Guan Yu has good martial arts skills, fast horses, and faster swords. .

In the six consecutive formations, he rode alone, using his strong force to destroy the opponent's defense line and kill all directions. Although the attack of the Jizhou Army was as fierce as the attack, Guan Yu's subordinates gradually lost their advantages with the consumption of physical energy until they were suppressed again by the Jizhou Army, Guan Yu was the Dinghai Sword Needle. No matter how bad the situation was, as long as he saw Guan Yu appearing in the formation, he could always arouse the fighting spirit of his subordinates, and he could always defeat the opponent and win.

But he was injured and had more than ten arrows in his body. The arrows were pulled out by him. There was nothing on the armor except the holes shot out by the arrows, but the battle robe was soaked in blood and stuck to his body, which was very uncomfortable.

Compared to humans, his war horses were even worse. Two Wuhuan horses fell in a pool of blood because they were shot too many arrows, leaving him with only the last suitable mount. If the horse was also knocked down by a crossbow, he would have to walk out of the formation next time.

Although he was breathing heavily and the knife in his hand was not so flexible, Guan Yu still felt Zhang approaching. The moment the rapid sound of horse hooves sounded, he knew that there was danger approaching. This was a villain who was secretly watching, and had been waiting for him to reveal his flaws. Guan Yu was not surprised by this. What he was surprised that this man did not shoot arrows in secret, but was overestimating his ability to challenge him.

Guan Yu didn't know who the person was. Even when he heard Zhang's name, he didn't remember who this person was. He didn't know about Tian Yu and Zhao Yun's battle in front of the formation, and even if he knew, he wouldn't pay attention. In his opinion, such a person was not good at character and could never have a glimpse of the true meaning of martial arts.

Guan Yu slightly turned his horse's head and faced Zhang.

It was evening, and the sunset shone from the west, shining on Guan Yu's face, making his heavy date face redder, as red as fire, but his eyes were cold and not at all warm. Zhang Yuanyuan glanced at him, and suddenly felt a sudden stern in his heart. He unconsciously sank the dantian. He yelled again, poured all his strength into his limbs, held the eptuagint tightly, clamped the horse's belly, and accelerated again.

"kill!"

This sound was like thunder, and it exploded in front of Guan Yu, accompanied by the harsh sound of a halberd of a stern. The war horse neighed, jumped up in the air, raised its head and hooves, and pressed towards Guan Yu.

Guan Yu was tall and big. No matter whether his opponent was stepping or riding, he had enough height advantages and psychologically. At this moment, he saw Zhang Lianren and his horse jumping up in the air, half a position higher than him, and fell from the sky with amazing momentum. He was also shocked. If he did not avoid it, even if he could kill Zhang with one knife, he would inevitably be hit by the war horse.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot be compared with a war horse. Even the most ordinary war horse is more than three times his weight. Zhang's mount is a strong horse. With the speed of charge, it is enough to make him knocked away. Even if he is kicked by a horse's hooves, he can't afford to be seriously injured.

But it is not possible to avoid it. There is neither time nor Guan Yu's character.

In the midst of lightning, Guan Yu saw Zhang's weapon. This was not a spear, nor an ordinary Bu-shaped halberd, but an ancient halberd with wide branches and blades. He made a quick decision, raised the Qinglong Yanyue Knife with both hands, placed it horizontally in front of him, stretched his arms outstretched, and pushed it out, and relaxed his legs that clamped the horse's belly.

"Dang!" With a crisp sound, the halberd intersected with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. The halberd blade hangs on the hilt, and the halberd bent due to the lateral force. He spread his arms and almost lost consciousness.

Guan Yu flew up from the horse's back, spread his arms, and flew backwards like a big bird for more than ten steps, landing with a bang. At the moment of landing, his legs bent slightly, transforming from the impact force, and then he pushed the ground with his feet. The battle boots kicked out a shallow pit on the ground. The soles of the boots could not withstand the violent force and made a torn and crisp sound. With this power, Guan Yu rushed forward, like a tiger going down the mountain, like an eagle rushing, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword drew a cold light and slashed towards the door.

"Rat, die!"

Seeing Guan Yu use the hilt to force him, Zhang knew that something was wrong. At this moment, he saw Guan Yu go back and return, and his momentum became even more intense, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. This man was not only strong, but his inner battle was also surging, which was extremely popular. He did not dare to neglect, and used all his strength to swing a halberd and smash it hard.

The swords and halberds intersected again, and the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was hit by a halberd and slashed down against Zhang's left shoulder. With the force of collision, Zhang jumped up from the horse's back, flipped his wrist and retracted the halberd, and the sharp halberd cut to Guan Yu's neck.

Hook kill! This is the original technique of the phlegm. No one has used it now. The general Buying Iron Halberd has no such function at all, but it is the ultimate skill of the phlegm in Zhang's hand.

Guan Yu was regretting his own regret if he had not been exhausted for a long time in combat, Zhang would not be able to crack his Qinglong Yanyue Sword with this subconscious counterattack. He lacked enough power, so Zhang escaped. He wanted to swing his sword and slash Zhang into two pieces, but suddenly he saw a flash of coldness in front of him, and his hair stood up. Without too long to think about it, his body leaned back, almost folded, and his back was pressed against his heel.

The phlegm passed by Guan Yu's nose. In an instant, Guan Yu saw his blood-red face from the snow-bright halberd blade.

A few strands of beards were cut off, dancing in the wind, and slowly falling.

Guan Yu stretched out his hand and caught two broken beards. Blood surged upwards and his eyes turned red. The beard was his pride. He always cared for it, so he specially made a secret bag for this. Unexpectedly, he was cut off by Zhang Yiji today.

"Dare you, rat!" Guan Yu shouted violently, ran away, and waved the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and put his arm on it.

Zhang flew up from the horse's back and just landed on the ground. Before he could stand up, he heard a loud shout behind him, and subconsciously turned around and raised his halberd to fight with Guan Yu. The swords and halberds intersected, making a harsh and crisp sound. In just two breaths, Guan Yu slashed seven swords like a storm. Zhang gritted his teeth and tried his best to stand, taking a step back with each move to eliminate Guan Yu's power. Even so, after the seven moves, his arms were still sore and numb that he couldn't even hold the halberd and hung softly.

"What a lot of strength, so crazy sword technique." Zhang gasped, spitted with bloody saliva, and said with a smirk: "It is my honor to be able to fight with my feet."

"Good martial arts skills, killing you will not be considered as insulting my sword!" Guan Yu was also a little weak, so he seized the time to adjust his breathing and stared at Zhang fiercely. Zhang could actually take over his seven moves, and his martial arts skills were good, which surprised him. "I didn't expect that there were experts like you under Yuan Shao. It's a pity that you are dead today."

Zhang smiled, smiling miserably, but confidently. "Is that right? General Guan, be careful behind you."

Guan Yu was stunned, and then heard the sound of horse hooves rumbling behind him. He turned around and saw hundreds of supravaged soldiers holding cold splatters, galloping wildly, rolling up a torrent, and killing him. Zhou Cang and others stepped forward to intercept them, but they were easily knocked down by war horses like a rotten wood. Several guards' Qudao and shield hands were knocked up and flew up. Zhou Cang was agile, crawling and rolling, and avoiding them dangerously.

Guan Yu complained secretly. Although his newly-trained personal guard songs are good, they are still too young compared to Zhang's Euphorbia, with too little combat experience and vulnerable.
Chapter completed!