"When Cunxiao went out of the mountain, the family teacher ordered Cunxiao to swear to the sky, not to reveal the name of the family teacher, otherwise the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, and please forgive Your Majesty." Li Cunxiao arched his hand, embarrassed.

Since he has such a difficulty, the potter naturally can't be too persecuted, so he can only stop asking.

However, the curiosity in the potter's heart is even stronger.

Looking at the whole world, almost all the indigenous cattle people of the Three Kingdoms have appeared, and as for those cattle people who have been summoned outside the Three Kingdoms, the potters are also well aware of them.

And if you can cultivate a cow like Li Cunxiao, most of them will be better than Li Cunxiao, and such a powerful person, the potter can count with his fingers, and he can't think of anyone else.

"Li Cunxiao's master, who is sacred, really makes me curious......" The potter's thoughts flew, and his eyes fell on the fiery horse led by Li Cunxiao, and he couldn't help but have a flash of light in front of him.

Li Cunxiao saw the potter's eyes, so he led the red rabbit horse, put the reins in the potter's hand, and said: "Although the minister failed to kill Lu Bu and let the four slaves escape, he forced him to abandon the mount. ”

The red rabbit horse, it turned out to be the red rabbit horse!

The potter's eyes were suddenly surprised, and he didn't see how Li Cunxiao pursued Lu Bu, but he only knew that Lu Bu finally escaped.

He didn't expect that although Li Cunxiao didn't catch up with Lu Bu, he took Lu Bu's mount, the divine horse Chitu.

What a surprise.

That's the Red Rabbit Horse, Dong Zhuo's divine horse given to Lu Bu, the first-class sweat and blood horse in the Western Regions, the god is like the wind, and it is by virtue of it that Lu Bu can crisscross the army, come and go freely, even if he is defeated repeatedly, he can escape smoothly.

Unexpectedly, today Lu Bu rushed to the mid-stage martial saint, majestic, but in the end, he ate Li Cunxiao's deflated, not only defeated, but also lost his most beloved mount.

Lu Bu is also embarrassed enough.

"Although he got rid of Lu Bu, he got his red rabbit, and this battle is worth it!" The potter laughed loudly, took the reins, and prepared to ride.

Unexpectedly, when the red rabbit horse saw that the potter wanted to ride it, his emotions immediately became excited, and he struggled and fluttered, with a look of resistance, but he refused to let the potter ride.

The potter tried several times, but he couldn't calm its emotions, and he couldn't help but get angry.

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As soon as the green dragon knife in his hand was raised, the blade was brushed on the neck of the red rabbit horse, and the killing aura in his eagle eyes burst into flames, and he shouted: "Beast, I am the lord of destiny, and it is your blessing to let me ride!" Now you only have two paths, either surrender to me and be driven by me, or you will be hacked to death by me, you choose! ”

The potter is actually threatening a horse.

But he knew that the Red Rabbit Horse was not an ordinary mortal war horse, but a psychic horse, and he would definitely be able to understand his threat.

Sure enough, being threatened by the potter knife like this, the red rabbit, who was originally struggling and fluttering, trembled violently, and immediately quieted down.

Its eyes were very unhappy at first to look at the potter, but it was soon shocked by the potter's absolutely cold imperial eyes, and the eyes gradually became afraid, and finally silently lowered its head, not daring to look at the potter again.

"That's what it sounds like." The potter nodded with satisfaction, and as soon as the Qinglong knife was collected, he turned over and jumped on the horse.

Chitu's body trembled slightly, and there were a few "hissing" sounds in his nose, obviously a little reluctant in his heart.

It's just that it finally surrendered to the imperial authority of the potter, and didn't dare to struggle, so it just stood there obediently and let the potter ride.

At this time, Li Cunxiao's face couldn't help but show a strange color, and he exclaimed: "This red rabbit horse is extremely unruly, the minister just tried to ride it, it refused to do anything, I didn't expect it to be tamed so easily by Your Majesty, it seems that Your Majesty is destined to be its true master." ”

The potter's chest was full of pride, he laughed wildly, and immediately swept the entire battlefield.

As far as the eye can see, under the light of the early morning, the entire battlefield has already been stained with blood, corpses are everywhere, countless Han army flags have been trampled on the ground, and the Han army has suffered countless casualties, almost all of which have been wiped out.

A few hundred steps away, the "Han" imperial flag had begun to turn around, indicating that Liu Bei had given up hope and planned to flee to Pan County in defeat.

In today's battle, although because of Lu Bu's unexpected breakthrough, Lin Chong was broken, Luo Shixin, Lu Zhishen and Yang Zaixing were injured, and even Wu Song also destroyed an arm, which seemed to be quite a loss.

