In the morning light, Huan Biao held the knife and half-kneeled on the ground, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

After a night of bloody battle, the shouts of killing became increasingly scattered.

The personal guards near Huan Biao were gathering around him, and more and more troops were moving closer to the tent of the middle military camp. Among them, there were the banner of the Shu army and the rebels.

There were many troubles and it was hard to see. Huan Biao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and saw the guards around him die one by one, but he was a little reluctant to stand up.

After a fierce night of fighting, Huan Biao had already exhausted most of his strength at this time. But he could not show his decline because he was surrounded by a group of hungry wolves.

Di Sheng, Jiang Zhou, Fang Pei, Xu Ji and others were staring at him. They besieged and were injured even when they were injured, but the light that was devoured by others in their eyes was not weak at all.

The blood-red light is so familiar!

Recalling the past, Huan Biao also had this kind of light in his eyes. This was his desire for achievements. But now he is old, and has become the old guys he looked down upon in the past, and has become the prey for others to make achievements.

Huan Biao stood up, and he was like an old lion king. After his territory was invaded, his remaining power burst out.

The sword light rolled, and Huan Biao cut a rebel general who took advantage of the situation into two halves with one sword. Blood splattered, Huan Biao's face was full of murderous intent, his eyes were red, and his evil intentions were deep.

"Sir, do you dare to take the head of my neck?"

With the power of a sword, the rebels did not dare to advance. However, they heard a long roar, Di Sheng held the sword and shouted loudly.

"What's the point!"

Then, Jiang Zhou, Fang Pei and others went up one after another. The lion's power was still there, but how could the wolves let go of the delicious meal they received?

Huan Biao's sword force was still there, but at this time there was still no decline, but the scars on his body gradually increased.

Compared with the crowd, Huan Biao's cultivation was far superior to the generals on the field, but he lost at the age. The rebel generals were like wolves fighting against tigers. After a series of successive moves, Huan Biao could support it, but he could not support it at this time.

The long sword urged him to break it, and Huan Biao swung Di Sheng's fatal knife, and Di Sheng's long sword made of stainless steel picked up from the ground was also broken.

"Old guy, you are really amazing!"

Di Sheng took two steps back, looked at the broken knife in his hand, and cursed with hatred.

"Boy, do you think I've been scrambling to fight over the past few decades?"

Huan Biao was resisting the attack of Jiang Zhou and others, and said this from time to time.

"Okay! I think how long can you last?"

Di Sheng picked up another knife from the ground, held it in his hand, and rushed into the battle group.

Among these rebel generals, only Di Sheng could compete with Huan Biao. He was trapped in a siege, but he became more and more brave as he fought, but he was unable to hold on.

The siege was surrounded on all sides, and the swords and guns were as rapid as rain. Huan Biao didn't know who had the weapons in his hand pierced his shoulders.

Although this injury was not fatal, it greatly weakened his combat power. Then, the second and third...

The blood blurred his eyes. In the end, Huan Biao could no longer tell who was who. He was just instinctively fighting back, relying on experience and feeling.

But suddenly, Huan Biao seemed to feel everything disappeared.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of soldiers hitting, the sound of resistance from the soldiers around them, and the bloodthirsty murderous intent that did not disappear from beginning to end.

Everything was quiet, and on this summer morning, in the slightly cool and broken camp, it seemed that everything had disappeared around Huan Biao.

The mountain wind blew on the face, inhaling it into the lungs with chills, and the pungent smell of blood never went away for a long time.

Huan Biao tried hard to open his eyes, but he didn't understand what could make the ferocious beasts lie dormant.

But the four-wheeled car was slowly coming, and the man on the seat had a feather fan and a scarf. The clothes that were not stained with blood and white as snow seemed to be the biggest irony to the battlefield.

"Prime Minister!"

Whether it was the surrounding Shu army or the rebel generals, they put away their wings, cut off their edges and corners, and did not dare to show any murderous intent. On this rebel general, there was no terrifying force when they surrounded and killed Huan Biao just now, and some of them were just obedient.

"Yang Xian!" Huan Biao suddenly laughed, hoarse and shrill, "It's worthy of being Yang You'an's grandson. You look really like him. That annoying face is just as disgusting!"

At this moment, the crowd was in vain, and only Huan Biao stood proudly in the middle of the battlefield, holding a knife.

Yang Xian didn't say anything, but there was a sound of horse hooves beside him. Qin Feng was wearing armor and rode a Xiliang horse to the next to the four-wheeler, like a god of killing, with a long spear in his hand strung with a human head.

"Lord, I have taken down General Liang Sun Hu's head, but unfortunately he was run away by that boy Huan Yu."

Qin Feng swung casually, and the man rolled down and came to Huan Biao. Looking at the blurry face, Huan Biao covered his chest and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Sun Hu followed him for many years and was a general under his command. He was highly valued. Now, looking at his empty and lost eyes, Huan Biao's heart was about to break.

Huan Biao raised his head and looked at Yang Xian, with hatred eyes in his eyes.

"You little boy Yang Xian, you are really cruel!"

With a wild shout, there was a sound of attack and killing outside the camp. It was originally a surprise attack by a Liang army by a rebel and Shu army, and its formation was scattered.

The Liang army was very fierce in offensive, and the vanguard advanced step by step. Soon, less than fifty feet away from here, and Huan Zilu's shouting suddenly sounded.

"Uncle, go quickly!"

Qin Feng was about to stop him, and both Shu generals and rebel generals of the Liang army were ready to move.

But Yang Xian waved the feather fan in his hand, and the generals calmed down.

"Huan Wu has been circulating in the Central Plains for so many years, and has only saved up a total of 50,000 heavily armored infantry capital. In this battle just now, the last three branches that followed you into Shu were also broken here. More than 200,000 Liang troops were damaged in your hands, and Huan Yu's whereabouts were unknown at this time, and the Liang army was defeated. Huan Biao, as a general of the Liang army, do you still have the face to meet Huan Wu again, the Huan family members, and the soldiers?"

Then Yang Xian said something, and the vitality that had surged on Huan Biao's face was instantly annihilated. Huan Biao's face was full of silence. He roared, held the long sword in his hand, and turned towards Yang Xian.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Breaking the seventh stage of the formation!

There are seven turns in a row, no god or ghost can be regarded as a god or ghost.

Huan Biao swears to kill Yang Xian, urging his blood and energy. Before the sword power is finished, his vitality is gone, and he vows to kill Yang Xian here.

Yang Xian did not hide or avoid, but a group of rebel generals beside him walked out quickly.

They held various weapons in their hands, and when the sword light seemed to be on the air before it was released, they attacked Huan Biao.

But when a group of wolves were fighting against the tiger, the old tiger king finally fell on the attack of a group of wild beasts, with swords, guns, swords and halberds inserted into his body, and his unsold sword force was blocked.
Chapter completed!