In front of the Sishui Pass, there were densely packed swords and flags covering the sky and the sun, and the three-pointed two-edged swords were still bleeding. Hua Xiong lowered his head and glanced at the head hanging under the horse's neck, and then at the headless corpse in front of him. The words "Admiral Pan Feng" just passed through his mind. A burst of cold air rushed from the tail bone to the Tianling Gai. According to the plot, the next person to be killed is himself. Guan Yu was reining in his horse in front of the formation, with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword lying in front of him, squinting and looking this way. Hua Xiong clenched the handle of the knife tightly, thinking about whether to turn around and return to the pass. The soldiers nearby had already approached him and asked the governor if he was okay. Before he could speak, someone from the opposite formation was already riding out. Green robes and long beards, red rabbits and horses stepped out of the formation. There was only one thought left in Hua Xiong's mind: It's over, there's no way to dodge this knife. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the three-pointed, two-edged knife. Either way, you'll die, so it's better to give it a try.
