There was a brief silence in the center of the battlefield.
Everyone who saw Zhang Fei fighting with Xiang Ji was stunned.
Who is Zhang Fei?
Dozens of large and small battles against the Yellow Turbans have already established a great reputation among the official army and the Yellow Turban Army.
But now this unknown yellow turban young man actually slashed away Zhang Fei's menacing snake spear with his sword even though one arm was seriously injured.
You know, Zhang Fei was riding a war horse, and with such a strong impact, he was actually deflected by an unprepared man on foot with a sword.
How much power can this be achieved?
The two fighting men were even more confused.
Unknown to others, Zhang Fei really felt the terrifying power of Xiang Ji's blow.
You know, Zhang Fei is known as the enemy of ten thousand people. He has never encountered anyone more powerful than himself since he was a child.
But with just that blow, Zhang Fei felt his mouth go numb.
This clearly surpasses him in strength.
On the other hand, Xiang Ji was so surprised that he almost jumped up.
Although Xiang Ji didn't know it clearly, the person he was hostile to was Zhang Fei, who was powerful in the Three Kingdoms.
But just from the previous fight, Xiang Ji knew clearly that he was definitely no match for that black-faced man.
But I never thought that I could block its blow with just a wave of my hand.
Moreover, Xiang Ji also felt that a steady stream of power was growing crazily in his body.
The machete, which felt a little heavy before, now feels as light as nothing in the hand.
Is it you? Xiang Yu, it’s you! It must be you, right!?
There is no other possibility. It must be that the memory of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, suddenly emerged just now, and I inherited his power.
So? Now I am both Xiang Ji and Xiang Yu!?
"Black-faced man, your Grandpa Xiang was just distracted and was attacked by you just now.
Now, it’s time for you to have a taste of Grandpa Xiang’s methods.”
Knowing that he had obtained Xiang Yu's power, Xiang Ji no longer felt any timidity. What remained was boundless fighting spirit and arrogance.
After all, no matter who the black-faced man opposite is, can he be stronger than Xiang Yu?
Now Xiang Yu is my Xiang Ji. So in this vast world, where can I not go? Who can I not defeat?
Seeing Xiang Ji calling for formation, Zhang Fei was also aroused to fight.
"Wow, this is delicious enough. Let me, Grandpa Zhang, give it a try and see what tricks you have, little brat."
After saying that, Zhang Fei once again mounted his horse to kill Xiang Ji.
The center of the battlefield has been completely cleared, and soldiers from both sides of the war have returned to their own military formations and started cheering for their own generals.
Looking at the two sides engaged in a duel, Liu Bei's eyes suddenly brightened up as he was still calm at first.
What a brave young general!
Liu Bei knew Zhang Fei's martial arts skills very well, but now that the young Yellow Turban general who had been injured for a long time could actually compete with Zhang Fei, Liu Bei's love for talents suddenly began to overflow.
You know, Zhang Fei was riding a war horse and the yellow scarf general was only fighting on foot.
If the Yellow Turban boy was not injured...Liu Bei would not dare to think about it.
Damn it!
If he wasn't injured, how could this black-faced man be my opponent?
Fighting Zhang Fei again, Xiang Ji had noticed that Zhang Fei's strength was not as good as his own, but he was better because he had a mount and longer weapons.
At the same time, Xiang Ji vaguely felt that every time Zhang Fei made a move, there was a plan. I guess this is the so-called martial arts of a warrior, right?
On the contrary, Xiang Ji himself has no martial arts skills at all, relying entirely on his brute force and the ruthlessness he once had when he was mixed up in society.
But even so, Xiang Ji had the upper hand in the fight with Zhang Fei. After all, it was not a lie to defeat ten guilds with one force.
If Zhang Fei hadn't been physically slowed down by his injuries, I'm afraid Zhang Fei would have been chopped off his horse by Xiang Ji.
At the same time, Zhang Fei, who was fighting Xiang Ji, became more and more frightened as the fight continued.
Is this still a human being? How can he still unleash such brute force after being so seriously injured?
After several clashes of weapons, Zhang Fei felt like he was shaken and lost consciousness.
When he lowered his head, he saw that the tiger's mouth had been cracked open, and blood slowly flowed down the tiger's mouth onto the snake spear.
"Wow! Eat my spear!"
Seeing the blood stains from the tiger's mouth, Zhang Fei went crazy. How could Zhang Yide, a dignified Yan man, be no match for a mere unknown general from the Yellow Turban Army?
"Well done!"
Seeing Zhang Fei raising his spear to stab, Xiang Ji immediately swung his knife and slashed at the tip of the spear.
"when!"
The two weapons met again, and Xiang Ji was shaken by the force of the counterattack and took a few steps back.
But Zhang Fei was even more unbearable. After this encounter, the tiger's mouth completely exploded, and the eight-foot-long snake spear was directly chopped away by Xiang Ji.
"Third brother!"
Seeing that Zhang Fei was defeated, Liu Bei was shocked.
"Second brother, hurry up and support third brother!"
After saying that, Liu Bei had already rushed towards the center of the battlefield.
What kind of fighting general? What kind of 1V1? Just stay aside and fight.
You must know that Liu Bei had just started his career at this time. If he defeated Zhang Fei in the final battle against the Yellow Turbans, Liu Bei would really cry and faint in the toilet.
The concave-looking Guan Yu on the side was also shocked when he saw Zhang Fei's defeat.
You know, Zhang Fei's martial arts skills are on par with him.
But I never thought that facing an unknown young yellow scarf general, even his weapons would be knocked away.
After hearing Liu Bei's shouting, Guan Yu no longer thought about making a concave appearance, so he had better save people quickly.
On the other hand, the morale of the Yellow Turban Army, which was originally killed by the officers and soldiers, was greatly reduced, but now such a strong man appeared like a divine soldier from heaven.
When they saw Xiang Ji knocking Zhang Fei's weapon away, the Yellow Turban Army, whose morale was at its lowest point, shouted desperately, as if they wanted to vent all the resentment accumulated in their hearts.
Looking at the morale-boosted Yellow Turban Army, Huangfu Song frowned.
Unexpectedly, the Yellow Turban Army is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and they can encounter such unparalleled generals in this final battle.
I just hope that Liu, Guan, and Zhang can work together to take it down, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with the morale-boosted Yellow Turban Army.
In ancient times, when two armies were fighting, the most important thing was morale.
And it is because of morale that there is a saying that one general has the courage of three armies, and that is why there is a saying of fighting generals.
When Xiang Ji saw Zhang Fei's weapon knocked away by him, he immediately became energetic.
Previously, I had been subjected to this black-faced man riding a war horse, relying on the difference in the length of his weapons to suppress him. He had seized the opportunity to confront this guy head-on in several counterattacks. Now that this black-faced man has no weapons, is he still a lamb to be slaughtered?
Moreover, Xiang Ji has also been jealous of this black-faced man's horse riding on his crotch for a long time.
Mud, it’s really inconvenient to fight without a mount.
At the very least, he was firmly suppressed in height by those with mounts.
"You black-faced man, go to hell!"
After saying that, Xiang Ji jumped up into the air and chopped off Zhang Fei's head.