Zhang Yun opened his eyes wide, held the knife with both hands, slashed left and right, and his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, without retreating.

Yan Liang waved his sword and slashed hard, one after another, one after another, one as fast as one, and one as one as one.

Zhang Yun led his personal guards to the front of the formation. Seeing that Yan Liang was in a distorted formation, there were only more than 100 people around him, each of them injured. Yan Liang himself was covered in blood and could not see his true face. He thought he was exhausted and was about to lose. He relaxed his vigilance for a moment. He was too close to Yan Liang, and Yan Liang seized the opportunity. He killed seventeen people in one breath, and suddenly came to the front, forming a situation where the two of them face to face.

For this opportunity, Yan Liang lost thirteen elite guards and also scored three consecutive strikes.

Facing Yan Liang, who was as powerful as a mad tiger, Zhang Yun chose to fight head-on. He knew that Yan Liang had outstanding martial arts skills and was not his opponent. He watched with his own eyes the soldiers who were blocking between them by Yan Liang being killed like a cut of vegetables. He also knew that Yan Liang was going to fight to the death. The sound of war drums in the distance was fierce, and Shen You had arrived, and Yan Liang had no time. He knew that he could not retreat. Once the flag was moved, the morale of the entire army would be hit. He was a soldier in Jiangdong and a famous ranger in Wujun. Facing Yan Liang, he could not be a deserter, which would bring shame to the Jiangdong people.

So, he chose to fight. He gave up his shield, held the knife in both hands, and slashed against Yan Liang.

Both of them knew that this was a life-and-death battle and could not hold back. The sword hit, and the blade was broken into gaps, and Mars bloomed again and again, illuminating the eyes of both of them. Zhang Yun's face became whiter and whiter, but Yan Liang's face became redder. They all realized that they underestimated their opponents. Yan Liang did not expect that Zhang Yun had such martial arts, and even after a long battle, he still had enough confidence in his martial arts. He thought that he could only use five swords at most, but now he slashed six swords in a row, but his opponent still did not retreat.

Zhang Yun also discovered that the sword in Yan Liang's hand was not ordinary. It was not only heavier than ordinary swords, but also not inferior to the Nanyang refined sword in his hand. His plan to win with weapons failed, but now he could only grit his teeth and hold on, hoping to withstand Yan Liang's final mad attack. Yan Liang was braver, after all, after all, fighting hard for an hour and breaking four formations in a row was at the end of his strength.

He had already felt that Yan Liang's success was not sustained, his breath was disordered, and the outcome was just in an instant.

"Kill!" Yan Liang suddenly shouted, exhaled the breath he had held, jumped high, held the knife with both hands, and slashed it with his head. His arms were already sore and could not hold the hilt with one hand, so he could only hold the knife with both hands and slashed it with the jump.

Zhang Yun did not dare to neglect, holding the handle of the knife in one hand and holding the back of the knife in the other hand, raising it over the top of his head.

"Do!" With a crisp sound, the two swords could not withstand such a violent impact and broke at the same time.

Yan Liang reacted very quickly, pushing his right hand forward half a foot, leaving only one foot long blade on Zhang Yun's shoulder. At the same time, he snatched the middle door and pressed his left arm on the back of the knife, exerting deep strength and pressing down. With a sharp and harsh sound, half of the sword cuts open Zhang Yun's shoulder armor, cuts Zhang Yun's breastplate, and stops the chest position.

Zhang Yun was unable to react, and was cut from his shoulder to his chest by a sword, his skin was blooming and blood was pouring. He roared in pain, waved a half-cut knife and slashed at Yan Liang. Yan Liang had rich combat experience and knew that Zhang Yun would fight desperately. He immediately turned the sword forward with one blow, and at the same time, he leaned back with the force, kicked it, kicked the knife on the ring, and sent the entire handle into Zhang Yun's chest, leaving only a ring of knife exposed outside.

