Flags were planted around the arena, and a group of soldiers were drilling.

Even if they weren't killing enemies, their shouts of killing still resounded in the sky.

Every shot stabbed is an all-out effort.

There are also those who are in the training queue and are standing in a military posture.

The body of each soldier is straight, and everyone is resolute, allowing sweat to slide down their cheeks and let sweat enter their eyes, and their bodies are motionless.

Just this scene made Liu Bei understand the gap between himself and Zhao Hui.

The soldiers in his hands can only be done by the white-eared elite soldiers trained by Chen Zhi before.

Other ordinary soldiers simply can't achieve such a realm.

Moreover, Liu Bei did not train them like this.

Most of it is to train the bayonet and slash movements.

And it is not as powerful as Zhao Jun.

The training time cannot be compared with Zhao Jun.

Then Liu Bei saw Zhao Hui find an instructor and said a few words.

I saw that the tens of thousands of soldiers in the martial arts arena quickly and neatly retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena, divided into phalanxes, and then sat down cross-legged.

Before and after, it was just the time of a cup of tea, and it had all been mobilized.

This kind of speed is the fastest Liu Bei has ever seen.

At least, the soldiers in his hands before would definitely not be able to do this.

In the time of a cup of tea, the martial arts arena, which was still full of soldiers just now, was suddenly empty.

Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei also rode on their horses, one holding a Mo knife and the other holding a Zhangba snake spear.

Each stood at one end of the martial arts arena.

Xiangyang, a martial arts arena, is not as good as Zhao Hui's martial arts arena in Yecheng, but it is also one mile wide and two miles long.

"Kill!"

Zhang Fei's voice was like a thunderbolt exploding.

Although Liu Bei surrendered to Zhao Hui, although Liu Bei asked him to serve Zhao Hui in the future.

And this battle, although it is just a competition, Zhang Fei will definitely not show mercy, he will go all out.

He will use his best strength.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses, it doesn't matter who lives or dies.

He must use his strongest strength, and if he loses, he has no complaints.

If he wins, he won't feel guilty.

If he accidentally killed Zhao Hui by mistake, the big deal would be his own life, accompany Zhao Hui.

The snake spear was a weapon that Zhang Fei had used for more than ten years, and the war horse under him was also the one he had ridden before.

Although it is not as good as Zhao Hui's yellow lion, it is also a first-class good horse, and Zhang Fei also has the same heart.

On the periphery of the martial arts arena, Zhao Jun, who was sitting in a circle, was watching carefully.

"Come on, General."

"The Great General is mighty."

Although the fight has not started yet, they have already begun to cheer for Zhao Hui.

However, at Zhao Hui's signal, they also quickly closed their mouths and quietly watched the upcoming battle.

In this battle, Zhao Hui also made Zhang Fei feel absolutely fair.

There will be no off-the-field factors.

There is no need for anyone to shout and cheer, everything depends on their own ability.

However, it is still difficult to be absolutely fair, at least Zhao Hui's mount, the Yellow Lion, is still better than Zhang Fei's mount.

However, it is impossible for Zhao Hui to be replaced by other war horses.

Even if he was willing, Zhang Fei would not be willing.

A good war horse is able to communicate with the owner.

Changing horses on the spot is the same as changing an inappropriate weapon on the spot. The impact on strength is also very large.

Zhao Hui rode on the yellow lion, and he didn't even need to control the reins, with a little force on his legs, the yellow lion could know which direction Zhao Hui wanted it to run in and how fast he needed it to run.

Maybe foot combat could be fairer, but this is not what Zhang Fei and Zhao Hui want.

They want to divide the victory and defeat on the battlefield, and riding a war horse is their strongest strength.

Liu Bei looked at Zhao Jun around the martial arts arena, and his impression of Zhao Jun was even deeper.

In the past, the two sides were hostile, and what Liu Bei saw was the appearance of Zhao Jun on the battlefield.

And on the battlefield, Zhao Jun can also do the same thing as the order and prohibition.

They sat cross-legged, but their backs were straight, their eyes were level, and they were silent.

The soldiers are like carved out of a mold, and Liu Bei wants to find out a different one.

But after looking around, I couldn't find any of them.

Liu Bei withdrew his attention from the soldiers around him and looked at Zhang Fei and Zhao Hui on the martial arts arena.

"Wow!"

The yellow lion also clearly felt the strong fighting spirit of the master, and the person stood up, let out a long hiss, and the two front feet stepped in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Then, the yellow lion sprinted forward, but in an instant, its speed was the fastest.

Like a yellow bolt of lightning.

The martial arts arena is two miles long, and the distance between Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei is more than one mile.

When the yellow lion moved, the war horse that Zhang Fei sat on also began to sprint. Although in terms of speed, it is obviously a little slower than the yellow lion.

But the war horse under him also ran the fastest speed.

But under the rapid sprint of the yellow lion, it was only a dozen breaths, and Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei collided together.

Tell the sprint, great power.

Mo Knife and Snake Spear collided with a string of sparks. Zhao Hui and Zhang Fei's arms were all green and protruding, like earthworms, wriggling under the skin.

Clang!

Sitting outside, some of them were sharp-eyed, and they could see Mars, but more than that, they only heard the sound of two weapons colliding.

Even if they were a mile away, they heard the sound of gold and iron.

It's a little vague, but the closer you are, the more obvious the feeling is.

The two war horses staggered past and continued to rush forward for more than ten zhang.

Zhao Hui's legs were slightly forced, and the yellow lion ran around the martial arts arena for a small half circle, then turned around and faced Zhang Fei again.

Then the yellow lion accelerated again and rushed towards Zhang Fei.

"Kill!"

Although the war horse is not as good as Zhao Hui, Zhang Fei's momentum is not weak at all.

His roar was enough to make those faint of heart fear.

It was not only the snake spear in his hand that he could kill, but also his voice.

Zhang Fei's thunderous roar can easily interfere with the enemy.

But he is now facing Zhao Hui, and it is not his roar that can affect it.

Zhang Fei's so-called momentum, here in Zhao Hui, is almost completely unable to affect Zhao Hui.

However, Zhang Fei who roared out, he was able to exert stronger strength.

Each time, a killing word was shouted from between the teeth. Zhang Fei's body can accumulate all the strength.

He can burst out with the strongest attack power.

His roar was not only to deter the enemy, but also to increase his own strength.

Zhang Fei's strength is also the top at present.

Even if there is a gap with Zhao Hui, Lu Bu, and Zhao Yun.

But this gap is really not obvious.

At least for a short time, it will be difficult for Zhao Hui to gain the upper hand.

If you want to kill the enemy with a single sword, it is almost impossible.

Unless it's one of the parties, revealing a big flaw.