Since the last battle of Jiangling, Yuan Shu's soldiers and horses have not clashed with Liu Biao's soldiers and horses, the reason is that Liu Biao feels that holding Jiangling is a victory, as long as Yuan Shu runs out of food and grass, he will naturally retreat.

Yuan Shu ordered people to show off their might under Jiangling City every day, insulting Liu Biao, and all kinds of sand sculptures bombarded indiscriminately, but Liu Biao was unmoved.

During the Yuan Shu period, he also launched siege warfare, but they were all regular fights, and they did not reach the point of fighting to the death, and the casualties on both sides were not large.

It wasn't until the tenth day that Huang Zhong finally walked out of the house under Liu Biao's call.

"Hansheng, Yuan Shu'er has no one to bully our army!"

Liu Biao stood on the city wall and looked coldly at the Yuan Shu army below, as well as the young general who was insulting in front of the battle, with no joy or sadness on his face, and said meaningfully.

"Look for death!" Huang Zhong's eyes were cold, he spat out the two words lightly, and turned around to go down to the city.

"Babble...... Gangneung City Gate slowly opened a thin slit, making a sound of sour teeth.

Huang Zhong rode a Jedi horse and rode out of the city gate alone.

Everyone on the city wall saw Huang Zhong's white hair blown up by the wind, and the feeling of heroic twilight inexplicably rose in their hearts.

"Hahaha, Jiangling is a huge city, and it is sad and sad to let a fifty-year-old man fight!"

The young general in front of Yuan Shujun's formation couldn't help but sneer when he saw that there was actually a white-haired middle-aged man coming from the opposite side.

"Noise!"

Huang Zhong smiled disdainfully, raised his hand and swung out the big knife, and a yellow mang flashed, and before the young general on the opposite side could react, the whole person suddenly exploded into a ball of blood, and was split into meat paste by a knife.

Huang Zhong took out the treasure bow, raised his hand is an arrow, only to see a golden light crossed, and the powerful force immediately shot the handsome flag erected high by Yuan Shujun, and the flag guard officer didn't react to what was happening, only felt a pile of dust falling on his head.

"Who else?" Huang Zhong shouted, like the roar of a thunderstorm in the middle of the night.

"Old man, Hugh is arrogant!" Yuan Shu's army parted ways, and a man of great stature rode out slowly on a flaming horse.

"Lu Bu, right?" Huang Zhong saw the man opposite, with red light and handsome eyes, a nose like a jade pillar, a mouth like a Danzhu, big ears and a handsome appearance.

The equipment on the man's body is also extremely dazzling, wearing a three-pronged hair purple and red gold crown, a pink prism cloak on his body, a purple black iron armor, a purple lion belt around his waist, stepping on Feiyun combat boots, and carrying a Fang Tian painting halberd, who is this person not Lu Bu?

"A fifty-year-old man dares to call me by my name? How to write dead words? Lu Bu stood proudly opposite Huang Zhong and spoke domineeringly.

Lu Bu saw that there was actually an old man with gray hair in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart, especially since this old man was wearing a shabby armor, and the big knife in his hand looked relatively normal.

"It's long-winded, if you want to fight, there will be a lot of nonsense." Huang Zhong clenched the Santing Mountain Chopper in his hand, slapped his horse and rushed towards Lu Bu, and there was not much comparison with his hands.

"Humph!" Lu Bu snorted coldly, felt that his face was dull, and slapped his horse to meet him.

Lu Bu had already sentenced Huang Zhong, the old man, to death in his heart, Lao Tzu even dared to cut gods and demons, let alone an old man? Damn, mentally retarded, I just wanted to pretend to be forced in front of the two armies, but I was actually scolded and taught a few lessons by Huang Zhong, which made Lu Bu's heart extremely angry.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Huang Zhong's huge sword light was slashed down by Lu Bu's halberd, and then another Fang Tian painting slashed over, but it was also blocked by Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and he passed by Lu Bu, just a moment ago, he already knew that this Lu Bu's martial arts realm was above him, but it shouldn't be too far, he was the first layer of the clutch realm, and Lu Bu should be the second layer of the clutch realm.

The clutch realm is a higher level of realm than the refining power realm, what is clutch? It is to condense and compress the vitality in the body into the true element, and the power will become more refined, which is the combination. There is no need to explain much, to put it bluntly, you can't break through.

Normally, a layer of vitality is a thousand catties of power, and a layer of true yuan can burst out of 10,000 catties of strength.

Very good! Playing against the strong will take me one step further. Huang Zhong's heart suddenly felt a burst of blood, and the long-lost enthusiasm for fighting welled up in his heart.

The Santing Mountain Chopper in Huang Zhong's hand slashed out like a landslide and tsunami, so fast that a phantom appeared, and he couldn't tell how many knives he had chopped out, each knife was extremely sharp, which was enough to pour all the golden power that cut down the entire mountain on Lu Bu's body.

Lu Bu did not fall behind at all, Fang Tian's halberd was tight and loose, fast and slow, hovering between blocking and attacking, facing Huang Zhong's offensive with ease, and each halberd hit the most critical point.

Huang Zhong slashed the big knife expressionlessly, the force in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the momentum on his body became more and more violent, and the irrepressible madness gradually spread.