Zhao Hui and Lu Bu are the Jicheng that came out of Chenshi.

At this moment, the scorching sun is in the sky, and it is already noon.

Unconsciously, Zhao Hui and Lu Bu have been fighting for an hour.

One hundred and fifty rounds, Lu Bu failed to defeat Zhao Hui, and Zhao Hui also failed to win.

But under the scorching sun, Zhao Hui's body was sweating like a spring, and the hair in the helmet was already wet, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his cheeks.

And Lu Bu is no better.

It's been a long time since he's fought like this.

Although they were already sweating profusely, and their breathing became heavy, the two still had no intention of stopping.

Life and death, whether it is Zhao Hui or Lu Bu, have been put aside by them at this moment.

They just want to fight, they want to fight all the strength of their bodies.

This is already a battle that has nothing to do with life and death, and has nothing to do with interests.

Whether it was Zhao Hui or Lu Bu, their bodies were enjoying this feeling.

Sonorous!

The sound of gold and iron makes their pores expand.

The trembling of their muscles made their blood boil all over their bodies.

If there were such battles every day, why did Lu Bu need a Diao Chan.

Everyone in the world thought that he killed Dong Zhuo because he fell for Wang Yun's beauty scheme.

But who knows what he really wants.

Compared with Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, Lu Bu has only a handful of women in his life, and there is only one woman.

Fang Tian painted a halberd or a thorn or a split or pick.

In Lu Bu's hands, sometimes flexible, sometimes fierce. Transition effortlessly, without a hint of stiffness.

Zhang Liao, Gao Shun and others were all concentrated.

They have also forgotten to sigh at Zhao Hui's strength.

The benefits of being able to see such a battle speak for themselves.

Technology is not something that can be learned by looking at it.

But Zhao Hui and Lu Bu's spirit at the moment, they can clearly feel it.

Your own strength is important, but your spirit in battle is also very important, which is enough to affect the outcome of the battle.

In the use of spirit and spirit, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei are also outstanding, and they are not inferior to Lu Bu.

Especially Guan Yu, after removing his own hard power, he simply competed in momentum, even if it was Lu Bu, he was a little worse than him.

Zhang Liao Gaoshun, as long as they can learn a little, their prestige on the battlefield will be increased by one or two percent, which is definitely not a big problem.

Many generals, their strength is not much stronger than those elite soldiers.

However, on the battlefield, the number of enemies they killed far exceeded those elite soldiers.

It depends on the spirit of their body. An enemy of the same strength, under the intimidation of these generals, could not exert their true strength at all, and then they were easily killed.

The battle continues.

It's like two gods of war.

Unstoppable, only victory.

No matter who it is, they will not back down.

Within a radius of twenty zhang where the two fought, the ground was criss-crossed by ravines, some of which were cut by Mo Dao, and some were smashed out by Fang Tian's painting halberd.

The hard earth, under the arms of the two, is like a piece of paper.

Eight horses' hooves, sometimes hurried, sometimes sluggish, but the dust around the two of them flew higher and higher.

Xu Shu looked at Zhao Hui in the dust, and his dry eyes didn't blink.

And the feather fan in Guo Jia's hand shook again.

Dian Wei's fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

A faint momentum appeared on Zhang Liao's body.

He seemed to see himself, and he took eight hundred warriors with him and charged at an army of 100,000.

Bang!

After Fang Tian's painting halberd collided with the Mo knife, a twist, and the crescent blade instantly sliced through Zhao Hui's helmet.

The helmet fell to the ground, and Zhao Hui's black hair spread out. The Mo knife was extremely fast, and before Lu Bu Fangtian's halberd could be withdrawn, it instantly appeared on Lu Bu's chest.

Lu Bu held the halberd in both hands, shrank back, and narrowly blocked the Mo knife.

But Mo Dao rubbed the halberd, with a string of sparks, and slashed to Lu Bu's shoulder, and a piece of shoulder armor was slashed off.

"My lord." Xu Shu shouted.

Dian Wei rode the black whirlwind and rushed over.

Zhang Liao was only half a beat slower than Dian Wei, and he also rushed towards Lu Bu.

The battle intent on Zhao Hui and Lu Bu receded like a tide, and the two slowly distanced themselves.

The sweat on his body quickly became cold, and the inner armor was attached to his body, which was very uncomfortable, and it also made Zhao Hui's consciousness sober up.

Looking at the cracked helmet on the ground, just a little bit closer, Zhao Hui's head was about to be cut open.

Lu Bu was also a little closer, and was cut into two pieces by Zhao Hui.

In the past two years, training with Zhao Yundianwei, the three of them are improving, no one else is making comparisons, Zhao Hui has no bottom on how much he has improved in terms of his strength.

Before the war, Zhao Hui thought that it would be good to be able to fight with Lu Bu for more than a hundred rounds.

And at this moment, looking at Lu Bu's shoulder armor that fell to the ground, Zhao Hui realized that the gap between him and Lu Bu was already very small.

Of course, if you do it again, Zhao Hui may not have such a performance.

This time, Zhao Hui can be regarded as extraordinary.

Not every time, you can get into this state of fighting.

If Zhao Hui hadn't been distracted, if Zhao Hui had even the slightest distraction, and there was a trace of fear in his heart, he would have been defeated by Lu Bu a long time ago.

When facing Lu Bu, he only put aside all distractions and was fearless, and the instinct to fight was left in his heart.

If he did it again, Zhao Hui was confident that he would be able to fight Lu Bu for two hundred rounds, but he was not confident that he would be able to cut off a shoulder armor from Lu Bu.

"Hahaha, Brother China, amazing. This battle was really enjoyable. Lu Bu threw Fang Tian's halberd to Song Xian and came to Zhao Hui.

"The former general's strength is really strong." Zhao Hui said.

Neither of them cared much about almost being killed just now.

Zhao Hui didn't care that he had already prepared in his heart, and it was impossible to fight Lu Bu without danger.

Lu Bu didn't care, because even if he really killed Zhao Hui just now, what could he do?

He himself was almost killed by Zhao Hui.

Although over the years, Lu Bu has rarely encountered a life-and-death crisis.

But before the age of twenty, Lu Bu would be injured almost every day, and life and death had long been downplayed.

Zhao Hui and Lu Bu laughed and returned to Jicheng.

In this battle, Zhao Hui gained a lot.

If the time goes back to the morning, Zhao Hui will still choose to fight with Lu Bu.

Moreover, although it was dangerous this time, Zhao Hui was not injured.

After returning to the city, Zhao Hui immediately let him prepare the meal.

I didn't feel it when I just fought, but now that I stopped, Zhao Hui felt that he could eat a whole cow.

When preparing food in the kitchen, Zhao Hui also took off his armor, took a quick shower, and changed into dry clothes.

Lu Bu also returned to the post house, and after changing his clothes, he came to the governor's mansion again.

"Former general, please take a seat." Zhao Hui said.

"Today's war is very happy, if China doesn't dislike me, call me big brother. Don't shout anything about the former general. Lu Bu said after sitting down.

"Big brother." Zhao Hui raised his glass and shouted.

"Haha, Brother Xian." Lu Bu laughed and drank three cups in a row.

Zhao Hui still doesn't quite understand what Lu Bu's plans are.

(End of chapter)