Isn't Dong Fatzi still giving up......

Mu Shan watched Ma Teng's cavalry pass by Dong Zhuo, and the long knife in his hand slashed a spark on Dong Zhuo's body, which shattered, and now it was Dong Zhuo, who was thunderous, instantly backhanded, cutting the man's body into two.

"Dong Zhuo, so far, you just want us to act as pawns, do you think we will fulfill your wish?"

"Before, I was thinking of killing us all, but now there is a more powerful opponent, so I want to make peace with us, such a capricious villain, why should we believe you!"

"Huh......" Mu Shan paid close attention to the every move of the three people in front of him, and when he heard that Bian Zhang and Han Sui refused to unite with Dong Zhuo, his heart was hanging high, and he finally let go.

Fighting spirit, cautiously wandering in the battle of people and horses on all sides, Mu Shan had long been unable to distinguish the direction, and all he could see in his sight was the horses that hurried by, leaving an afterimage, and the swords and guns that shook dizzily.

And when he was lifted from behind and put on the saddle, Mu Shan found that the battlefield was nearing the end, and the army of the imperial court was already dead, and it was difficult to find them on the battlefield. There are not many men and horses left of Bian Zhang and Han Sui, even the strong Dong Zhuo army is divided and surrounded by the army brought by Ma Teng at this moment, and gradually cannibalized.

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, how to be a person who does great things! Incompetent people who don't know how to lift, just wait here for death! Ma Teng, do you think you will eat Lao Tzu, as long as you are killed, Lao Tzu will still be the winner of this battle! ”

Mu Shan looked at Dong Zhuo inexplicably and glanced at Bian Zhang and Han Sui with a gloomy face, and the back was hideous, and his eyes rushed towards him with evil eyes.

When he was tired, Mu Shan's mind didn't seem to turn anymore, and after thinking for a long time, he turned around in a trance, looking at the person who put himself in the saddle, the contours of his handsome facial features were very similar to Ma Chao, and the beard under his chin trembled slightly under his smug laughter: "Dong Fatty, you are still so self-conscious, I dare to appear in front of you, I have the confidence to kill you here!" Suffer death! ”

When Ma Teng rode his horse and galloped wildly, Mu Shan was already thrown out of the saddle by him, and was picked up by the cavalry of the Ma family behind him, and then he watched the scuffle between Ma Teng, Dong Zhuo, Bian Zhang and Han Sui blankly.

Although Bian Zhang and Han Sui hated Dong Zhuo to the core, they also wanted to eat meat and drink blood for Ma Teng, who turned his back on the alliance and took advantage of the fisherman. When Dong Zhuo has the upper hand and wants to kill Ma Teng, Bian Zhang Han will turn the knife edge and stop Dong Zhuo; And when Ma Teng had the opportunity to kill Dong Zhuo, the two of them invariably stood up to escort Dong Zhuo.

If Dong Zhuo dies, Ma Teng will definitely eradicate them together, and if Ma Teng is killed, it is even more impossible for Dong Zhuo to keep them in the eyes. If they flee, the soldiers who remain on the battlefield will undoubtedly no longer belong to them, and they will no longer have any face to take root in Xiliang. Now the helpless agitation is just that he still refuses to give up on the future, and still holds on to the last bit of luck, hoping to get a promise from Ma Teng's mouth.

"Bian Zhang, Han Sui, you were also Xiliang heroes, don't you know the current situation? I want to die and live, but in a sentence, whether to surrender to the court and set things right, or continue to die on this battlefield as a traitor, you choose ......"

"Just ants, how can life and death be in your hands!"

Ma Teng was wooing Bian Zhang and Han Sui, but before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a rolling thunder sound in the sky.

The voice...... It's like I've heard it somewhere...... "Mu Shan looked up at the sky, only to see that the twilight was thick, and the sky was full of snowflakes that could never be sprinkled except for the dark red clouds like blood."

"Rumbling ......" inexplicably, Mu Shan seemed to hear the sound of thousands of troops and horses galloping, dense like a drum, constantly beating on the heart, making people's blood involuntarily gallop up.

"There it is!" In the dark, Mu Shan seemed to feel a pair of eyes, looking towards here in the distance of the red clouds. That kind of eyes, as cold as sea water, as dark as late at night, made Mu Shan shiver.

