Under the leadership of Liu Bei, a thousand Youyun Jingqi tried their best to pull under the encirclement of nearly 50,000 Yellow Turbans. However, under the encirclement of nearly 50,000 Yellow Turbans, their activity space became smaller and smaller. Even the Youyun Jingqiqi sometimes had to rush to the formation of the Yellow Turbans in exchange for the space for activity.

Under this situation, the Youyun Spirit Cavalry began to gradually suffer casualties, and from time to time, the Youyun Spirit Cavalry fell under the arrow rain of the Yellow Turban. After all, no matter how fast it was, it would be meaningless without space.

If this continues, at most, the Thousand Youyun Spirit Knights will be forced into a dead end in one quarter of an hour.

On the other side, on a small hill near the battlefield, Guan Yu looked at the situation in the battlefield from afar, holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and exerted force.

Liu Bei ordered him in advance that the Yellow Turban camp would not have a fire. Even if he was in danger, he would not be able to attack. He must wait until Zhang Fei succeeded, and then he would attack while the Yellow Turban camp was in chaos.

However, there is no movement on Zhang Fei's side yet, and Liu Bei is almost in a desperate situation.

Even if it weren't for the complex components of the Yellow Turban Army and the cooperation between them was not so tacit, Liu Bei's Youyun Jingqiu might have been destroyed.

Looking at Liu Bei who was in an increasingly dangerous situation, Guan Yu looked at the direction of the Yellow Turban Camp and had already made up his mind.

Wait for a moment, even if Zhang Fei didn't succeed, even if he tried hard to be scolded by Liu Bei later, he would still kill him and rescue Liu Bei.

However, although Guan Yu had made this preparation in his heart, Zhang Fei still did not give him a chance.

A flash of fire rose from the direction of the Yellow Turban Camp and soon became a prairie fire. The flame directly reflected the red of half of the sky, and could be seen even from a distance.

Looking at the firelight above the Yellow Turban Camp, Guan Yu was excited: "Set out!"

In the Yellow Turban Formation, Liu Bei's Youyun Spirit Knight had been forced into a desperate situation.

Looking at the Youyun Jingqi, who was surrounded in the middle and had to get off the horse and lined up to defend because there was no room for movement, Cheng Yuanzhi walked up and shouted: "You have no way to escape. Surrender. Because of your Liu clan identity, I can spare your life and hand you over to the great wise and good teacher."

Standing in the middle of the protection circle of Youyun Jingqi, Liu Bei looked at Cheng Yuanzhi and said calmly: "Do you really think you won?"

"Otherwise?" Cheng Yuanzhi snorted coldly: "Do you think that the Youyun Jingqin who can't run can still lead you out of the siege of my 50,000 army?"

Liu Bei shook his head: "The traitor is the traitor after all. Do you know that your camp has been defeated by our army, and even the food and grass have been burned down by our army? Without the food and grass, what can you do with your 50,000 army?"

Cheng Yuanzhi was stunned, subconsciously turned around and looked towards the Yellow Turban Camp, and then he saw the fire that soared into the sky in the distance.

Many Yellow Turbans surrounding the Youyun Jingqi heard what Liu Bei said, and then they naturally saw the firelight in the direction of the camp. In a moment, the entire Yellow Turban formation was in chaos.

And things like humans have to be said that once they blindly follow, it is very terrible.

There is a saying that even if you kill 100,000 pigs on the battlefield, it will take a long time to kill them, but examples of 100,000 troops defeated in one battle on the battlefield are common. This fully demonstrates a truth: Once a person blindly follows, he is not even as good as a pig.

There was a riot in the inner circle of the Yellow Turban. Although the outermost Yellow Turban did not hear what Liu Bei said and did not know what happened, as the Yellow Turban in the inner circle appeared, the outermost Yellow Turban began to become chaotic.

By the time Cheng Yuanzhi came to his senses, the Yellow Turbans were already in chaos.

"Don't be messed up! Don't be messed up!"

Cheng Yuanzhi, who came to his senses, quickly wanted to suppress the Yellow Turban riots. However, in this case, if the Yellow Turban, whose quality is not particularly high, could be called a famous general of ancient times.

But it is obvious that Cheng Yuanzhi is not the so-called famous general of ancient times.

What's more, seeing the Yellow Turbans with chaos, Liu Bei just added another fire.

Pulling out the sword at his waist, Liu Bei shouted: "The thief army camp has been broken, and the food and grass have been destroyed. In this battle, the thief army will be defeated. All the soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"

So, after Zhang Fei led the Youyun Jingqi to attack the camp, Liu Bei was even more straightforward and directly took the Youyun Jingqi who had got off the horse to charge against the Yellow Turban.

After all, the Youyun Jingqi is an elite. Even if the Youyun Jingqian has been dismounted, its combat power is stronger than that of ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers. For a moment, the Yellow Turban, which was already in chaos, became even more chaotic, and Cheng Yuanzhi could not suppress it no matter how hard it was.

With a cruel heart, Cheng Yuanzhi decided not to care about the Yellow Turban Army and rushed towards Liu Bei with hundreds of his personal guards.

He had made up his mind that even if the 50,000 troops were left here, he would kill this Liu clan relative.

However, when the Yellow Turban was in chaos, a cavalry had already rushed to the vicinity of the Yellow Turban.

Relying on the speed of the Youyun Spirit riding the world, Guan Yu quickly arrived at the battlefield after the Yellow Turban Camp fired.

Looking at the Yellow Turban Army in front of him, a cold light flashed in Guan Yu's eyes.

The army was so chaotic that the evil aura it gathered could no longer suppress a strong man like him who was in the realm of releasing the qi.

At this moment, Guan Yu saw Cheng Yuanzhi leading his own guards to rush towards Liu Bei.

"Looking for death!" A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a trace of white light like a flowing cloud spread from the Youyun Essence Cavalry behind Guan Yu to Guan Yu. Guan Yu, who received the support of the elite talent of the Youyun Essence Cavalry, instantly soared his speed. The next moment, Guan Yu broke into the formation of the Yellow Turban Army alone.

If in normal times, even a fierce general in the realm of gyro energy released from the outside will attack an army of tens of thousands of people alone, he will be looking for death. However, now the Yellow Turban formation is in chaos and he cannot suppress Guan Yu's gyro energy at all. Guan Yu already has the capital to attack the army alone.

With the support of the elite talent of the Youyun Essence Knight, Guan Yu almost instantly broke through the extremely chaotic formation of the Yellow Turban Army and came not far from Cheng Yuanzhi.

Looking coldly at Cheng Yuanzhi who was killing towards Liu Bei, Guan Yu raised his sword and accumulated momentum. A green light rose from Guan Yu's body. A green dragon spread out from Guan Yu's arm and hovered above the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The next moment, Guan Yu waved his sword and shouted: "The thief will die!"

A sound of a illusory dragon sounded in everyone's ears. The next moment, a long green dragon roared out with Guan Yu's sword. Cheng Yuanzhi subconsciously turned around, and then he saw a huge blue dragon head rushing towards him. The next moment, the dragon passed and his head fell.
Chapter completed!