Every time Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei collided, it was a splash of sparks.

Even Liu Bei, who was watching the battle, and those soldiers, were all moved, looking at the collision of Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei, they could feel the explosive power.

The moves of the two are simple.

Zhao Hui split, Zhang Fei block, Zhang Fei stab, Zhao Hui block.

It's all big open and big closing moves.

In addition to the sprint of the war horse, the power that brings. Whether it is Zhang Fei or Zhao Hui, they can smash the boulder.

Every collision was like knocking on the hearts of the soldiers watching the battle.

Although they were just watching the battle, they were even more nervous than Zhang Fei and Zhao Hui, who were fighting.

In every collision, there is a chance that one side will lie down.

Guan Yu stood beside Liu Bei, holding the Qinglong Glaive in his hand, as if he would rush over at any time.

However, Guan Yu was also standing on the edge of the martial arts arena, even if he found that Zhang Fei was in danger, Guan Yu didn't have time to rescue him.

Dian Wei stood opposite Guan Yu Liu Bei, he rode the black whirlwind, but it would be too late.

If only one of the two is injured, neither of the other will take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Zhao Hui wanted to subdue Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei just wanted to win against Zhao Hui, and he didn't really want to kill Zhao Hui now.

If Zhao Hui died, he wouldn't be able to live either, and it would also affect Liu Bei and Guan Yu.

Despite this, Zhang Fei will not leave his hand.

He must go all out, otherwise he will lose, and he will still not be convinced. The anger in his heart still can't come out.

Whether it is life or death is left to fate.

Zhang Fei didn't think about anything else.

If he killed Zhao Hui, it would be like this.

Liu Bei stood on the side, his face was calm, but he was already praying in his heart.

He didn't want to see casualties between Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei.

The best result is that there is no winner or loser, or one of them can be slightly injured and recuperate for a few days.

Whether it is Zhang Fei or Zhao Hui, being seriously injured and dying is the last thing he wants to see.

But for this fight, Liu Bei was powerless to stop it.

All he could do was stand here and watch, and all he could do was pray in his heart.

The constant sprinting of the war horse is not suitable for those complicated skills.

Skill can confuse the enemy, but the speed of the dash is fast, and every time the two of them stagger each other, there is only one time to strike.

It is impossible to have so much time to display your superb sword and spear skills.

It can only be the simplest way to attack, the fastest, the most convenient, and only in this way can it exert the greatest power.

There is no extra time to think about whether to expose a flaw or a false trick.

The possible result of a false move is that he is killed by the opponent with a knife, or stabbed to death with a spear.

The speed of the war horse sprinting is fast, and the weapons wielded by the two are even faster.

Even the eyes don't have time to see, they can only rely on their senses and their own reactions to danger.

Every collision is a test of life and death.

Even if Zhao Hui's strength is a little stronger than Zhang Fei, but what the result is, even a master like Guan Yu Dianwei is unpredictable.

Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei themselves are also unable to judge, and they themselves dare not guarantee that it will be them who will win.

Any negligence, a momentary distraction, can distinguish the winner and the result.

But neither of them had fear in their hearts, and their fighting spirit was high.

The yellow lion and Zhao Hui have the same heart and mind, and they keep sprinting back and forth.

Its speed is very fast, whether it is accelerating or decelerating, the yellow lion is at ease.

It must be guaranteed that every time he staggers with Zhang Fei, the speed of the yellow lion is the fastest.

After staggering, the speed of the yellow lion will immediately drop by a level, and then go around a slight arc.

It didn't just stop and turn around and charge again.

After each collision, the speed of the yellow lion can still be maintained at a high level, after circling a semicircle, when facing Zhang Fei, the speed of the yellow lion will be increased to the fastest.

Every time he collided, Zhao Hui also went all out, using the power of his waist and abdomen to swing his strongest knife.

The heavy Mo knife in his hand, as soon as he slashes down, he can cut off people and horses in an instant.

Even if it was a stone in front of him, it would be cut off by Zhao Hui.

On the martial arts arena, the sound of horses' hooves, every ten breaths, you can hear a sonorous sound, and you can see a string of splashed sparks.

Mo knives and snake spears are all forged by thousands of tempers.

can withstand the collision between Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei.

If it were replaced with a weapon used by ordinary soldiers, I don't know how many would have been broken.

Knock knock!

On the north side of the martial arts arena, Dian Wei jumped off the black whirlwind and came to the war drums.

Dian Wei's striking force was very strong, and while he was beating the war drums, he turned his head to look at Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei in the fight.

Although he was worried about Zhao Hui's safety, Dian Wei couldn't help Zhao Hui in this fight.

However, he wanted to use the drums of war to express his heart.

Knock knock!

The dull sound of war drums made the soldiers watching the battle enthusiastic.

Kill!

Zhang Fei in the fight didn't care who was beating the drum to help the battle.

The sound of the drum makes his pores dilated!

The sound of the drums makes his blood boil!

In his eyes, there was only Zhao Hui.

The soldiers watching the battle around him, as well as the figure of Liu Bei and Guan Yu standing on the side, all faded out of his sight.

The only thing left was Zhao Hui in front of him and the yellow lion under Zhao Hui.

And then there's the thunderous drums.

Dian Wei beats the drums very skillfully, like a storm, like a raindrop, and every drum is lit up in the sound of horses' hooves.

In the sound of drums, Zhang Fei's momentum is constantly rising.

He had only the sound of drums in his ears, but no one beating them.

However, Zhao Hui's momentum is constantly rising.

Zhang Feixiu wanted to overwhelm Zhao Hui with momentum.

Knock knock knock......

The drum sound is very dense, like the hooves of a war horse, trampling on the drum surface.

The entire martial arts arena is like a huge war drum.

Sonor!

The Mo knife and the snake spear made a piercing grinding sound.

Every collision is very simple, but every collision is to draw out the strength of Zhao Hui's whole body.

Staggered, but in just ten breaths, they had to collide again.

Bang!

The Mo knife and the snake spear rubbed, but the Mo knife was more powerful, and pressed the snake spear in Zhang Fei's hand.

Then the tip of the Mo knife slashed over Zhang Fei's head.

The helmet shattered and fell off Zhang Fei's head.

On the side, Guan Yu almost rushed over, but was stopped by Liu Bei.

It's just that the helmet has fallen off, and Zhang Fei is not injured yet.

Zhang Fei was absolutely unwilling to stop there, he had not yet been defeated.

Just now, if he hadn't reacted, at the last moment, his head was slightly tilted back, just that knife just now, it was not just his helmet that was shattered, but his head was also split in half like a watermelon.

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