Chapter 376 Zhang Family Wing
Seeing that the situation was not good, another Yellow Turban general turned around and tried to escape.

However, would Sun Liu'er let him escape so easily?

Sun Liu'er flashed and caught up with the general. His loyal soldiers entangled the opponent's weapon like a snake and snatched the general's weapon with a strong twist.

Immediately afterwards, a light green energy surged and kicked the general off his horse. The loyal soldiers followed suit and killed the general with one blow.

At this moment, the faces of these Yellow Turban generals turned green. They looked at the two top war gods wreaking havoc in front of them in horror, their hearts filled with despair.

However, Sun Wukong and Sun Liu'er did not stop. They galloped across the battlefield like two whirlwinds, and every time they attacked, someone would fall.

"what!"

A Yellow Turban general let out a shrill scream as his chest was pierced by Sun Wukong's golden cudgel and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Soon after, several more generals fell, and their bodies were placed in various miserable postures on the battlefield, as if telling of the cruelty of the battle.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The remaining Yellow Turban generals had no desire to fight any longer, and they turned their horses around and fled to the rear.

However, Sun Wukong and Sun Liu'er had no intention of letting them go. They chased them like cheetahs, taking a life with every swing of their sticks.

The battle was gradually coming to an end just as it had begun.

These generals of the Yellow Turban Army suffered heavy losses in a short period of time.

However, Sun Wukong and Sun Liu'er became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and their figures moved freely on the battlefield like two lightning bolts.

Looking at the Sun Wukong brothers who were showing their might in the center of the battlefield.

A smile appeared on Meng Zhang's lips. He slowly glanced at each general, as if he wanted to see through their hearts.

"General Zhang, the battle ahead is not going well. What do you think? Are you willing to come forward to help and show our military might?"

Suddenly, his eyes focused on a general wearing black armor.

General Zhang felt a chill in his heart when he was named. He knew that his identity was always embarrassing in the elite Yellow Turban army. Being named by Meng Zhang at this moment was obviously an intentional test by the other party.

"The general will go where he wishes!"

He took a deep breath and clasped his fists.

"Good! General Zhang is indeed brave. Then, please lead your troops to the front to help."

Meng Zhang nodded slightly, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Here"

General Zhang left as soon as he was told, but he was secretly alert in his heart.

As General Zhang came out, deafening drums and shouts rang out in the Yellow Turban Army camp.

General Zhang's name is Zhang Yi, with the courtesy name Yunxiang. He wears a black Kirin armor and looks like a ghost in the night, majestic and mysterious.

He held a long black sword named "Netherworld Sword" in his hand. The sword emitted a faint blue light, as if it could devour all light.

He was riding a black warhorse named "Mofeng", his hooves were stepping on fire and his eyes were as fast as lightning.

The Yellow Turban Army's war drums sounded like thunder, and Zhang Yi led his elite troops into the battlefield like a black torrent.

His eyes were stern as he quickly locked onto the Sun Wukong brothers in the center of the battlefield, especially Sun Liu'er, whose combat power had not yet reached its peak.

"Mo Feng, charge!"

Zhang Yi shouted softly, urging his horse to sprint forward.

Mo Feng neighed loudly, and with the wind blowing on his four hooves, he carried Zhang Yi straight towards Sun Liu'er.

At the same time, the Netherworld Sword in Zhang Yi's hand began to gather eerie energy, and wherever the tip of the sword pointed, even the air seemed to be solidified.

Sun Liu'er was fighting with other enemy generals when he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming towards him.

He glanced to the side and saw Zhang Yi riding his horse and wielding his sword, charging straight at him. "Humph, just in time!"

Sun Liu'er sneered, flashed his body, cleverly got rid of his current opponent, and turned to face Zhang Yi.

Two war horses galloped and crossed each other on the battlefield, and the Netherworld Sword in Zhang Yi's hand, carrying a sharp aura, slashed straight at Sun Liu'er.

Sun Liu'er waved the iron rod in his hand and blocked Zhang Yi's fatal blow at an incredible angle.

"Qiang!"

The sound of metal colliding echoed over the battlefield, and sparks flew.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes. He didn't expect Sun Liu'er's reaction and strength to be so amazing.

But he did not retreat, instead he became more determined to fight.

He urged Mo Feng to charge again, and as the Netherworld Sword danced, the sword light shot towards Sun Liu'er like a streak of silk.

Sun Liu'er was not to be outdone. The iron rod seemed to come alive in his hand and he hit Zhang Yi back at an incredible angle and speed.

The two men have completely different styles of moves. Zhang Yi's swordsmanship is feminine and fierce, while Sun Liu'er's stick skills are extremely fierce.

"Good skill!"

Zhang Yi exclaimed in admiration, and with a flash of his body, he avoided Sun Liu'er's heavy blow with an uncanny skill.

"You're not bad either!"

Sun Liu'er responded with a provocative smile on his face.

The two men fought again, and with the surging energy, their figures moved quickly on the battlefield.

Every time Zhang Yi swung his Netherworld Sword, it brought with it a chilling chill, as if it could freeze everything; while Sun Liu'er's iron stick flew and leaped in the air like a giant dragon, and every time it smashed down, it brought with it the force of thunder.

On the battlefield, sword shadows and stick winds intertwined like a web. Every clash between Zhang Yi and Sun Liu'er caused the surrounding air to vibrate. The soldiers watched nervously, holding their breath, waiting for the outcome of this duel between masters.

However, on this battlefield filled with a murderous atmosphere, different emotions were flowing in front of the Cangzhou Army.

Zhuque stood in front of the Cangzhou army, the flames of the battlefield reflected in his eyes.

At this moment, Suzaku's fingers gently stroked the legendary Suzaku Burning Sky Bow beside her. The red light of the bow blended with the warmth of her fingertips, as if telling an unknown story.

Su Ye's eyes never left the battlefield, but he could feel every subtle movement and every emotional fluctuation of Suzaku.

He tilted his head slightly and caught a glimpse of her fingers holding the Burning Sky Bow tightly. They were trembling slightly, revealing her inner nervousness and anticipation.

"Ling Guang, "On the battlefield, victory and defeat are commonplace. There is no need to be too nervous."

Su Ye called softly, a little helpless.

The opponent just showed up a small character, how could we possibly launch the Suzaku bomb?
This time, when Zhuque makes his first move on the battlefield of Luzhou, he must take away at least a war god above level 107.

The one that comes out now is not worthy.

Upon hearing this, Zhuque was slightly stunned, and then he understood Su Ye's intention.

She took a deep breath, slowly loosened her fingers that were tightly gripping the Burning Sky Bow, and tilted her head slightly.

"I believe you."

Zhuque's voice was low and firm, and her eyes were shining with endless trust and attachment to Su Ye.

Su Ye felt the warmth of the soft little hand in his hand, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He turned to look at Suzaku, a hint of fondness and gratitude flashing in his eyes.

"Just be patient, Lingguang."

Su Ye's voice was deep and powerful, as if it had a magical power that instantly calmed Zhuque down. "The time has not come yet, wait for the right opportunity."

(End of this chapter)