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    Before the blade even reached, the turbulent force poured out like a wave.

    In an instant, Cao Hong felt a strong sense of oppression coming towards him, making him almost feel as if he was suffocating.

    Cao Hong, who had never fought against Huang Zhong, suddenly realized that the old soldier with white hair and beard in front of him had extraordinary martial arts skills.

    Without thinking too much, the sword had arrived like lightning.

    Cao Hong took a deep breath, poured all his strength into his arms, and raised his sword to block it.

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    Amidst the buzzing sound of hunting, the blade struck, and the huge force like a furious wave poured directly into Cao Hong's body from the weapon.

    Cao Hong's body shook violently, and he felt the surging force slamming into his internal organs, which only caused his blood and energy to surge, and his insides felt like they were about to burst.

    With a sideways glance, Cao Hong was even more horrified to find that a trace of blood instantly flowed out between the fingers holding the knife. In this blow, the tiger's palm was shattered.

    "This old guy's martial arts skills are not inferior to that thief Yan Liang. Could it be that he is the old thief named Huang Zhong"

    When he woke up, it was too late. Huang Zhong's old face was as cold as ice, and his ape arms were stretched out. Before he could see clearly how he changed his moves, the second sword was already like a wheel, slashing horizontally.

    Cao Hong's energy and blood were not yet calmed down. He saw that the first killing move was coming. He knew that his martial arts was inferior to his opponent, but he didn't think too much about life and death.  Being anxious means trying to block it with a vertical sword.

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    Sparks flew everywhere, and there was another metallic buzzing sound.

    Huang Zhong's men were merciless, and he used all his strength with this strike.

    Cao Hong felt a thousand catties of force impacting him, his energy and blood surged like a tide, and he was unable to stand firmly. Nuo Da's body was knocked to the side by the sword.  It actually hit the wall of the city tower hard.

    "This old guy's martial arts skills are actually"

    When Cao Hong was frightened, he felt his insides rolling, and there was a faint sweet taste in his mouth, and blood was already soaking in his mouth.

    Before he was frightened, Huang Zhong's third and fourth sword strikes came one after another like a violent storm.

    "A sword is as fast as a sword, and a sword is as fierce as a sword."  The swords and knives are all killing methods to take human life.

    Cao Hong didn¡¯t even have a chance to think about the trade-off. He could only endure the surge of blood and fight with all his strength.

    Just when Cao Hong was fighting in embarrassment, several city walls along the city had been breached, and hundreds of Yan family athletes were inspired by Huang Zhong's bravery.  They fought bravely up to the city, ruthlessly slashing at the disorganized enemy soldiers with their sabers.

    Cao's army was outnumbered and disorganized. As more and more Yan troops rushed to the city, the previous defensive battle for the city had evolved into a close-quarters hand-to-hand battle. The situation became increasingly unfavorable to Cao's army.

    However.  Cao Hong had nothing to do about it.

    At this time, he could not care about the defeat at the front line of the city wall. He was being forced into a panic by Huang Zhong's extremely ferocious sword.  Overwhelmed.

    Huang Zhong's martial arts is at the top, while Cao Hong's strength is only between first-class and second-class. The difference in realm is huge. If Cao Hong hadn't fought desperately to save his life, how could he have been able to withstand Huang Zhong's ten moves.

    It¡¯s just this gap in strength. Even if Cao Hong fights for his life again, how can he make up for it.

    In the blink of an eye, fifteen moves have passed, and Cao Hong's sword skills are messy and full of flaws.

    Cao Hong wanted to escape, but the city was already engulfed in a melee. Cao Hong's retreat was blocked by the crowd. He had no way to retreat and could only fight to the death.

    With Huang Zhong's martial arts skills, he had the absolute upper hand. As long as he used all his strength to attack a few more moves, Cao Hong's life could be easily killed within a few moves.

    However, Huang Zhong kept Yan Liang's instructions in mind and ordered him to capture this person alive as much as possible if he had a confrontation with Cao Hong so that he could be used later, so he did not kill him.

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    Three knives in a row, the huge force collided, Cao Hong was messy, his body shock, and the knife in his hand was almost unable to hold it.

    Huang Zhong saw the opportunity, let out a low roar, penetrated Cao Hong's defense with the long knife in his hand, and slashed towards Cao Hong's neck with the sound of hunting.

    This knife was already meant to take Cao Hong¡¯s life.

    When Cao Hong was not yet steady, he saw the bright blade of the blade sweeping towards him like a crescent moon.

    A wave of terror swept through his body, and Cao Hong's mind went blank for an instant, leaving only two words: Douda:

    It¡¯s over!

    That face was instantly distorted into a human shape, and the eyes were instinctively closed tightly. All thoughts were lost, and he was killed at the neck.

    A hint of sneer flashed across the corner of Huang Zhong's mouth.

    The blade struck at Cao Hong's neck.When the difference was just a hair's breadth, it suddenly turned into a shot.

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    With a dull sound, the back of Huang Zhong's knife hit Cao Hong's head hard. With this blow, Cao Hong flew backwards and hit the wall with a bang.

    Although Huang Zhong's sword did not kill him, the force inside was so strong that even this blow was enough for Cao Hong to bear.

    Cao Hong's nostrils and mouth spurted out blood instantly. He felt dizzy and fainted without saying a word.

