"Deng Mao!"
Cheng Zhiyuan shouted.
"Canal Marshal!"
A burly man with a yellow scarf on his head and a machete in his hand rode out.
"Go and kill that guy!”Cheng Zhiyuan said.
"This subordinate will obey!"
Deng Mao cupped his hands and rode out.
"To be able to die by my hands, you can be considered to have died in a worthy manner!”
"Die!"
Deng Mao was also extremely arrogant.
He rode his horse and charged aggressively at Zhang Fei with his machete.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
The warhorses galloped.
For a moment.
Everyone's attention was focused on Deng Mao and Zhang Fei.
Zhang Fei held his spear and rode on his horse, stopping in place.
He stared at Deng Mao, who was galloping over on his horse, without moving an inch.
On the city wall.
Fu Meng was so anxious that he quickly said,"Lord Liu Xuan, why isn't your subordinate moving?”
"Don't worry, Lord Fu Meng. They're just Yellow Turban bandits. They're not a match for Yi De at all!”
Liu Xuan consoled with a face full of confidence.
"Yes!"
Before Fu Meng could finish his words, there was already a change on the battlefield.
Deng Mao had already crossed the 100-meter distance and charged in front of Zhang Fei.
Deng Mao's face became even more arrogant and ferocious when he saw Zhang Fei standing still on the spot.
"Remember, the person who killed you is the Yellow Turban Overlord Deng Mao!”
Deng Mao shouted as he waved the machete in his hand.
Carrying the strength of a horse, it slashed down fiercely at Zhang Fei.
Five meters!
Four meters!
Three meters!
Two meters!
The last meter!
Deng Mao's machete was about to land on Zhang Fei's neck.
At this moment!
Zhang Fei suddenly moved.
He suddenly raised his spear and waved it.
With a loud clang, Deng Mao felt a huge force coming from his right hand that was holding the saber.
The machete in his hand fell off.
Before he could react to what had happened, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He slowly lowered his head.
He saw that his chest had been pierced by a snake spear.
One move, instant kill!
After killing Deng Mao with one shot, Zhang Fei glared at Cheng Zhiyuan who was far away.
" How is that possible!?"
Cheng Zhiyuan turned pale with fright when he saw this.
Immediately after.
He started to panic.
He knew Deng Mao's strength.
Deng Mao's martial arts skills were not much different from his.
But now!
He was actually killed by the burly man in the distance in one move.
Cheng Zhiyuan could not help but feel a little relieved.
He was glad that he did not rush up to his death just now.
But immediately!
Endless anger surged into Cheng Zhiyuan's mind.
"Kill! Kill him! All of you! Kill that guy and avenge General Deng!”
Cheng Zhiyuan's face was ferocious and crazy as he shouted.
However, Cheng Zhiyuan was not the only one who was afraid!
The Yellow Turban elite soldiers beside him were also frightened by Zhang Fei's ferocity.
Cheng Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and roared again,""Whoever can take Qi's head, I will reward them with a hundred gold!”
Hearing this reward, the eyes of the five hundred Yellow Turban elites immediately turned red.
"Kill!"
"Kill him!"
“……”
One by one, they screamed at the top of their lungs and charged towards Zhang Fei.
"Humph!"
Zhang Fei was not afraid at all.
"Giddyup!"
He charged forward to meet the 500 Yellow Turban elites who were charging toward him.
"A bunch of motley crew!"
The eighteen feet long Snake Spear in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe.
With each strike, several Yellow Turban soldiers died tragically.
Facing the siege of 500 Yellow Turban soldiers, it was as if he had entered a no-man's land!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Ten!
Twenty!
Fifty!
A hundred!
……
As the Yellow Turban soldiers fell one after another, the remaining Yellow Turban elites immediately panicked.
"Run!"
"So scary!"
"Run!"
The Yellow Turban soldiers abandoned their weapons and armor one by one, wishing that they could grow two more legs. They fled toward the Yellow Turban army behind them in a panic.
Cheng Zhiyuan was the same!
He rode his horse in a panic and fled in the direction of the army.
"You still want to run!"
Seeing this, Zhang Fei shouted,"Zhang Fei from Yan is here. Where can you run?"”
With a roar, he rode on his horse and chased after them.
The two of them chased and fled.
The horse that Zhang Fei was riding on was a horse king gifted to Liu Xuan by the Xianbei people.
Compared to the Ferghana Stallion, it wasn't inferior at all.
The horse that Cheng Zhiyuan was riding was just an ordinary horse. How could it possibly outrun Zhang Fei?
"Quickly save the canal commander!"
"Not good!"
"Hurry!"
The Yellow Turban army had already reacted.
Thousands of people rushed over to Cheng Zhiyuan and finally successfully picked him up.
"Hu…"
Cheng Zhiyuan panted heavily for a few moments before he raised his head and laughed proudly,""I survived, hahahaha, I survived!”
Just as he was feeling smug about having survived the disaster, Zhang Fei had already charged in front of the thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers!
Looking at Cheng Zhiyuan, who was surrounded by layers of Yellow Turban bandits, Zhang Fei's gaze focused and his expression turned ruthless.
"Kill them!"
Zhang Fei shouted angrily.
The power in his body suddenly erupted.
Immediately after.
He threw the eighteen feet long Snake Spear in his hand.
"Not good!"
"Be careful, canal commander!"
A few Yellow Turban soldiers quickly screamed and reminded him.
" What?!"
Cheng Zhiyuan was stunned.
At this moment.
The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard.
"What's that sound?"
Cheng Zhiyuan was confused.
He looked up.
A long spear descended from the sky.
The Snake Spear pierced through his forehead and nailed Cheng Zhiyuan firmly to the ground.
Everyone.
There was silence.
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