Zhu Jun's joy was swept away, Zhang Yan sent such a person to meet him, what is there to talk about?

It was a loss that he didn't attack, otherwise even if he was saved from poison and bitterness, he wouldn't be able to end well, but he would be stained with a fishy smell.

Zhu Jun glanced at Sun Ce, picked up the water glass, and didn't look at Zhang Fang again. Sun Ce understood that Zhu Jun was really angry, and asked him to beat Zhang Fang. Although this is not in line with etiquette and rudeness, but Zhang Fang was rude first, Zhu Jun was in a bad mood, and he was beaten up, what could Zhang Yan do.

Sun Ce stood up, pulled out the long knife at his waist, held the sheath in his hand, and played a knife trick. "Wulu, I guess you won't have a chance to come back after this mission. We have known each other for a long time, and we can't let you go home empty-handed, so today we will use martial arts to show you what the real Tao is. ”

How dare Wulu bother to see anything, he is about to die. Sun Ce's words not only annoyed Zhang Yan, but also annoyed Zhang Fang, and this is why Zhang Fang will be an envoy. He talked to Zhang Fang along the way, and finally made Zhang Fang promise not to be rash and talk about it, after all, the Montenegrin Army now needs Zhu Jun's assistance. The food looted by Yu Poison, Ku Chieftain and others in Junyi City was almost exhausted, and the situation in Montenegro was also very bad.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fang and Sun Ce fell on the bar as soon as they met, and they also drew their knives. Zhu Jun is not happy, Sun Ce is not happy, listening to this meaning, there is nothing to talk about. Sun Ce's martial arts are good, and it is by no means comparable to Zhang Fang, in case Sun Ce's hand slips and kills Zhang Fang, it will be a big trouble.

"General, General......"

Wulu stopped in front of Zhang Fang, begging bitterly, before he finished speaking, Zhang Fang raised his hand, pushed him aside, shouted loudly, and slashed at Sun Ce with a knife. Sun Ce put one hand behind his back, waved the sheathed war knife in the other, and with a wave of his hand, he pushed away Zhang Fang's war knife and slapped him in the face with a backhand. "Smack!" With a crisp sound, Zhang Fang's face immediately turned red, and then swollen again.

Zhang Fang was furious, roared wildly, pounced again, and slashed with a knife.

Sun Ce was frightened, flashed sideways, the scabbard knocked lightly on the back of Zhang Fang's knife, Zhang Fang slashed the air with a knife, used too much force, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground, he hurriedly took a step forward, hit the ground with the knife, barely stood firm, a flower in front of him, "snap", and the other half of his face was sheathed by Sun Ce.

was beaten twice in a row, and both of them were hit in the face, Zhang Fang completely grabbed it, danced the knife with both hands, and slashed at Sun Ce like a knife. However, although he went all out, he couldn't cut Sun Ce, but was taken by Sun Ce to stagger, his footing was unstable, and in the blink of an eye, he was hit by Sun Ce a few times, he was so angry that he scolded, and just after half a sentence, Sun Ce waved his hand and slapped a knife on his mouth.

Zhang Fang immediately felt that his teeth were loose, the smell of blood rushed straight to his throat, his lips were hot, and he lost consciousness. His eyes were red, he roared, and rushed towards Sun Ce. Sun Ce raised his scabbard to greet him, pressed Zhang Fang's knife, turned half a circle, Zhang Fang struggled to pull back, Sun Ce took advantage of the situation, and Zhang Fang's knife was cut in his face. The loss is the back of the knife, not the blade, otherwise he would have opened a scoop for himself.

Still, he felt a star in front of him, his nose was sore and sore, and tears welled up in his eyes. He held a knife in one hand and covered his face with the other, and the pain in his tentacles was incomparable, and then he remembered that his face had been swollen after being whipped several times by Sun Ce. He screamed in pain and shame, raised his knife, laid it across his neck, and roared.

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"Young marshal, no!" Wulu screamed in fright.

Sun Ce held the scabbard in his left hand, drew the knife with his right hand, and the long knife came out of the sheath, and the lightning came, slashing at Zhang Fang's war knife. With a soft sound of "swish", Zhang Fang's hand was light, and he looked at it fixedly, and was stunned for a moment. All that remained in his hand was the hilt, and the four-foot-long blade was gone. He looked at the handle of the knife, and then at the long knife in Sun Ce's hand, and broke out in a cold sweat.

The incision was flat, apparently cut by Sun Ce.

This knife of his is not an ordinary ring knife, but a real Baipi knife, how can it be so vulnerable?

Sun Ce returned the knife into the sheath and said lightly: "If you want to die and die, don't dirty the Taiwei's camp." Then he turned to Wulu and said, "Wulu, it's a pity, he's too weak, he doesn't have time to demonstrate too much, how much you can understand, it depends on your Taoism." ”

Wulu wanted to cry without tears. Zhang Fang is already about to commit suicide, you still stimulate him, if he dies, how can I explain it to Zhang Yan.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Fang heard Sun Ce say that he was too weak, he immediately became angry again, threw it hard, smashed the handle of the knife, and then opened his arms and pounced on him, his face was hideous, he opened his big mouth, showed his bloody teeth, and bit Sun Ce. Sun Ce heard the movement behind him, didn't say a word, turned around to avoid, and with a push of the situation, Zhang Fang flew out with his teeth and claws, flew straight out seven or eight steps away, pounced on the ground, and slid forward a few steps away, his limbs spread, lying on the ground, motionless.

Sun Ce was surprised. "I have heard for a long time that Zhang Yan's body is light and agile, known as Feiyan, is this the martial arts of Zhang Yan's family, Pingsha Luoyan style?"

The guards on the side burst into laughter, and even Zhu Jun couldn't help laughing. Wulu's face turned purple with anger, and his guards were also angry, and they all drew their swords and stepped forward, ready to fight. Sun Ce sank his face, pointed at the long knife in his hand, and his gaze, which was no less sharp than a long knife, swept over the faces of those guards one by one.

"Come on, dare to draw a sword in front of the captain, what do you want to do? Want to assassinate the Captain? ”

Zhu Jun's personal guards raised their crossbows with a sigh and aimed them at those guards, as long as they dared to make any rash moves, they would be killed without Zhu Jun's order. They don't care if they tear their faces or not, it's their duty to protect Zhu Jun.

"Stop!" Wulu was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he subconsciously roared. "Get out of the way!"

The guards turned pale, did not dare to make a mistake, and put away their swords one after another. Sun Ce sneered, slowly paced in front of Zhang Fang, and looked down at him. "With your little ability, even if you are a master in Montenegro, you are also worthy of running here to shake your majesty? Go back and tell your father Zhang Yan, it doesn't matter to you how chaotic the world is, find a secluded place to prepare to hide the corpse. Yu Poison and Ku Chief will be waiting for you on Huangquan Road, and you will dig a few more pits. ”

Zhang Fang slowly raised his head, his eyes fierce. "Sun Ce, I am inseparable from you. If you don't take revenge, you swear not to be a man. ”

Sun Ce grinned. "Haha, you're right, you're not human soon, you're a ghost, a homeless lonely ghost. When Yuan Shao takes Jizhou, what do you think he will do with your Zhang family? There are so many yellow turbans dead under Julu City, not bad for you idiots. As for me, I don't plan to stand with you, so what does it matter if you don't stand on the other? Do you really think you can't do without you? ”