    After knocking Cao Hong unconscious with one strike, Huang Zhong snorted coldly, and continued to attack the remnants of the stubborn enemy with the long knife in his hand like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

    Heads were harvested one by one, and countless bodies of Cao Jun rolled down the city amidst screams.

    The suspension bridge was chopped down, the city gate was opened from the inside, and the Yan family athletes who were waiting outside were like the tide breaking through the embankment, heading towards the city to kill them.

    Losing the command of the general, the city gate was breached again, and the thousands of remaining Cao troops had completely lost their will to resist.

    Escape or surrender, the entire Wuguan defense has completely collapsed.

    Yan Liang, who was watching the battle below the city, could finally stop beating the drum.

    At this time, although he was exhausted and sweating profusely, his mood was extremely energetic.

    Having witnessed Huang Zhong¡¯s beautiful siege battle with his own eyes, it confirmed the correctness of his choice of Huang Zhong as the vanguard of this battle. Huang Zhong was worthy of being the most adept offensive general in his Yan family¡¯s army.

    The shouts of killing gradually subsided, and the fighting in Wuguan was mostly over. The northern and southern cities of Guancheng were both occupied by the Yan family.

    Three thousand Cao troops.  Except for a few hundred people who luckily escaped from Beicheng to Guanzhong, most of the others were killed, and the guards such as Cao Hong and Zhao Yan were all captured by Huang Zhong.

    When night falls, the entire north and south cities of Wuguan are covered with flags with the word "Yan".

    The victorious soldiers swept the battlefield.  Yan Liang then rode his horse into the city slowly.  He entered Wuguan with his head held high.

    The south gate of this pass, which is the heroic pass guarding Nanyang, has finally fallen into the hands of Yan Liang.

    From now on, neither Cao Cao nor other princes will ever think of easily entering Nanyang Pennan from this pass to capture his city and massacre his people.

    When the horse entered Wuguan, Yan Liang's heart was filled with thoughts.  There is actually a sense of relief.

    Riding his horse all the way, Yan Liang arrived at Cao Hong's military mansion.

    When Yan Liang walked into the lobby, he looked around and saw that the hall was full of cups and plates, and the scent of wine was still lingering in the air.

    And in the lobby.  A dozen dancers knelt there in fear, like frightened birds, not daring to utter a breath.

    A sneer appeared at the corner of Yan Liang's lips, "Cao Hong is quite good at enjoying things. He is indeed a rich man with a huge fortune."

    The irony is evident in the words.

    All the generals laughed.  He made no secret of his irony towards Cao Hong.

    And those kneeling dancers were trembling with fear, as if they were trapped in a tiger's mouth.

    Yan Liang glanced at the dancers on the ground, waved his hand and said: "Leave two for me to warm the bed. Share the rest among you, enjoy it, I will treat you as a reward for your hard work in today's battle."

    The generals looked at those beauties, and their eyes had long been closed. They were all overjoyed to hear Yan Liang's gift, and were extremely grateful to Yan Liang.

    A group of tiger and wolf warriors robbed all the dancers and left happily.

    Just when Yan Liang was sitting on the main seat, footsteps sounded outside the hall, but it was Huang Zhong who strode in.

    "The old general is indeed a good offensive general. The battle just now really opened my eyes." Yan Liang was not stingy in his praise of Huang Zhong.

    With a bit of pride on his face, Huang Zhong cupped his hands and said, "If the lord doesn't beat the drum in person to boost morale, how can the general and the soldiers conquer Guancheng in one go?"

    Although Huang Zhong is arrogant, he also knows how not to monopolize his credit.

    Yan Liang laughed loudly at the enemy, and his mood was even better.

    At this time, Huang Zhong waved his hand and shouted: "Bring that Cao Hong up."

    Not long after, several soldiers carried Cao Hong in, who was still sleeping.

    Yan Liang went downstairs and took a look, only to see that half of Cao Hong's face was rotten. He was unconscious and motionless.

    When he saw Cao Hong, Yan Liang couldn't help but sigh secretly, and sneered: "This Cao Hong is really unlucky. He fell into the hands of me twice. Come on, wake him up first."

    The order was given, and several pro-soldiers quickly brought a large bucketHe sneered and "wow" fell on Cao Hong's head.

    Being so stimulated by the cold water, Cao Hong, who was originally unconscious, shook his body, faintly woke up, and slowly opened his eyes.

    Cao Hong, who was unconscious and in a daze, hadn't come back to his senses for a while, looking around with confused eyes.

    Yan Liang squatted down, patted Cao Hong's face with his hand, and sneered: "General Cao, how long has it been? Why don't you recognize me, an old friend?"

    Cao Hong, who was confused, rubbed his eyes and stared at Yan Liang blankly.

    A moment later, when he recognized the nightmarish face, his blank expression was suddenly filled with unprecedented horror.

    With a cry of "ah", Cao Hong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up, as if he had seen a devil, and backed away in fright.

    But just when he jumped up, he was kicked hard by Zhou Cang on the back of his knees. His legs went weak and he knelt down again.

    Cao Hong was about to struggle to get up, but Zhou Cang's tiger palm held his shoulders, and he couldn't get up even with all his strength.

    At this time, Yan Liang had straightened up and stared at the kneeling prisoner with a cold gaze.

    At this time, Cao Hong realized that he had become Yan Liang's prisoner again. The expression of fear and shame on his face rolled like a tide.

    Yan Liang's eyes were like knives, swiping at Cao Hong, and said coldly: "Cao Hong, do you know the crime?" (To be continued)
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