A brilliant light flashing with colorful colors flashed towards this place from behind the distant green mountains. At first glance, it was still a hundred miles away, but after Mu Shan confirmed it clearly, the gorgeous and dazzling light had already rushed into the fierce battle with a blinding brilliance.

Is that...... A horse? And also...... A ...... alone

In a trance, Mu Shan seemed to see a crystal clear, like a war horse made of ice and snow, carrying a member wearing a silver embroidered brocade robe, a lion belt around his waist, a tiger swallowing helmet, his face was like condensed fat, his sword eyebrows were like ink, and his starry eyes were cold and clear.

The complexion and light, like a rainbow, constantly shine from the body of the war horse, making people unable to look directly.

After the glow of neon, Mu Shan only felt that the world in his eyes briefly turned pale, and only after a while, in the sound of men and horses roaring and fearing, he saw countless cavalry like snowflakes on the horizon, fluttering from the air towards both sides of the brilliant light.

"What ......" Dong Zhuo's stunned and frightened voice suddenly sounded, Mu Shan looked at it in panic, but saw a more brilliant and blazing firelight, which continued to erupt on Dong Zhuo's proud body, and a wisp of bright red blood shot out from his body and splashed in the air.

Time, as if it had stopped at this moment, the pupils of Mu Shan's eyes contracted slightly, and he looked at Dong Zhuo's slight wound in disbelief.

Needless to say, even if he has a divine weapon, if he doesn't have enough strength, he may not be able to hurt Dong Zhuo, but what shocked Mu Shan was the general who fell from the sky, and the spear in his hand had already broken at the moment of the fight, which was enough to see that it was just an ordinary spear, but that person could injure Dong Zhuo, who had a giant guard, with an ordinary blade, which was the reason why Dong Zhuo was afraid and Mu Shan was shocked.

The movement in the general's hand did not stop because of this, and the spear, which had lost its head, pierced Bian Zhang, who could not dodge on the side, as a chest piercing his chest, and then lifted his body high into the air.

"Xiliang Ma Chao is here, those who don't accept it will die!"

All of a sudden, the war horse raised its front hooves high, kicked in the air, the horse neighed like a dragon's roar, and the soldiers who were lifted into the air all rumbled to the ground at this time, accompanied by the majestic roar of Ma Chao's arrogance and violence, which made people awe and tremble!

In a vague way, Mu Shan seemed to see a god wearing blue armor with a majestic and cold face, with his arms wide behind his back, his head raised to the sky, and he roared. The majestic sound is like a river and sea bursting the embankment, surging endlessly, and there is a kind of heroism and fighting spirit that is higher than the sky, which is very encouraging and exciting.

The red clouds that meandered in the sky, in the roar like a song, finally slowly collapsed and hidden, and the flying snow in the air disappeared in an instant, only the remnant sun of blood and fire sprinkled from the vast and clean sky, wandering and condensing on the figure of Ma Chao's corpse, like a god of war left over from the ages!

"General Kamuiten, General Kamui Ten......"

The roars around were like a tide, wave after wave, and when Mu Shan came to his senses, in addition to Dong Zhuo's most elite Flying Bear Army, the soldiers around him, regardless of whether they were enemies or me, had already dismounted, his left hand was clasped into his chest, and the swords and guns in his right hand were raised high, facing the afterglow of the sunset on the horizon, like a devout believer, shouting unwillingly.

"Xiliang Horse Super ......" In a corner a thousand steps away from the battlefield, Jia Xu, who was covered in black gas, shouted at the tide without changing his face, and a gentle and bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "From now on, he will replace Dong Zhuo and become the most appealing god of war in Xiliang, and with his current temperament, hehe!" ”

Beside Jia Xu, another figure shrouded in a blood-colored cloak hissed in a hoarse voice and said in a low voice: "Although Zhang Heng's cultivation is low, it is more than enough to collect the battle spirit heroic souls here, why do you come here in person?" ”

"There are too many variables in Xiliang, it is a matter of the survival of the whole family, and negligence must not be overlooked! What's more, the Wudoumi Sect in Hanzhong has just improved, and it is not appropriate to have too much to do with the ghost path, so as not to give people a handle. ”