Chapter 20

Zhou Wen's head fell to the ground, and blood spurted out from his neck. After a while, the headless corpse fell to the ground. All the supervisors around him were frightened and did not dare to approach Liu Ye within ten steps.

You know Zhou wennai is the commander-in-chief of Zhou Jun's own troops. He is usually conceited and brave, but now he has been beheaded by Liu Ye in three moves and two moves. Who dares to come forward? Liu Ye doesn't say much. He kills Zhou Jun.

"Three days ago, an arrow failed to kill you. You are very lucky. Can you still run today?"

It's raining heavily. Liu Ye holds the long letter in his hand. The rain has washed away the blood on the long letter, but there is still a trace of blood. Although Zhou Jun is wearing iron armour, his head is dishevelled, and his five fingers hold the sword handle. He can't help shaking. He saw the scene of his brother's death just now, and now he is frightened.

"Liu Yuqing I'm a yellow turban commander. I'm a direct disciple of a great virtuous teacher. If you take refuge in me, I'll recommend you as a little commander. If you killed my senior general and my younger brother's hand, I'll let bygones be bygones. "

Liu Ye can't help laughing: "my husband should carry a three foot sword and make a great contribution. You are a thief. I have my life. Do you dare to order me to be a thief?"

After that, Liu Ye's face is awe inspiring, and the long character flies out of his hand. Zhou Jun pulls out his sword to resist it. However, how can he resist it? The strong way from long Shuzhi hits the sword flying and snorts deeply into the flesh and blood. Although Zhou Jun is wearing iron armor, Liu Ye turns his wrist to make a clever move, and the tip of his head turns slightly. This is the exquisite move of Baji gun, which is called "spiral force".

The spiral force penetrates through the body, and immediately penetrates the armor leaf on the iron armor. Then, it passes through Zhou Jun's body without any effort, and passes through Zhou Jun's back. The length of the pole is half of the length. Today, we don't know how many people's blood has been stained. However, the distance between Zhou Jun and Liu Ye is only three steps, and you can even see the thickness of each other's eyebrows.

Click!

Just in the corner, a flash of lightning fell from the dark cloud, bringing light to the land in the melee for a moment. Everyone can't help but look at Liu Ye and Zhou Jun. they can see that Liu Ye's long writing in his hand passes through Zhou Jun's body. Liu Ye's eyes are like electricity, and Zhou Jun's mouth vomits blood. It's clear who wins or loses.

"Marshal, dead?"

In the governor group, a weak voice sounded, and the yellow scarf soldiers in confusion were in a mess.

"The commander is dead!"

"Liu Yuqing is a fierce tiger in the mountains, and his manpower is unmatched."

As the saying goes, the three armies can seize the commander, but the general can not seize the ambition. Liu Ye, however, was so powerful that he first killed Zhou Wen and then killed Zhou Jun. all of a sudden, the elite force of the Yellow turban army suddenly lost its weapons and fled in all directions.

Liu Ye looks at the rain soaked flag in front of him. The ring head knife cuts hard on the flagpole. A huge flag suddenly breaks from it and falls down with a creak. The huge flag just covers Zhou Jun's body.

At this time, someone under his command had already come forward and cut off the heads of Zhou Jun and Zhou Wen, and offered them with both hands. Liu Ye tied two heads to his waist, and the two heads died with their eyes closed, which added a sense of evil spirit to Liu Ye.

At this time, Wude came up to him and said, "brother, what are you doing with these two dead heads?"

Liu Ye smiles: "these two dead heads are used well, which is better than thousands of troops. By the way, although Zhou Jun is dead now, there are tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves. After all, they are not dead. Let's go and destroy the food, grass and siege equipment of the Yellow turban thieves! "

At this time, the Yellow turban bandits fled in all directions. The first to escape, the supervisor corps, had passed the news of Zhou Jun's death to more people. More and more yellow turban thieves fell into chaos and were full of fear of Liu Ye.

"Liu Ye killed Zhou Shuai!"

"Liu Ye, with three heads and six arms, has a green face and fangs. He reaches out and squeezes Zhou Shuai to death!"

"Liu Ye is the descendant of the southern immortal. He wants to fight with the great virtuous master. He grabs the Yellow Fu in his hand to attract Lei FA to kill Zhou Shuai!"

The Yellow turban robbers became more and more mysterious. They described Liu Ye more and more terrifying. Some people used the theme to describe the lightning falling from the sky as the result of Liu Ye's practice. For a moment, although the Yellow turban thieves were not fighting in a melee, they became more chaotic. Everyone was afraid and confused.

Suddenly, someone in the South called out: "Liu Ye is coming!"

There were at least a thousand yellow turban thieves gathered here, but after hearing this, they were frightened and ran away. And a Han army came from the south, especially the first general, who was holding a long head with two heads hanging from his waist. The Yellow turban thief with sharp eyes recognized the true features of the two heads, and was even more frightened.

"That's Zhou Shuai's head, Zhou Shuai's head!" The Yellow turban thieves trampled on each other and pushed each other. The rain made the soil soft. Some people's feet fell into the ground and couldn't pull them out for a while. As a result, they were directly pushed to the ground by the surging crowd. I don't know how many feet stepped on them. They only heard a series of dull sounds drowned in the crowd. Their backs were crushed, and they fell face-to-face in the soil and nose The cavity is full of wet mud, where there is life.

"Grab two men and ask where the supplies and siege equipment are." At the command of Liu Ye, a couple of Rangers rush in front of him. They take the arms of several yellow scarf thieves and bring them to him."Brother Liu, please spare your life."

The yellow scarf thief, who is taken to Liu Ye's front, kneels down in the wet mud with soft legs. He is facing the four eyes of Zhou Jun and Zhou Wen in his waist. All eyes are wide open, especially when it rains on a rainy night.

Liu Ye said in a deep voice, "let me ask you where your grain and equipment are stored. If you take me there, you will be spared your life."

The yellow scarf thief thought that he would die, but he didn't think he had a chance to live. He really asked and answered.

With the Yellow turban thief leading the way, Liu Ye and others easily find the food and grass. At this time, the heavy rain has begun to fall for a while, and the rain is gradually sparse, and there are not a few drops on his shoulder. It just happens that Liu Ye's blood is washed away, but the strong blood gas still exists.

There is a big pile of grain and grass in front of me. Although it rained before, it was also properly stored by the Yellow turban thieves, so it was still dry. However, the wheat straw was piled up like a mountain. You know, this is the grain and grass used by tens of thousands of troops. It's not too much to describe it as a mountain. In addition to the grain and fodder of the yellow, orange and orange, there are dozens of poorly made ladders in other places.

Liu Ye looks at the grain and grass in front of him and waves his hand.

"Burned."

"Burned? This is food

Wu De roared, rather reluctant to give up.