After successfully lobbying Sun Debiao, Lu Zhuo persuaded several Yellow Turban soldiers to surrender in a row, but not everything went so smoothly, when he arrived at Xiao Zhan, Xiao Zhan relied on the strength of the crowd and wanted to get rid of Lu Zhuo.

"Raised by a son of a bitch, being Lao Tzu is scared, protect the lord!"

Zhou Cang showed his big knife and protected Lu Zhuo's body for the first time, and the grassroots and others were not ambiguous, they all showed their blades, all of them were high-spirited and fearless, especially the grassroots, and now they have become much more reliable than before.

There was only one person, whose legs were weak and trembling all over, and his face turned white after only a while.

If you ask this person's name and surname, it is Langya Zhuge Jin!

"Ziyu, don't worry, with me, you'll be fine!"

Lu Zhuo glanced at Zhuge Jin and persuaded!

Zhuge Jin replied with a sad face, "Lord, I don't want to do this either, but my body is not controlled at all!" ”

Lu Zhuo shook his head, he had no choice but to give up, it seems that if he wants to be able to change, he is afraid that it will be even more difficult than the 25,000-mile long march!

"Kill, give it to me, they only have such a few people, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Xiao Zhan proudly raised the sixty-pound iron rod and commanded proudly.

The Yellow Turban soldiers snorted, and they all rushed up, Zhou Cang put his knife horizontally, and shouted, "If you are not afraid of death, just come, Lao Tzu is just killing happily today!" ”

A dozen Yellow Turban soldiers rushed over in a row, Zhou Cang's eyes were angry, his arms were round, and the Yan Ling knife swung hard, and the fierce blade ruthlessly slashed across the waists of these Yellow Turban soldiers.

Puff puff puff...... The blade passed, blood splashed, only one of them, five or six fell on the ground, the others were stunned, all their eyes widened, their timid jaws were about to fall off, Zhou Cang walked forward, flew into the air, the big knife went straight down, and rushed towards a stupid Yellow Turban soldier angrily.

Click...... A knife fell, a fresh life, immediately came to the end, the dead body was divided into two halves, gushing blood splashed everywhere, and the tragic scene suffocated the nearby Yellow Turban soldiers for a while.

The two spears stabbed straight at the grassroots, and the roots swooped down, let go of the spears, rolled forward against the ground, and slashed the knives at the bottom of the two people.

Puff... After two knives, the legs of the two spearmen were cut, and the two people in pain immediately rolled to the ground, and the grassroots approached closely, mercilessly, and stabbed the two of them in the heart.

The straw bag and the others were all red-eyed, and the Yellow Turban soldiers went forward one after another, but whoever rushed to the front would be surprisingly unanimous, that is, they would fall!

After a while, one hundred and ten Yellow Turban soldiers fell underground, and the angry Xiao Zhan glared, "Give it to me, whoever can kill Lu Zhuo, I will have a heavy reward!" ”

"Whoosh!"

On the hillside in the distance, two cold arrows suddenly shot, heading straight for Xiao Zhan, fortunately, Xiao Zhan also had some skills, and he dodged in time, one arrow wiped his face, and the other arrow hit his ribs.

"Boss, boss!"

The soldiers around Xiao Zhan were suddenly frightened, Xiao Zhan followed the direction where the cold arrow was flying, turned his head to look, and was suddenly startled.

"Oh no, they're here for reinforcements!"

I don't know when, Sun Bing and these people have already touched up from the back mountain, and they will work hard one by one, one by one, as if the heavenly soldiers descended to earth, and there were hundreds of people, all of whom quickly slid down the rope from the hillside.

Wenbao took the lead in landing, and before he could stand firmly, he rushed out with a snort, and hundreds of flying tiger soldiers were like wolves and tigers, roaring and screaming, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and in the blink of an eye, the yellow turban soldiers in the valley were scattered.

The terrible screams became more and more urgent, and the ghosts killed by the Yellow Turban soldiers cried wolf, and it was like a mess, and it didn't take long for Wen Bao and the others to rush in front of Lu Zhuo.

Lu Zhuo quickly glanced around, estimated the distance between him and Xiao Zhan, but it was only a few hundred steps, and immediately decisively ordered, "Capture the thief and capture the king, brothers, kill, kill Xiao Zhan for me!" ”

If you change someone else, you may just lead people and retreat, although the enemy is messed up, after all, there are more than 10,000 people, and the advantage is still obvious, but Lu Zhuo doesn't care, he has absolute confidence that he can 'go straight to Huanglong!' ’

Lu Zhuo waved his knife like the wind, rushed forward bravely, and the yellow turban soldiers in front of him were like chopping waves, either being cut to the ground, or fleeing in all directions in fright, and after a short time, Lu Zhuo's body was already stained red with blood, like a devil from hell.

Kill one person in one step, merciless every step, the blade is pointed, the blocker is invincible, and the Flying Tiger Yingerlang is also like a crazy wild wolf and crazy tiger, following behind Lu Zhuo, stepping forward bravely without flinching.

The Yellow Turban soldiers fell down one by one, like the sea water at low tide, seeing Lu Zhuoben killing himself, Xiao Zhan was also taken aback, he retreated, and shouted desperately, "Give it all, don't mess up, give it to me!" ”

Lu Zhuo's legs exerted force, the momentum became faster and faster, the big knife danced fast, many Yellow Turban soldiers just glanced at Lu Zhuo, and immediately turned around and retreated in fright, it was too fierce, Lu Zhuo stared at the blood-red eyes, played with his life, went crazy, and, one by one, cut melons and vegetables, the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him reacted a little slowly, and immediately had to fall to the ground and die.

If you look down from a high altitude, the valley is like a rain of blood, blood splashing, dyeing the cold ground with blood red, accompanied by flying snowflakes, Lu Zhuo and these people are like a sharp icicle, in the crowd of Yellow Turban soldiers, bravely forward, opening a big hole, the Yellow Turban soldiers are running around, headless flies, from beginning to end, Lu Zhuo has been staring at Xiao Zhan tightly.

Xiao Zhan originally had some guts, but he had never seen Lu Zhuo's Flying Tiger Battalion, such a strong combat power was simply devastating and unstoppable, Xiao Zhan was frightened, even if he rushed up, he knew that the end would be death.

He retreated quickly, Lu Zhuo chased quickly, and soon, Lu Zhuo chased closer, Xiao Zhan grabbed a yellow turban soldier and threw it at Lu Zhuo, Lu Zhuo didn't look at it, he slashed down with a knife, and before the dead body landed, he rushed to Xiao Zhan again.

When!

The knives and rollers collided, and the two finally fought together, Lu Zhuo was like a fierce tiger, his arms were strong, and the green tendons on his arms were bulging and angry, like the hideous swirling markings on the turtle shell.

His eyes were like electricity, staring at Xiao Zhan coldly, Xiao Zhan had no choice but to grit his teeth and fight hard, sparks splashed, like a fierce wave-like force surging all over Xiao Zhan's body along the iron rod, Xiao Zhan was not a taste, hurriedly retreated, Lu Zhuo toe a little, flew up, soared into the air, a force split Huashan, the blade went straight to the top of Xiao Zhan's head, Xiao Zhan flashed to the side, Lu Zhuo went empty with a knife, the move did not stop, immediately turned around and swept back, Xiao Zhan blocked it again. 17010