Zhang Yun screamed and fell on his back. The sword in his hand slashed through Yan Liang's face and cut a large hole diagonally on Yan Liang's face.

In the flash of lightning, the winner has been decided, Zhang Yun died and Yan Liang was injured.

Both guards rushed up, slashed and killed each other. Yan Liang rolled and crawled, retreated into the protection of the guards, barely stood up, and searched for Zhang Yun's figure. In a hurry just now, everything was an instinctive reaction, and he didn't know whether he had killed Zhang Yun.

He did not see Zhang Yun, but he saw that Zhang Yun's personal guard was retreating. Except for dozens of people fighting, the people behind him were retreating.

He knew he won, and although he was a bit lucky in winning, he won.

"Zhang Yun gave his head, Zhang Yun gave his head." Yan Liang shouted and pointed. "Cut down his battle flag!"

His personal guards shouted loudly: "Zhang Yun gave the head! Zhang Yun gave the head!" At this time, no matter whether it is true or false, as long as it can cause chaos to the other party. Dozens of people shouted in one voice, suppressing the sound of killing and the sound of war drums reached the ears of the soldiers from both sides nearby. Zhang Yun's subordinates looked over and saw that Zhang Yun's battle flag was indeed retreating, and his morale suddenly fell. Although some veterans roared and tried to control the situation, the panic spread uncontrollably.

Yan Liang's subordinates' morale surged, bursts of roars, jumped over the cart and entered the formation.

Yan Liang breathed a sigh of relief, his legs weakened, and he almost fell to the ground. He quickly reached out to support the cart beside him, called two personal guards, and pushed him up. He had no strength to climb onto the cart. Sitting on the cart, he took his battle flag, shook it hard, boosted morale, and launched a final attack on Zhang Yun's subordinates.

Yan Zuo could see clearly in the central army. Although he didn't know what happened in front of the formation, nor did he know how Zhang Yun was alive or dead, he saw that the formation was about to collapse, and the enemy was pouring into the formation like a tide. He knew that his efforts were in vain, but he didn't care about being afraid. He ordered sternly, and someone raised the banner of Double Rabbits, rang the drum for help, and warned Shen You.

As the sound of war drums came, a response sound came from a distance. Yan Zuo looked up and saw a group of knights approaching. The most conspicuous one was the armored cavalry. The bright armored cavalry shone in the sun. Yan Zuo was overjoyed and immediately called two military marquises who were personally guarding the guards and asked them to step forward to block Yan Liang in front, and shouted "A armored cavalry comes to help." The military marquises did not dare to be negligent, and led their troops to force Yan Liang, shouting in unison.

"The armored cavalry comes to help! The armored cavalry comes to help!"

The word "Archa" is like a shot of a cardiotonic agent, which makes the panicked Jiangdong soldiers see hope. They regain their footholds and fight back desperately under the command of veterans. At the same time, they yell at the same time, which not only strengthens their courage but also causes psychological pressure to their opponents.

"Armored cavalry comes to help! Armored cavalry comes to help!" Thousands of people roared in unison, and the morale of the Jiangdong army was restored.

Someone saw Yan Liang on the cart and raised his crossbow to shoot.

Yan Liang sat on the cart. Seeing that the formation of the Jiangdong Army was about to collapse and was about to collapse, he was just glad that he suddenly heard the word "Armored Cavalry". He didn't want to believe it at all, just to think that it was the Jiangdong Army who deceived himself. He arranged three hundred cavalry and prepared tactics to deal with the Armored Cavalry. Shen You couldn't succeed so quickly. He subconsciously looked back and saw that the Armored Cavalry was approaching. He was shocked and did not notice that the sniper in the crowd was suddenly hit by two arrows, fell from the cart, and landed on the ground with a bang.

The guards rushed over and helped him up. Yan Liang gasped, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse, his eyes were desperate, and he used all his strength to squeeze out a word from his teeth.

"withdraw!"
Chapter completed!