In the midst of this flash, Xiahou Dun looked up at the sky, opened his mouth and spewed out a blood arrow, shooting straight into the sky.

The halberd stretched forward for a while and was finally blocked by two long swords. At this moment, Xiahou Dun had fallen to the sky and barely escaped the disaster of the halberd's tip.

Xiahou Yuan rushed over and hugged his clan brother's body, but he felt a severe pain in his chest. He couldn't help but open his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of hot blood on his clan brother's bloody face.

He endured the severe pain in his chest and looked up, but saw two swords and halberds crossing the air. At the tip of the cold halberd, there was a black pearl with blood dripping on it!

Looking down at the deep sunken right eye socket of the clan brother, Xiahou Yuan was inexplicably sad and angry. He knew that this was the time of life and death. He endured the severe pain in his chest, drove away, hugged Xiahou Dun and ran eastward, all the time he wanted to take back his brother's life from the hands of this terrifying god of killing!

Feng Sha's face was sharp and his eyes were full of anger. Seeing that the culprit who caused chaos in Luoyang and countless people were innocent and lost their lives, the capital of the culprit who had escaped and brought Queen He's son with him. Feng Sha was furious and waved his battle halberd and used the most fierce and fierce move!

The dazzling cold light shot out from the tip of Fangtian Painting Gaulle, like a thunderstorm, flying all over the sky. The blazing fire and bright sunshine could not hide the dazzling light of this move!

An extremely powerful force burst out from Fang Tian's painting halberd and hit the long sword in Cao Hong and Cao Ren's hands. The two were already exhausted in fighting and tried their best to block the shocking halberd. At this time, the oil was almost exhausted. Although they tried their best to block the deadly mad halberd, their hearts knew that today was already his limit!

The deafening sound stirred in all directions. The two long swords flew into the air and landed far away in the fire beside the street. The two heroes of Cao watched the dazzling cold light overwhelmed the sky, and only had time to show a desolate smile on their faces.

In their hearts, they all remembered the passionate and heroic time when they followed their clan brothers Meng Degong to fight against Dong. Meng Degong patted their shoulders and laughed loudly: "With my two brothers helping each other, great things can be accomplished! It is only easy to kill the traitors and pacify the world!"

The boiling blood seemed to still flow in my heart. The heroic ambitions that day and the beautiful dream that made the world famous throughout the ages were so vulnerable in the face of the fierce attack of General Jianwei of the dynasty!

When Fang Tian's painting halberd was about to stab him, Cao Ren and Cao Hong both wanted to turn around and see where Cao Cao left. Thinking that his brother had fled Luoyang, there was a hint of relief in his desolate smile.

"There can be no Cao Ren and Cao Hong, but there can be no Meng Degong..." This is the last thought in the minds of the two ambitions of the Cao family.

The dull sounded like a storm. The bodies of the two world-class generals flew backwards and fell heavily on the long street. They were covered with blood holes pierced by violent war halberds everywhere. The blood instantly dyed the long street red and flowed towards the sea of ​​fire.

Feng Sha Shuo Ji sighed, looking at the innocent people rushing out of the fire, and a sweet throat, a blood arrow spurted out onto the bodies of the two generals.

Sun Jian urged the horse to run wildly, but it was far less than Fengsha's horse speed. He could only see the last move. He was shocked, knowing that if he was in front of Fengsha, he would end up like Cao Ren and Cao Hong.

Feng Sha heard the sound of hooves in his ears. He knew that it was his own people who were coming, so he pointed at the few people who were screaming and rolling, but couldn't speak.

Sun Jian was stunned, then understood and shouted: "The King of Heaven... The General is kind-hearted and caring about the people of the world. Go and save the people!"

Upon hearing this, the Jiangdong army immediately ran forward, took off their armor, and slapped the fire on the people. Then, under the leadership of Huang Gai and Han Dang, they tried their best to extinguish the fire on the other people's side.

Sun Jian forced Feng Sha to dismount and let him sit on the long street burning with fire. Feng Sha took out the medicine from his arms, swallowed it with his head raised, and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.

The fire was burning beside him, making his face hot. On his firm face with his eyes closed, he was full of compassion for enduring pain.

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Bao Xin, the prime minister of Jibei, ran wildly, as anxious as a dog who was stranded. He fled out of Luoyang City with more than a dozen trusted subordinates.

He never dreamed that the elegant-looking Taifu was so hard-working. None of his most elite personal guards could leave alive when facing Huang Shang. If he hadn't seen the opportunity early, he would have immediately escaped with his confidants when the archer was killed or injured, he would have been afraid that his head would have been in the hand of the hot-working Taifu.

After the initial panic, Bao Xin suddenly stopped his war horse, turned his head, and galloped towards the camp more than ten miles southeast of Luoyang.

The camp was originally a temporary garrison for more than 100,000 troops of the Guandong princes, but most of the soldiers and horses were transferred west of Luoyang by Huang Shang to the west of Luoyang to farm. At this time, there were still 30,000 or 40,000 soldiers in the camp, of which 3,000 were originally Bao Xin's subordinates.

Bao Xin was a hero of a generation. When he was a captain in Luoyang, he dared to use the power of several camps to fight against Dong Zhuo's 100,000 troops. Although he was defeated at this moment, his heroic spirit was not lost. He thought to himself: "I will go to the camp to gather old subordinates and lead the army to enter Luoyang, which may help Yuan Benchu ​​with one arm, join forces with him to kill Liu Sha and Huang Shang, and help King Chenliu ascend the throne!"
Chapter completed!