Those strong men raised their eyebrows when they appeared: "Sure enough, it was you, the thief, who harmed the 'Grand Governor'!" ”

After speaking, they danced the weapons in their hands and were about to rush over.

Zhu Jun pulled out his sword with a "whoosh" and said angrily: "Sure enough, it's a yellow turban thief, so arrogant!" ”

A few strong men in front waved their weapons in their hands, and dozens of people rushed over with a howl.

Zhu Jun had no fear on his face, and he also roared and stepped forward.

Suddenly, the sound of weapons colliding was endless, and Zhu Jun and those strong men fought on the street, and the people who were watching from a distance were so frightened that they ran farther away.

Ling Xiaohan also took a few steps back, but he had a relaxed look, and there was a look of schadenfreude in him.

The swords and soldiers faced each other, dozens of weapons of various kinds waved and collided in the air, and those strong men formed a half-circle, apparently trying to trap Zhu Jun in the middle.

However, Zhu Jun's martial arts were a little unexpected by Ling Xiaohan, although there were many enemies, but Zhu Jun was not very at a disadvantage, with a sword stabbing left and right, both offensive and defensive, like a pear flower.

This is not as good as Ling Xiaohan's intentions, he originally thought that these Yellow Turban soldiers could be Zhu Jun by relying on the strength of the crowd, and they could be Zhu Jun by dividing five by two, but he didn't expect to be beaten back and forth by Zhu Jun alone, not only did he not hurt a single bit, but it seemed that he could still find time to stab the enemy.

Ling Xiaohan secretly scolded these strong men in the yellow turban in his heart, and he wanted to rush forward to help them, but he didn't feel that he had to do this, otherwise he would probably be charged with "helping thieves".

Because Zhu Jun was resisting in front, there was not a single Yellow Turban soldier attacking Ling Xiaohan, which gave Ling Xiaohan time to watch the battle, but the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.

Zhu Jun became more and more courageous the more he fought, shouted loudly, and actually launched a counterattack against the thieves in front of him.

Those strong men of the Yellow Turban soldiers all looked hideous, screaming wow, but their martial arts were crude, which even the layman Ling Xiaohan could see.

Even so, Ling Xiaohan still couldn't believe that so many strong men couldn't beat one person, he was a little glad that he didn't attack on the way, otherwise even if it was a sneak attack, it seemed that he couldn't be 100% sure whether he could successfully kill Zhu Jun.

"Ahh

With a wail, one of the strong men clutched his chest and stepped back, blood oozing from between his fingers.

But the injury of this strong man did not affect the momentum of these yellow turban thieves, and several strong men waving weapons rushed up from behind him.

At this time, the Yellow Turban soldiers had already surrounded Zhu Jun's group.

Zhu Jun roared angrily and circled with the enemy, although the swordsmanship was still unflustered, but after all, it was difficult to defeat the four hands, and he was surrounded by a group of people in the middle, how could he resist for a long time?

Ling Xiaohan also saw this, and his heart began to feel comfortable, don't look at the tension of the battle ahead, he is relaxed and comfortable here.

Zhu Jun danced the sword in his hand, and the strong man in front of him did not dare to approach, so he could only make a posture of being ready to attack at any time, and the strong man behind Zhu Jun attacked from time to time, and hit Zhu Jun with sticks and guns, naturally he was injured, but fortunately, Zhu Jun was strong and strong, and immediately turned back to counterattack after being attacked, but these strong men immediately retreated, and the strong man on the other side waited for the opportunity to attack the past.

There was fire in Zhu Jun's eyes, and he suddenly attacked one of the Yellow Turban soldiers, who was caught off guard and stabbed by his sword, and immediately fell to the ground.

But at the same time, other Yellow Turban soldiers swarmed up and attacked Zhu Jun from all directions, but Zhu Jun had no time to resist and his body was bent down.

"Pretty." Ling Xiaohan blurted out unconsciously.

Just when Ling Xiaohan thought that the overall situation had been decided and was ready to prepare for his next departure, the result was not as he expected.

I saw Zhu Jun shouting angrily, turning his wrist, and sweeping the saber in his hand and throwing it out.

The saber flashed with a cold light, and its blade swirled and danced, flying up and down, slashing several people in an instant, but the saber did not stop at all, and did not even slow down, still flying towards the others.

"Ahh

The Yellow Turban soldiers in the front fell one after another, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in the back used their weapons to knock down the swords flying in the air, but they were cut in half by the swords.

There was another incessant wail, and the Yellow Turbans fell again.

The saber still swirled, but seemed to be weakening.

Zhu Jun stood up, raised one hand flat, and opened his five fingers, but saw the flying sword, as if it had eyes, and immediately flew towards Zhu Jun's hand.

Zhu Jun clenched his fingers, just holding the handle of the saber, and at the same time, the saber also stopped for a moment, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the enemy in front of him.

Ling Xiaohan saw all this process in his eyes, he was dazzled, and he was surprised in his heart - he was surprised that the dance of the saber was too bizarre, no matter how strong Zhu Jun was, it was impossible to throw such a heavy saber so spectacularly.

"I'm grass, does he have any skills?"

Ling Xiaohan guessed, but saw Zhu Jun's shoulders rise and fall slightly, as if he was panting.

More than a dozen Yellow Turban soldiers twisted their bodies in pain on the ground, and the rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers, looking panicked, not only did not dare to step forward, but took a few steps back, but still surrounded Zhu Jun.

"! A bunch of rubbish! You're all together! I'm afraid of a fart! ”

Ling Xiao shouted anxiously.

Those strong men in yellow turbans were frightened, and they all looked at Ling Xiaohan with stunned expressions.

One of the strong men, waving the spear in his hand, pointed at Ling Xiaohan and shouted: "It was this kid who killed the 'Grand Governor', brothers, let's kill this thief first and avenge the 'Grand Governor'!" ”

"Good!" The Yellow Turbans responded.

Ling Xiaohan scolded: "Fuck you! If you can't beat the one surnamed Zhu, you will beat me? Think I'm a bully? ”

At this time, there was a commotion from a distance, and the strong men in the yellow turban turned their heads one after another, all of them with surprise on their faces.

"What are you still doing in a daze!" A shout rang out.

saw that the strong man in the yellow turban hurriedly moved to the sides, and from behind the crowd strode a figure in half-body armor, this person was holding a turban on his head, but a yellow edge was exposed at the edge of the turban.

"General Bo!" The strong men of the yellow turban hugged their fists together, and the momentum was excited.

This General Bo, with a pair of triangular eyes, glanced at the strong man in the yellow scarf on the ground who was either dead or disabled, and then stared at Zhu Jun: "Who dares to hurt my brother?" ”

A strong man next to him pointed at Zhu Jun: "General, this thief!" ”

"Oh?" General Bo squinted at Zhu Jun, "You thief, report your name!" ”

Zhu Jun shouted, and frightened a few Yellow Turban soldiers next to him to take a step back: "I am Zhu Jun, the general of the Taishou Tent of Anding City, you troubles and thieves, but you don't know death, in broad daylight, dare to be presumptuous here!" ”

"Haha!" General Bo laughed wildly, "The city of stability can be broken overnight, you thief general, you don't know that death is near!" ”