Chen Fei was not sure about Zhang Jiao's roar and situation, but the excessively powerful aura was clearly reflected in his perception, making him feel more anxious and restless. He knew clearly what the strength of the middle-aged man chasing Huang Tian was: even if the unparalleled dance broke out, he could at most climb to the top of the golden rank, but the aura at this time had already steadily stepped over the legendary barrier.

No power can be at all lucky. Chen Fei dared not even think about the price he had to pay for his strength at this time! He just activated his speed frantically, and the long sword in his hand caused bloody storms among the various vassal armies like the fangs of a giant beast. The breath of death clearly entangled on Chen Fei's rushing figure, like an evil ghost climbing out of hell, full of hideous and terrifying aura.

Zheng!

In the harsh sound of metal collision, a huge recoil force was transmitted from Chen Fei's long sword, forcibly stopping the evil ghost rushing to the earth. The scorching sparks splashed out from the intersection of two steels. Chen Fei's already slightly red eyes clearly reflected the same young face opposite.

His face was as fair as the best warm jade, but he did not seem to have a trace of feminine aura. His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were wearing silver robe and silver armor, and he held a spear. The blade was at least twice as big as the standard spear in the army. He was like the fangs in the mouth of a giant dragon, and he was blocking Chen Fei's way with anger.

There were countless guns used throughout the Three Kingdoms period, but at such an age, people who could easily block the sword blades in Chen Fei's hand. Looking at the century-long dispute, there were only two people, and the last one left was the one who could appear on the Yellow Turban battlefield... It was also the one Chen Fei was most reluctant to face.

“…Changshan, Zhao Zilong…”

The name of the young general in white robe in front of him was murmured in his heart. A complex look flashed between Chen Fei's dark pupils - Zhao Zilong, a white horse and silver spear, was full of courage. He fought alone among the millions of Cao's troops and was able to enter and exit seven times.

This was his idol, his longing, his hero... But now...

It's his enemy.

...For the sake of current beliefs and yearning, drawing the sword to face each other with the former longing is really... a great irony...

He sighed secretly with a slight self-deprecating voice in his heart, but the long sword in Chen Fei's hand was slightly raised. The cold and snarling breath rose from him and rushed towards Zhao Yun, who was standing solemnly with guns opposite him. There were faint roars in the air, like a brave man holding a giant hammer to hit each other. All the soldiers around him staggered and fell backwards as if they were standing unsteadily. Within a radius of dozens of meters, no one could stand except Chen Fei and Zhao Yun.

A slight breath of turbid air popped up, and Chen Fei's figure instantly turned into a shadow and rushed towards Zhao Yun. A little cold light shone out from the buzzing sound of the dark golden sword in his hand. The cold sword light gathered and felt a little misty, as if the Nine Heavens Star River appeared in the world in an instant, but. Every "star" was condensed from the extremely pure sword energy! Each sword energy can instantly deprive any elite warrior of his life!

This sword, the fusion wood elf's heavy rain sword technique and the Jin Yong world's Bodhidharma sword style, can be regarded as a direct reflection of Chen Fei's sword cultivation at this time. Whether in the main world or in the Jin Yong plane, it can be said to be a wonderful sword technique. It is supplemented by the special power generated by the fusion of the body. Chen Fei is confident that no one in the same level can take this sword technique safely.

But at this moment, a person appeared here.

Dingding Dingding Dingding Ding Ding...

As the sound of a piano solo, every sword light in the air was accurately shattered by the spear in Zhao Yun's hand. As the rupture sword light scattered everywhere, a sharp look suddenly flashed between Zhao Yun's originally clear and solemn pupils. The spear, which was originally just stabbing with force, suddenly turned and broke through Chen Fei's long sword at a violent speed several times higher than before. The gun body turned wildly like a dragon in the sea. The originally shattered sword light was controlled by its stirring momentum and actually merged into its offensive, following the spear firmly like a hundred birds looking at the phoenix, and became bigger and bigger in Chen Fei's pupil.

Zheng~

The cold sharp blade was directly slashed, and a silver curve was drawn in the air, and then it was inserted into the ground hard. Zhang Jiao held the fire god's staff in his right hand and a half-left crushing knife in his left hand. He panted in a panting embarrassingly as he looked at the people surrounding him. The sticky scarlet blood kept leaving his forehead, but it made the look on his thin face become more and more heroic and unruly.

He threw the long sword that had completely lost its due effect on the ground. Zhang Jiao held the red fire god staff and tried his best to straighten his waist and spine so that he would not look so embarrassed. The energy in his body had been consumed just now, and he had consumed it, as well as his life span, which was already very little left.

How lucky is this to exchange for the inheritance of Huang Tian’s dream!

A little sighed with satisfaction in his heart. The hero who had reached the point of exhaustion and had a lingering place smiled slightly, and gently closed his eyes to the powerful heroes surrounding him.

Puchi~ Puchi~

The sound of steel piercing into * was clearly heard. In an instant, several sharp weapons directly penetrated Zhang Jiao's thin body. The thunder energy unique to the Wushuang world instantly followed the steel into the flesh and blood body. Almost in an instant, this destructive force directly destroyed Zhang Jiao's internal organs, and the breath of life slowly disappeared from his body.

Zhang Jiao, a person who set off a troubled time, led hundreds of thousands of people to chase the man in his heart in the prosperous era. On this battlefield where heroes gathered, he quietly released himself in the most heroic posture.

In the first year of Zhongping, Zhang Jiao, a great wise teacher in the Yellow Turban Army...

fall from the sky!

At the same time, on a battlefield not far away.

Bang ~

Amid the explosion, two equally young figures intersected, leaving behind Mars smashed by weapons and scattered casually. Chen Fei looked at Zhao Yun opposite him in a rough manner, and the anxious look in his eyes became increasingly intense. On the battlefield, the situation changed rapidly. If he could not break through Zhao Yun's blockade quickly, then Zhang Jiao would likely encounter an unexpected situation, but...

The opponent is Zhao Yun! In the confrontation just now, he was actually the one who was at a disadvantage, and the opponent's gun force became more and more powerful as time goes by. If this continues, not to mention breaking through the blockade, even he himself may have been shot by this person and directly picked up the head.

"Damn it... I don't care, break through Zhao Yun first!"

Chen Fei's five fingers holding the sword stretched out slightly, and then his whole body began to move in a unique way. The sharp momentum that was originally emitted quickly shrank on the long sword in his hand, condensing into a deep and flowing sword light like water waves.

:Everything in the world is broken under this blade!

But at this moment, a dignified breath suddenly came from not far away, and then it was directly thrown into Chen Fei's body like a bird or a forest. At the same time, the cold electronic synthesizer of the system also resounded in Chen Fei's heart, causing his pupils to suddenly shrink. At this moment, which had already reached the last step... it actually dissipated directly!

"... Zhang Jiao of the Yellow Turban Army died, and the host obtained a quarter of his dragon vein..."

Great Master...

Dead?

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