But the pottery merchant also got Li Cunxiao, a god general, scared Lu Bu away, took his beloved war horse, killed the Han army almost completely annihilated, and destroyed Liu Bei's last poor family foundation, and the harvest was far beyond the loss.

Next, what the potter has to do is to catch up with Liu Bei, the lost dog, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and draw a successful end to this battle.

Thinking of this, the fighting spirit in the potter's chest was burning again, the red rabbit horse was reinforced, the green dragon knife in his hand pointed at the defeated "Han" character imperial flag, and shouted proudly: "The warriors of Great Wei, I will drive out the enemy to extermination, do not kill Liu Bei, and swear not to give up!" ”

"If you don't kill Liu Bei, you won't give up!"

"If you don't kill Liu Bei, you won't give up!"

The Great Wei warriors who had not exhausted their killing intent left and right, wielding the blood-stained war knives in their hands, were as excited as beasts, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The potter clamped the horse's belly, the red rabbit horse rushed out like a red hurricane, and the green dragon knife ruthlessly cut out, harvesting the heads of those defeated enemy soldiers.

Li Cunxiao is also a masterpiece of pride, patting the horse and raising the lance, and follows closely.

As a mid-stage martial saint, although the martial arts are incredibly terrifying, they mainly rely on the majesty and density of the true qi, and this true qi is extremely powerful, but after a large amount of consumption, it will take time to reunite, so at this time, the strength is far from being as strong as Fang Cai.

Rao is power of his true qi has decreased, but the realm of the mid-stage martial saint is there, and after repelling Lu Bu, it is enough to be proud of the battlefield, and no one can beat him.

At that moment, Li Cunxiao followed the pottery merchant, protecting the holy car on the one hand, harvesting the heads of the enemy soldiers on the other, killing the gods when he met the gods, and meeting the Buddha.

The remaining 100,000 Great Wei soldiers, led by Yue Fei and other generals who had not lost their combat effectiveness and retreated from the battlefield, followed the imperial banner of the Son of Heaven all the way, surging and crushing the defeated enemy.

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Outside the step, the Han army is in the army.

"How can this be, Yelu Abaoji, why did you abandon me? Heaven, why did you forsake me? The ancestors of the Han Dynasty, why did you abandon me Liu Bei? Why? Why is that? ”

Liu Bei held old tears of grief and indignation, slumped weakly on the horse's back, and asked the sky again and again, his expression was so desperate that he couldn't despair anymore.

Just moments ago, he had a glimmer of hope in his self-delusion, believing that Yelu Abao had the opportunity to keep his promise and strike a fatal blow at the Wei army when his remnants were about to collapse.

Even, when he saw that Lu Bu suddenly showed great might, with the strength of a mid-stage martial saint, he slashed and seriously injured Wei generals one after another, and unstoppably killed the pottery merchant, a trace of luck swelled up in his heart.

He thought that his ancestors had finally appeared at a critical moment and wanted to help him destroy the potters.

As long as he can kill the pottery merchants, the Wei army will collapse, and even if Yelu Abaoji doesn't make a move, he can still settle the situation in one battle.

Unfortunately, a moment later, his hopes were dashed and he was once again mired in endless despair.

Because he was desperate and shocked to see that Lu Bu, who was originally unstoppable, was killed and retreated by an unknown Wei general who was killed halfway, and he was so embarrassed that he had to abandon the Red Rabbit Divine Horse under his crotch.

Lü Bu's defeat also announced the defeat of today's battle.

The 30,000-strong army has been killed and wounded, and the last capital has been reduced to nothing, Liu Bei, who is good at the art of escaping, has the idea of the end for the first time in his life.

"I, Zhuge Liang, is known as Wolong, wiser than Jiang Taigong, I didn't expect that the king I assisted would fall to the point of exhaustion and imminent destruction, Zhuge Kongming, Zhuge Kongming, you are too much of a failure......"

Zhuge Liang was also desperate and extremely lost, looking up to the sky, in his heart, and even his own wisdom was shaken like never before.

Could it be that I, Zhuge Liang, am actually a mediocre talent at all, but I am self-righteous and regard myself as a genius?

Zhuge Liang's mind was surging with this desperate thought.

"Kill Liu Bei—"

"Kill Liu Bei—"

The earth-shattering sound of killing has already struck like a sea of mountains, and the boundless Wei army frenzy is coming towards the location of the Chinese army and Liu Bei.

The sound of "killing Liu Bei" was like thunder, waking Liu Bei up from his despair and grief and self-pity, and fell into the fear of death again.

"Kong Ming, what should I do? What should I do? Liu Bei grabbed Zhuge Liang's hand tightly, and begged for help in a panic, his voice trembling to the point of hoarse choking.

At this moment, Liu Bei's imperial spirit is gone.

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