Whether it is Zhao Hui's Mo knife or the Fang Tian painting halberd in Lu Bu's hand, they are all created by the best craftsmen.

Only the weapon that has been tempered and forged can not break under the constant collision between the two.

Weapons are the top.

War horses are the top.

The armor on the body is also carefully crafted.

In terms of equipment, Zhao Hui and Lu Bu are at the same level.

In terms of strength, Zhao Hui is only a little weaker than Lu Bu.

This trace is empirical, and it is the intuition of cold weapon fighting.

Since he was twelve years old, Lu Bu has been bloody on the battlefield.

And Zhao Hui was eighteen years old when he was in special training. And his training, physical fitness and firearms occupy seventy percent.

Cold weapons can be said to be equal to nothing.

These times are difficult to erase.

But Zhao Huisheng is still young.

Although if calculated according to the year he lived, Zhao Hui is now in his thirties.

But the actual age of his current body is only twenty-five.

Among the many princes, before Sun Ce rose, Zhao Hui was the youngest.

If you wait for five years, the difference in strength between Zhao Hui and Lu Bu may have to be reversed.

Lu Bu was already nearly forty years old, and even if he kept trying to maintain it, his physical strength would still gradually decline, and all he could do was slow down the decline in physical strength.

And as long as Zhao Hui can maintain his current rhythm, in the next five years, he can definitely guarantee that he will not decline, and may even improve.

Thirty rounds later, the battle between Zhao Hui and Lu Bu became even more intense.

Lu Bu is also completely let go.

Although before the war, Lu Bu still had a lot to think about.

But now in the face of Zhao Hui's attack, Lu Bu has already eliminated the distractions in his heart.

Now Lu Bu has only one thought in his heart, and that is to finish this battle well.

Many people want to fight Lu Bu.

And Lu Bu is also eager to find someone who can fight with him happily.

A military general like Lu Kuang and Lu Xiang, Lu Bu can't think of anything.

He has killed a lot of people in his life, and there are more than 100 generals who have died in his hands.

But in the face of Zhao Hui, Lu Bu didn't dare to stay behind.

Because he kept his hand a little, if Zhao Hui didn't have it, then he would also be very dangerous.

Zhao Hui's Mo knife is very domineering.

A knife is cut out, and it has the power of opening mountains and cracking stones.

Even if Lu Bu is now the number one master in the world, he must deal with it carefully.

Zhao Hui was also distracted at the moment, and there was only one person, one horse and one halberd left in his eyes.

Fighting or fighting to the death, Zhao Hui didn't think about it at this moment.

There can be no other distractions in the mind.

Zhao Hui and Lu Bu didn't dare to be distracted.

The slightest hesitation can lead to instant failure.

Xu Shu on the side, clenched his fists, with a man on his forehead, and the clothes on his body were already wet.

Although it was Zhao Hui who was fighting, Xu Shu was more nervous than Zhao Hui.

Every time Zhao Hui and Lu Bu collided, Xu Shu's breathing seemed to stop.

Only when Zhao Hui and Lu Bu were temporarily separated did Xu Shu dare to breathe.

And Guo Jia, who was standing next to Xu Shu, had always looked calm and light.

It's just that I don't know when, the feather fan in Guo Jia's hand seems to be frozen.

And Dian Wei clutched the reins tightly, and the battle intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The battle between Zhao Hui and Lu Bu made his blood boil, and he couldn't wait to rush over to fight now.

The black whirlwind was also infected by Dian Wei, and its two front feet kept stepping on it, if it wasn't for Dian Wei pulling the reins, it would probably have rushed over by itself at this moment.

Zhao Hui was already completely immersed in the battle.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

usually learns from Dian Wei Zhao Yun, and he will not feel this way at all.

Xu Shu was nervous, and Dian Wei's fighting spirit was boiling.

And Zhang Liao, Gao Shun and other generals under Lu Bu became more and more frightened the more they looked at it.

What strength Lu Bu has, they naturally know best.

Before the war, Zhang Liao and others were still wondering how long Zhao Hui could hold out, and whether Lu Bu would take this opportunity to kill Zhao Hui.

But now, Zhao Hui proved to them with facts that Lu Bu was not really invincible.

In this world, there are still people who can fight with Lu Bu to a draw.

It's been eighty rounds.

Zhao Hui didn't show tiredness, he was still energetic, and every knife he cut out had a huge destructive power, which could cut off a big tree with a thick waist.

A single knife is enough to split a person in half, and there is no escape.

It's just that although Zhao Hui's sword technique is fierce and domineering, Lu Bu's Fang Tian painting halberd can block Zhao Hui's Mo knife at the most appropriate time every time.

And Zhao Hui can also block Lu Bu's attack.

The two of them are only left with each other in the world at this moment.

If it was two years ago, Zhao Hui's arms would be numb by now.

But now, I don't know how many times I have collided with Lu Bu, and Zhao Hui's strength has not weakened at all.

The battle continues.

The yellow lion and the red rabbit horse were also infected by their own masters. The speed becomes faster and the hiss grows.

It's all the king of horses, and they all want to press each other down at the moment.

Mo knife slashed in the air!

Sonorous!

The harsh metal sound wants to burst the eardrums.

The tip of the Mo knife slashed across the ground, cutting a shallow groove, and then slashed at Lu Bu again.

One knife after another, one knife is faster than another, and one knife is stronger than another.

Nine knives in a row, all of them were slashed at the Fang Tian painting halberd in Lu Bu's hand.

The red rabbit horse under Lu Bu retreated nine times.

If it was just an ordinary war horse, even if Lu Bu blocked the attack, the war horse under him would already be kneeling on the ground at this moment.

The red rabbit horse is not an ordinary horse after all.

Even in the face of Zhao Hui's thousand catties of strength, it only retreated nine times, and its four hooves were still very powerful, allowing Lu Bu to sit firmly on its back.

Lu Bu has already achieved the ultimate in Fang Tian's halberd.

Fang Tian's halberd is a heavy weapon, and it can be used against Zhao Hui's Mo knife.

But it can also be as agile as a spear.

And the Fang Tian painting halberd in Lu Bu's hand, between heavy and light, was changed at will. Fierce when heavy, dexterous when light.

If it weren't for Zhao Hui's use of the Mo Knife, which would have also reached perfection, it would have been really difficult to block Lu Bu's attack.

For Lu Bu's attack, Zhao Hui always had to distinguish first whether this time it was invincible or swimming like a spirit snake.

Watching Fang Tian's painting halberd fall from the sky, but when it was approaching, Lu Bu was able to make it transform as flexibly as a spear, and attacked Zhao Hui with the crescent blade on the painting halberd.

Zhao Hui's Mo knife can't achieve such a smart change.

When he usually competed with Zhao Yun in technology, Zhao Hui never won.

But Lu Bu can compete with Zhao Yun for skills.

Sometimes, looking at the fluttering halberd piercing, it is like a dragon's horn piercing the sky, with the power to pierce the golden stone.

When Zhao Hui resisted Lu Bu's attack, he had to put more thought into it.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been practicing with Zhao Yun for the past two years, in the face of such skills, Zhao Hui would have been defeated by now.

(End of chapter)