After hearing this, Ma Fan was shocked and said to himself: "Their true energy has golden light of merit, but not mine. It sounds like the Yellow Turban Army is all good people. They do good deeds and live Lei Feng, but I have become one of the few evil people in the Yellow Turban Army. It seems that the Yellow Turban Army's generals are not that bad! However, logically speaking, the cheap father who has never met before is Dafang Qu, and he should not be weaker than those who fight in the distance. If such a person is to be taken by the court, he can't even escape. This shows that the strength of the Han court is so strong. There are so many Qu Commanders in the Yellow Turban Army, and there are not few masters of the Han Dynasty. Now I am really weak, and low-key is the king. Although I don't know why I have not yet shown my momentum, it is the best not to attract attention."

When he thought that it was a good thing that his anger had not yet become strong, Ma Fan, who was in a good mood, suddenly sighed: "Uncle Niu, you are really knowledgeable and know everything. It is enough to become Qu Shuaidao with such insight."

Niu Shundao: "Where are these things? Many people in Taipingdao know about these things. I can't even rank in terms of knowledge and cultivation. Coach Qu dares not think about it. Coach Shao Qu is about to enter the range of the momentum of their battles. Don't talk, be careful to follow me."

After hearing this, Ma Fan did not dare to speak out immediately. He followed Niu Shun carefully. He felt a faint pressure before taking a few steps. As he walked ahead, Ma Fan felt that the pressure around him became stronger and more difficult. Every step he took was a little harder. Ma Fan knew that he was getting closer and closer to the center of the battle. Ma Fan thought to himself: "I just came here and it was difficult to move forward. It would be even more difficult to move forward. The personnel on both sides of the battle may be able to crush him with one finger. This time it was really miserable."

Thinking of this, I kept praying in my heart: "Buddha bless, the Supreme Lord bless, the Jade Emperor bless, God bless me to see such a master fighting at close range, so I said that. I hope you must make at least one of the two sides of the war who is Taipingdao! And if you want to win, I will be miserable. If you sacrifice your life for curiosity, it will be really not worth it."

While praying, Ma Fan retreated and was about to say he would retreat to Niu Shun. Unexpectedly, Niu Shun, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, his face was solemn, he lifted the bow in his hand, took an arrow from behind and aimed at the front. Only then did Ma Fan realize that he had reached the edge of the dirt road below, and could see the situation on the road below, and it was impossible to withdraw at this moment.

When Ma Fan looked at the scene, he saw a lot of figures. In fact, there were hundreds of people, but only two people could exert such strong momentum. Niu Ershang also took out his bows and arrows, then aimed at the bottom, and one even shot an arrow.

When the arrow flew towards a Han general below, a soldier in the middle of the battlefield suddenly shouted loudly: "There are ambushes around!"

"What are you panic? Just a few small characters!" A middle-aged general shouted loudly, and grabbed a fatal arrow shot by a friend of Ma Fan beside him in his hand. Then he swung it, and the feather arrow rushed towards the bull in the forest like lightning. It was so sad that it was a little faster than when it was shot out.

A muffled sound!

It was like a sharp metal thorn piercing into dozens of wet paper stacked together. The feather arrow shot into a big tree in front, and then shot through the big tree that needed to be hugged by the two. The remaining power did not diminish and attacked the man. Then the feather arrow flew out with the man, breaking several big trees again before stopping. At this moment, the man had been knocked into a pile of meat paste and could not die again.

Seeing this scene, Ma Fan was shocked. The moment the arrow flew over him just now, although he flew towards the people around him, Ma Fan's hair stood up, and it felt like he was shooting at himself. The strong wind brought by the powerful force on the arrow shocked Ma Fan. Ma Fan had never felt that death was so close to him. It was already shocking to catch such a high-speed arrow, but the arrow thrown out was even more shocking. Ma Fan was sad for his weakness again and thought to himself: "What is this? Are there such awesomeness in the Three Kingdoms? Any general is so powerful, and then Lu Bu is not going to go against the will of heaven."

Several people around Ma Fan were trembling. They were farmers. Although they had seen dead people after following Ma Yuanyi, they would not have seen any dead people today. However, in today's scene, their arrows had no effect on the enemies in front, but the enemies in front could always take their lives. Who could stand such a battle? So these people collapsed and didn't even have the strength to draw the bow.

I don't know if it was too scared and had hallucinations. Ma Fan felt that he could clearly see the general's appearance. He was a handsome young man with a beard but still young. He only heard the general shout, "Did you see it? There is nothing scary, just some small characters, all of whom are shooting me in that direction."

The roars of dozens of soldiers rang out quickly, and in an instant, countless arrows like rain shot towards the depths of the dense forest carried by Ma Fan and others. They whizzed, and instantly made the whistling wind disappear without a trace, which seemed particularly terrifying. Ma Fan pressed his head against the ground, buried it in the soil, and kept praying in his heart.

However, Ma Fan did not hear any screams around him, nor did he feel severe pain. Instead, he heard a voice faintly saying: "Leave it for me!"

Ma Fan couldn't control his curiosity, so he raised his head and looked down. He saw hundreds of feathered arrows floating outside the dense forest in the sky. Then a middle-aged man wearing yellow turbans drew a strange gauge in his hand and shouted: "Please come the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier!"

In an instant, the feather arrows suddenly turned into magical weapons wearing golden armor, waving the sword in their hands to kill the soldiers on the field. Ma Fan had heard of sprinkling beans and becoming soldiers, but he didn't expect that he would actually see the feather arrows that could control the enemy today. Ma Fan felt that everything was overturned today. The Three Kingdoms are no longer the Three Kingdoms in his mind. These people are all too awesome.

Seeing the soldiers around him being constantly being slashed by the golden armored divine weapons, middle-aged man suddenly said angrily: "Demon, be bold, die for me."
Chapter completed!