! Block! Block! Block!

Click ~

Whether it was a coincidence or other reason, the dark golden sword that was sprinkling sword light was really blocked by the giant bow in Xiahou Qi's hand. The faint power came from his arm, which made Xiahou Qi's blank eyes restore a hint of expression.

...Blocked?!...

At this moment, even more violent power came from the long sword, and Xiahou Qi's burly body was pushed back without any resistance. As if he was not facing a human but a crazy rhino, his heavy combat boots plowed two deep marks on the ground.

"Stop with someone!"

Amid the shock and anger, the thunderous energy swayed on Xiahou Qi's body wildly, pouring into the giant bow, and fighting against the force on the long sword. His feet were staggered and he tried hard. Xiahou Qi's body finally settled in place. With a rapid gasp, the young general finally saw the person who forced him to such a point - but a young man who looked only about twenty years old. His tough face was pale, just like a patient who had just recovered from a serious illness. There was no emotional fluctuation in his black eyes, even now, but a cold one.

Click~ Click~

At this moment, a tiny sound suddenly sounded, and the strange thing from the giant bow in his hand made Xiahou Qi's face pale. As expected, the next moment, the weapon that had accompanied him for several years made a hoarse cry of sorrow. Then it broke directly from the middle, the dark golden sword still slashed down hard. The cold breath and undisguised murderous intent made Xiahou Qi's pupils suddenly shrink, but before he could react, the cold light drew a broken curve in his vision like thunder.

Pooh ~

Warm blood gushed out, and the young general named Xiahou Qi fell to the ground unwillingly, still holding the giant bow that accompanied him in his hand to fight on the battlefield, but unfortunately... neither he nor it could make the enemy terrified. In front of him, the young man holding a long sword swung his hand at the center of the sharp edge. The low voice slowly fell down with the cold and ferocious murderous intent, which made Wenle's brain dazed.

"The enemy general has been killed by me!"

(Thanks for the flowers, the early rewards of the Light of the Universe, and the monthly tickets for Shenglong Doudou and Xiaoxing Stone, thank you~)

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Chapter completed!