The long road was silent, only the only remaining drink, as Zhang Yide's arm shook slightly, knocking on the altar wall.

He was waiting for the old man on the other side, who was as bold as him Zhang Fei, to pick up the wine.

But Yu Thirteen was here to kill, so he shook his head slightly. In his intelligence cognition, he will never admit mistakes.

Zhang Fei of the horse village.

So when he fell at Zhang Fei's words, he held a knife and impulsively moved his hand.

The old man's muscles and bones have aged, but after all, he was a character who could play heads-up with the first brave general of the Huns, so even if he was an old wolf, his teeth were still sharp and hard.

A swooping position with two shallow marks on the ground with both feet.

With the inertia of a rush, he sent himself out like an iron arrow

said that it was too late and that was fast, and the last word in Zhang Fei's mouth just fell,

The knife in the old man's hand seemed to have stabbed at Zhang Fei's door.

A sturdy man who looks like a sturdy bear, even with his strong muscles and tall body, it doesn't seem to affect his flexibility.

The whole person leaned back, and the whole body was only at a very small angle to the ground. A strand of weed-like hair was shaved off from the sword......

But Zhang Fei was not embarrassed, his waist and legs exerted force, rushed back a distance, took a big sip of wine, and took a sip of wine.

The old man, who was just saying hello and not chasing, shouted loudly

"Hey, don't drink my wine, there's no need to cut off my head, don't you annoy me that this wine is too sour, it's not worthy of your stomach ......"

But the strange old man, as if deaf, took a step forward with his right foot, and held the knife in both hands in a strange posture.

Ning Shen ran towards Zhang Fei, who had already abandoned the wine and stood up the spear before he spoke.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

In three or five breaths, the two had already made seven or eight moves to each other.

The white blades of the weapons intersected, and the short knife was not a foot and a half away from Zhang Fei's throat, but it was defended by a heavy spear that should have been clumsy.

And the old man is not in vain, even if the iron spear is impenetrable by Zhang Fei, the old man catches the stagnation after a certain moment of recruitment, and his arm flips,

With his left hand, he skillfully flicked the spear shaft, and the short knife circled around his body and flicked on Zhang Fei's arm. Gliding down with an iron spear

Inserted into Zhang Fei's eyes at a strange twisted angle.

Zhang Fei didn't dodge, let out a low shout, and hit the old man's lower abdomen with his knee......

Directly knocked away, but still underestimated the arm strength of the old man in front of him, the trajectory of the knife did not change as much as imagined, and it still left a blood mark on the left side of his face.

The old man who ate Zhang Fei's brute bump was also uncomfortable, staggered back a few steps, and his face flushed a little.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhang Fei's palm naturally slid down, holding the tail end of the iron spear, and swept it over with a fan-like trajectory.

The strength is so great that there is a faint sound of breaking the wind.

The old man propped himself back, the tip of the spear barely brushing the tip of his nose.

The old man did not allow him to withdraw calmly, he used force under his armpit, clamped the iron spear, and lowered his strength, an old man who was close to old age, it seemed that he was going to compete with a young man in his twenties.

Zhang Fei laughed and said:

"You old man is arrogant enough, let you be a ...... in one hand"

After all, he really put one hand behind his back, stood with his head held high, and wanted to fight with the old man.

After a stalemate of more than a hundred breaths, the old man who had bitten a strand of white hair tightly and never spoke, looked at the man with a leisurely attitude, and there was regret and appreciation in his eyes.

First vocalization

"It's really old,

But you are indeed brave,

Being a bandit is simply a big burial, so you stop there and don't go within ten miles of Baicun.

I beg my master for your life, in the future, lead troops to Mobei, and count you as one of the thousands of years of meritorious deeds on the bloody battlefield, Yanren, Zhang Yide, how about it? ”

Looking at the old man who was covered in armor and no less than a thousand gold, he called out his name, and Zhang Fei picked up the wine jar with only a foundation.

From a distance of a spear, he shouted to the old man:

"Thanks, I really didn't expect you to block the way for this,

However, there is no habit that I can't do what I promised my friends...... And bandits, what's the matter, the master is happy...... What Laoshzi's deeds may not be comparable to this jar of wine......"

"But you said that you are the master, hahaha......

If God pays you back for another forty years, you and I will not be able to win or lose......

Then tell me, I can make you call your master, whether you are fierce or not......"

The old man seemed to be aroused by the angry shout

Put the spear out of his hand, hold the knife in one hand, and slash it hard.

The entire iron spear weighing two hundred catties trembled, and Zhang Fei, who was holding the spear in one hand, almost got out of his hand.

Listen to the old man with white beard and white hair shouting arrogantly

"My master is invincible in the world...... Hahaha"

"Then why don't you let me go...... See what it is, the invincible majesty of the world......"

"Then you will surely die,

I was going to kill all the people who entered the village......

But at this moment, I just advise you to stop......

After all, you're the first person in the past thirteen years to bring wine after I drew my sword...... If you die, it's a pity."

Zhang Fei touched a bloody stain on his face, and said with a smile

"Master is not dead,

Master will never die......''

You Thirteen sighed, but seemed to miss the arrogance of the junior in front of him.

Then remove the armor...... Under the bright and delicate armor, there is a brown cloth coat, which is very comfortable to wear......

The old man exhaled comfortably.

Untie the other knife tied to the leg under the armor, slightly longer.

Dull and dark, very heavy.

After removing the armor, Yu Thirteen, who was holding a pair of knives of different weights and lengths, added softly:

"I still won't hurt your life, because a man like you, even if he dies, he will die on the border battlefield, in a high place where countless enemy corpses are piled up......"

Zhang Fei seemed to hear the old man's words, and his expression seemed to be a little frivolous, a little like a stubborn junior.

After moving the muscles and bones, it is considered the end of the warm-up.

He also said softly: "It's not uncommon......

……

The autumn wind is like a knife, and blood is blood.

The wound was not light, and the brown cloth was full of blood, but looking at the spirit, there were no internal injuries that fell.

The old man leaned against the big horse and drank the spirits.

I don't want to move anymore, and I really can't move for a while.

Even though both of them seem to have a tacit understanding to avoid each other's vital points, they are still seriously injured. After all, there are thousands of tricks to catch and fight.

Looking up at the man who was covered in twenty-eight deep and shallow knife wounds, but still moved freely, he didn't seem to know the pain.

The old man said in a low hoarse voice:

"Yanren, Zhang Yide, really listen to my advice, stop, although even if the emperor of the Liu family is killed by my master, it is not an insult to the identity.

But don't let yourself die so unworthy ......"

"What if I have to go?"

"Then remember to bow your head and be a dog, maybe you can live ......"

You Thirteen's tone was sincere, and he didn't feel insulted by this domineering man, even if it was to Xiliang Dong Zhuo, he would say so. This is the qualification of the owner of the house.

Zhang Fei seemed to hear a big joke, and he bent over with laughter, even if he touched the wound, he couldn't stop.

The tone was narrow

"The master only has a sharp iron spear, but it is not as hard as the backbone of the master, and... One shot... Hahaha......"