However, it was a dead end and Yan Yan's army was divided into two parts. Some of them had been eliminated, leaving only one or two thousand commanders of Yan Yan, who were still fighting tenaciously.

Yan Yan's eyes were not shaken in half, and his body was covered with blood. Although he had exhausted his strength, it seemed that there was infinite power rising in his heart, constantly supporting him to continue fighting.

He didn't know how many people he killed, nor did he know how long he could kill, but he only had one word in his mind.

Let's fight happily and bloom all the light of my Yan Yan.

Half an hour later, the soldiers around Yan Yan had been killed and injured. Yan Yan was already in a state of madness, with arrows inserted into the scarlet iron armor. Although the armor was not completely broken, the arrow was slightly inserted into his body, causing abnormal pain.

The more painful it hurts, the more crazy it becomes.

Until a familiar scream rang out.

"ah!!!!"

Yan Yan's heartbeat, suddenly turned his head and looked, his eyes suddenly red. His nephew Yan Ning was stabbed to death by a soldier in the camp on the spot, and then he rushed forward and stopped moving.

Yan Yan woke up and looked back at the soldiers on both sides. In addition to the injured, there were only forty or fifty people left.

Yan Yan did not hesitate and was about to fight again with his sword. At this moment, the road ahead was aside. Two riders rode their horses.

A man was handsome and strong, wearing iron armor, with a red cloak on his back, and was waiting for the dark horse in Liangzhou under him, with four hooves white. After stopping, he made a thunderous cry, and he was very handsome in his eyes.

One person was wearing iron armor, without a cloak, and two crescent halberds were inserted behind his waist. He was extremely powerful and rare in the world.
Chapter completed!