The dark yellow Taoist robe on Zhang Jiao's thin body was stained with blood, but there was a hint of satisfaction and gratitude on his face, as if he had obtained the most precious treasure. Even if his body, which had lost all its vitality, was still as if he still had the pride of a hero, standing upright in place and refused to fall.

"Come on, Meng De. Be careful..."

He carefully helped Cao Cao, who had been knocked away by Zhang Jiao's strike, out of the ruins. After he found that he was only slightly injured, the nervous look on Xiahou Chun's face slowly dissipated - the previous terrifying blow, even his strength would inevitably be seriously injured. Cao Cao, who was far less powerful than him, was even more in danger of his life. Seeing that he was fine, his heart slowly fell to the ground.

After all, we have already vowed to protect Meng De and end this chaotic era together.

"Cough cough, I'm fine, Yuan Rang..." After gently breaking away from Xiahou Chun's support, Cao Cao coughed in embarrassment several times, he gently untied his shoulder porch. There was still a golden silk armor under it, but at this time, it had been deeply printed with a thin palm. The broken golden silk thread reflected like Cao Cao's vision, which made him subconsciously gasp and said with a wry smile: "If Cao had not asked his father for this soft golden silk armor, he would have already hated Zhang Jiao's hand..."

"It's really a lucky person..."

Zheng ~

At this moment, the sound of the sharp blades fighting suddenly exploded, causing Cao Cao and Xiahou Chun to froze. They turned their heads and looked at him suddenly, but they saw the big man with a leopard-eyed head and leopard eyes standing in front of Zhang Jiao's body holding a weapon and glaring at Sun Jian from Jiangdong. The latter was also holding a long sword in his hand, with a gray face.

"What do you want to do? Why should you stop me? If it is not, it is also the Yellow Turban Rebellion!"

Sun Jiandao's wrist kept trembling, shouting loudly at Zhang Fei who was blocking Zhang Jiao's body, and his heroic face was full of rage. Seeing the thunderous energy that began to gradually rise on his body, he obviously had a disagreement and planned to take action directly.

"Hmph! What do you want to do? You should ask you this!" As if you had never seen the tyrannical power on Sun Jian, Zhang Fei also glared at the so-called Jiangdong tiger and shouted angrily: "Do you want to cut off his head and seek credit? Such heroes, even if they die at our hands, should be buried with great funerals. How can you be bullied like this!"

"you..."

"Yide!" Just then, a peaceful voice called Zhang Fei, who was already furious. Liu Bei, who held two swords and had his ears hanging down his shoulders, quickly walked between the two, winked at his brother, bowed to Sun Jian, and said softly: "Brother Sun, the third brother Beizhi is reckless. If there is any offense in his words, please forgive me, but..."

"Although Zhang Jiao is a traitor, there are people's hearts. People's hearts will make mistakes, but they can be forgiven. And he is also a hero in this world. If your brother must insist on doing it, he should block his two swords in front of you!"

As the words were heard, the two swords in his hand rose slightly, and there seemed to be a cold murderous intent rising up like a beast in the forest, making Sun Jian's face look even more ugly. After a snorting angry, he suddenly inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground. During the brief cooperation just now, he knew very well the strength of the three young people. If he was just a young man who used the two swords, he would naturally not be afraid, but if he added the other two...

"..hateful!"

Without caring about Sun Jian's thoughts behind him, Liu Bei slowly walked towards the place where the banner was in the army camp. The dark yellow background color was written in 16 wanton big characters.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the year is in Jiazi, the world is very lucky..." Liu Bei gently recited the words that have been resounding throughout the world in the past year, and a complicated look appeared on his face. After sighing, the long sword in his hand swept across the flagpole.

...The Yellow Turban has dispersed, so Huang Tian’s slogan will be buried with Zhang Jiao! Zhang Jiao, I will prove that the heavens are still alive, and the great man will revive!

Zheng ~

In the crisp sound of metal collision, the sword in Liu Bei's hand was directly knocked away by a huge force. It drew a cold curve in the air and then penetrated straight into the ground. At some point, a dark golden sword had been inserted in front of the Yellow Turban banner and was buzzing continuously. A black shadow fell fiercely next to the sword in the sound of breaking through the air. The cold sound seemed to sound gently with the sticky blood.

"Who dares to touch my Yellow Turban Banner!"

(Thanks to the bottle, the real world monthly ticket, and Muzi<<
Chapter completed!