The guard couldn't even scream, and blood splattered everywhere, and he died on the spot, and his body rolled down from the earth slope.

Cui Jun stood behind the guard. Although he tried his best to control himself, his hands and feet were inevitably trembling. Although he was also holding a sword in his hand, it actually had a greater representation than his actual purpose.

If he had regarded death as if he was home, then his father would not have been away from a thousand miles when he suffered a disaster. If he had made all his wisdom, he would not have been just lamenting and gentle in the distance. If he was upright and unrighteous, he would not have been admitted to office after he claimed that he had left the clear stream and retired.

If Cui Jun really fought hard, even Yan Rou might not be able to take Cui Jun. After all, Cui Jun not only brought some guards himself, but also carried some Cao army soldiers who didn't know the truth. There were four or five hundred people in total. If human lives were exchanged for human lives, it might not be impossible to resist or resist!

Chinese people are still very simple. As long as they are really brave enough to go up, the people below will naturally be able to resist.

It's a pity...

After first meeting Cui Jun, after the first team was defeated by Yan Rou, both Cui Jun and the soldiers of the small military academy behind him all spoke their own words and had their own plans, and did not help the scene control. Instead, it aggravated the chaos in the battle group ahead. I could see Yan Rou and his men, like a broken bamboo, killing directly before Cui Jun's guards.

"Cuizhouping! You have today too!"

Yan Rou shouted.

When he remembered that he was in Jinyang, under Cui Jun, he suffered those difficulties and small shoes, and ate those reputations that he had lost because of his muteness who did not understand the rules, and was implicated by Cui Jun's surrender, Yan Rou simply added a temporary force increase BUFF. He was furious and swung his spear and waved it like a strange python.

To be convenient to others is to be convenient to yourself. Unfortunately, Cui Jun, who is in his heart, is the same as the Shandong gentry. He adheres to the refinedism, always stands tall when facing the martial artist who came out of the desert and never takes Yan Rou seriously. Even if Yan Rou's brother Yan Zhi died, Cui Jun did not have any sympathy at all.

Before, he was a boss and a person from the same front, so Yan Rou was not satisfied, so he could only endure it. But now the role change makes Yan Rou suddenly feel that the sky has eyes?

Carrying an angry spear, he smashed the shields piled up by Cui Jun's guards one by one. The heavy impact caused the wooden shield to burst and wood chips to fly.

The shield formation could not withstand it, and it was a little scattered.

Yan Rou's spear flew into the gap exposed by the shield array like a bullet-hitting snake, and bitten it. Often, every time he stabbed, he could bring out a scoop of blood. Cui Jun's guard gradually decreased in such a way.

Cui Jun's guard also tried to stab a spear out of the shield formation, but they were blocked by Yan Rou. Even when Yan Rou got angry, no matter what he caught, he would throw it into the shield formation. Sometimes it was a broken gun or a stone. Seeing that someone fell down in Cui Jun's shield formation, the people around him could not stabilize their bodies, and suddenly a big gap spread out.

Seeing this, Yan Rou was overjoyed and shouted: "Go!"

Behind Yan Rou was the personal guard who followed him all the way to the battlefield. His battlefield experience was naturally many times greater than those under Cui Jun's men. Seeing that the shield array was dispersed, someone rushed on with heavy weapons such as short axes and hammers, crashed into the opponent's array and smashed them.

Cui Jun's guards were naturally all wearing armor. Ordinary swords and guns may not cause much damage to these guys. However, even if the heavy weapons cannot break the armor, their impact will catch Cui Jun's guard off guard. Suddenly, many people were broken bones, and screams of oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

After Cui Jun's guard finally managed to hold on to the front line, Yan Rou, who had slowed down a little breath behind, seized the opportunity to rush forward again, and the spear stirred again. This time, it was like the last straw pressing on a camel. Cui Jun's guard array could no longer be maintained, and it was scattered around and scattered!

『Cui Zhouping! Good luck!』

Yan Rou rushed forward, and the strong smell of blood made Cui Jun almost suffocate.

Cui Jun gritted his teeth and roared, trying to lift the sword and slash Yan Rou. In Cui Jun's imagination, this sword must be powerful and powerful. He could not say that Yan Rou could be cut down in front of him. But in fact, Yan Rou just slightly lifted the spear and directly picked Cui Jun's sword away from his hand and flew away from his hand.

"Shexian! I can help you take Shexian!"

When Yan Rou turned her spear and saw that the blood-stained spear was about to pierce her throat, Cui Jun suddenly felt a move in his heart and shouted.

The spear stopped and the blood foam brought out hit Cui Jun's face.
Chapter completed!