Fifty rounds is worth more than a hundred rounds of fighting with people before Zhao Hui.

And the speed of each round is much faster than usual.

On the battlefield, unless it is a heads-up before the battle, it is difficult to have such a fighting situation.

It only took one dash to rush into the enemy ranks.

It's hard to sprint back and forth like you do now.

Knock knock!

Dian Wei, who was beating the war drums, had green tendons bulging on both hands.

It is he who can beat the war drum so non-stop, making the drum sound like a storm.

Dian Wei, who beat the war drums, consumed his physical strength faster than Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei.

Guan Yu, who was watching the battle, grabbed the hand of the Qinglong Knife, it was tight and loose, loose and tight, and several times, he wanted to rush over directly and join the battle group.

This is the real battle of the masters.

Guan Yu is now not just worried about Zhang Fei's safety, or Zhao Hui's life.

He is also a super fierce general, listening to the drums of the storm and watching the two people fighting on the martial arts field.

He also wanted a fight.

It's just that this is a battle between Zhang Fei and Zhao Hui, and no one else can interfere.

Even if Guan Yu wanted to join the battle, he could only hold back.

Clang!

Zhao Hui's arm was numb, and his palms were red.

It's just that his hands are still tightly gripping the hilt of the Mo knife.

The two horses staggered again, and the handle of the snake spear in Zhang Fei's hand stuck on the ground.

The other hand loosened slightly, but then gripped the snake spear tightly.

In sixty rounds, except for his helmet being shattered and a strand of hair being cut off, Zhang Fei's body has not been injured for the time being.

Sixty rounds, whether it was Zhang Fei or Zhao Hui, they had already abandoned other thoughts in their hearts.

In their hearts, there is only fighting left now.

Only fighting is the desire of their hearts.

Only such a battle can make their blood boil and make their adrenaline surge.

"Kill!"

Although Zhang Fei's physical exertion was already halfway through, his roar was still full of energy, and even in the sound of war drums, it could clearly reach the ears of every soldier around the martial arts arena.

Bang!

Rumble!

The roar of thunder is enough to frighten people's courage.

Mo Dao dragged long knife marks on the ground.

When approaching Zhang Fei, he suddenly flew up from the ground, like a silver dragon, rising from the ground, and then biting down on Zhang Fei.

Sonor!

The silver dragon was blocked by the black snake.

The yellow lion staggered from Zhang Fei's mount and rushed forward more than ten zhang, and this time, it stood up directly, with two hind feet stepping on rags.

The handle of the Mo knife in Zhao Hui's hand was also inserted on the ground, as a support, his body seemed to be sitting on the back of the yellow lion at this moment, but in fact it had been separated from the yellow lion. The body hung in the air, completely supported by the Mo knife stuck in the ground.

The yellow lion's two front feet stepped on the air, and before they landed, they turned around directly.

Then the two front feet stepped heavily on the ground, Zhao Hui's body turned around in the air, and when the yellow lion's front feet landed, his body also fell on the yellow lion's body.

The yellow lion was like a bolt of lightning, with almost no buffer, and directly rushed towards Zhang Fei in front of him at the fastest speed.

And Zhang Fei's mount was still rushing forward at this time, and it had not yet begun to turn around, and Zhang Fei's back was completely exposed in front of Zhao Hui.

The speed of the yellow lion is faster than Zhang Fei's mount.

When the yellow lion turned around, it was twenty zhang away from Zhang Fei, and with just one breath, it was five zhang closer.

In one breath, Zhao Hui was only ten zhang away from Zhang Fei.

The Mo knife in his hand had already been raised.

As long as he takes the next breath, he can split it down, and then slash it on Zhang Fei's body.

The mount under Zhang Fei wanted to turn around, but it couldn't do it like the yellow lion.

It can only run a circle and a half, but the yellow lion is chasing after it now, it walks in circles, and the yellow lion is the same, always behind it.

Zhang Fei already felt the crisis behind him.

However, the mount under him was not as good as the yellow lion, so he could only turn his back to Zhao Hui.

After a breath, the yellow lion was only five zhang away from Zhang Fei.

The Mo knife in Zhao Hui's hand had already been raised to the highest point, and then slashed towards Zhang Fei's back.

Zhang Fei's neck twisted back, and he could already see the snowy knife light behind his head.

Although his back was facing Zhao Hui, he still stretched out the snake spear.

Zhang Fei knew that if he made a move like this, he would have ten percent of his strength, but at most he could only use six or seven layers.

And Zhao Hui sprinted, this knife is Zhao Hui's twelve percent strength, and he absolutely can't resist it.

So, the snake spear stretched out backwards, and then clinged to his back.

Clang!

Mo slashed at the snake spear. A screeching sound was made.

Zhang Feixuan's angle was very good, and the Mo knife was just on the snake spear.

However, Zhao Hui's Mo knife still had a part of it split on Zhang Fei's armor.

A piece of armor in the back of the heart fell off, and the powerful force also shocked Zhang Fei's internal organs.

However, after Zhao Hui cut out this knife, the speed of the yellow lion also slowed down a little.

And the mount under Zhang Fei was a point faster by the power of Zhao Hui's slashing knife, and the distance between the two sides was stretched to ten zhang.

But the distance was only ten zhang, which was still not enough for Zhang Fei to turn his horse around and face Zhao Hui head-on.

However, I saw Zhang Fei leave the stirrup with both feet, press the saddle with one hand, and the whole person rose into the air, turned around, rode the war horse upside down, and faced Zhao Hui head-on again.

Clang!

After Zhao Hui caught up, he slashed at Zhang Fei's snake spear again.

But this time, Zhang Fei is facing each other, and all his strength is also exerted.

It's just that Zhao Hui, who sprinted over, exerted twelve percent of his strength.

In addition, although the knife in the back just now was blocked by Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei's internal organs were also injured.

Although he blocked this knife again, it was already much harder than before.

Zhao Hui didn't give Zhang Fei time to breathe.

The yellow lion has been following closely behind.

Compared to the previous confrontation, the two horses staggered, and there was still ten breaths of respite.

Now, with the yellow lion chasing behind, Zhao Hui's Mo knife would slash at Zhang Fei at least once with every breath.

even slashed at Zhang Fei several times in a row.

Zhang Fei could only support it hard, but Zhao Hui's strength was not weakened, and every knife was at least ten percent strong.

Each knife, although it was slashed at Zhang Fei's snake spear, but every knife aggravated Zhang Fei's injury.

After dozens of knives, Zhang Fei couldn't hold back any longer, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His viscera could no longer withstand Zhao Hui's strength.

"Third brother."

Guan Yu Liu Bei, who was watching the battle, shouted, and Guan Yu finally rushed out.

However, after seeing Zhang Fei vomiting blood, Zhao Hui also grabbed the yellow lion and no longer continued to pursue Zhang Fei.

The drumbeat of the storm also stopped at this moment.

Dian Wei threw away the wooden cone in his hand and shouted loudly.

Around the martial arts arena, tens of thousands of soldiers also shouted together: "The general is mighty." ”

"The general is invincible."

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