Pan Long looked at it, and the battle of Qianhe seemed too tired, but he didn't mind accompanying him to the end.

Almost everyone went up, and Pan Long saw that Sun Qian was watching the excitement by himself and was not afraid of big things, so he quipped: "Mr. Sun, let's go up too, the activity is active!" ”

When Sun Qian heard this, he smiled embarrassedly, and felt that if he wanted to go up, he would fly out in one round at most, so he shook his head like a wave drum, and said to Pan Long: "No, no, no, no, in the next literati, I don't understand martial arts, I don't know martial arts." ”

Pan Long dodged the attack of Liu Bei and his people, it was really like dancing, the movements were irregular, but it also had a bit of beauty, he felt that it was not a leader at all to fight like this, and he couldn't finish the fight until the New Year, so he quietly made a decision in his heart, first get Liu Bei's two uncles out, after all, the martial arts of these two people are not very good, these two people may have a hand in business, and the martial arts are too unsatisfactory.

So he saw the opportunity, "chua_chua" came to the chest of Liu Bei's uncle and brother twice, and the two flew out on their backs, and fell so much that the four buttocks hurt terribly, screaming in pain, as if they didn't plan to get up, no treachery, these two businessmen knew that this fight was meaningless, and they didn't want to waste time, so they simply didn't get up half-lying.

As soon as Liu Bei's two eldest brothers were defeated, the double-strand sword seemed to be wielding more vigorously, people fought for a breath, Buddha fought for a pillar of incense, Liu Bei seemed to want to fight for a breath, and cut off a few of Pan Long's hairs several times, Pan Long felt that Liu Bei's swordsmanship was really first-class, but it was a pity that in this Three Kingdoms era, it was still a long-pole thing that had an advantage.

Pan Long felt that Zhao Yun should be the next one to be out, seeing his gentian bright silver spear swishing left and right, his moves seemed to have a great background, and he joked while fighting: "Zilong, the marksmanship is good!" ”

Zhao Yun saw that eighty times had passed, and even Pan Long's hair was not touched, so he held a sullen breath in his heart, usually he made moves with people, at most thirty times, the other party was going to be in a losing situation, I didn't want Pan Long but there was no weakness to be found, and I heard Pan Long get cheap and praise him obediently, and immediately said: "That's natural, today you will definitely lose!" "After that, the gun is thrown more vigorously.

Pan Long was dodging the attacks of Guan Yu and Liu Bei, and the corners of his mouth did not forget to show a shallow smile, and said in his heart: Zilong, I'm sorry!

Thinking of this, Pan Long saw Zhao Yun stabbing with a gun, and stretched out his hand at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and shouted: "Borrow a gun!" "A gentian bright silver spear that robbed Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun couldn't believe that the scene in front of him was true, he asked himself that his gun had been integrated with his people, no one in this world could take the gun away from him, unless he died, but now it was obviously taken away, and then he was stunned for dozens of seconds, Pan Long took advantage of his stunned moment, and kicked him directly in the heart, he did not fly out on his back, but took a few steps back, and was stunned, and did not seem to intend to continue fighting, he seemed to have no gun as if he had no soul, and he was still thinking about how Pan Long took his gun away.

Pan Long had a seventy-two catties of gentian bright silver spear in his hand, and his waist pole hardened, Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue knife slashed over, and Pan Long blocked it back like a firewood stick.

Guan Yu was also stunned, and said in his heart: "Why is this kid's strength suddenly so great?" ”

Pan Long felt that Liu Bei should be the next out, with the gentian bright silver gun, the double-strand sword was like a toy for a three-year-old child in Pan Long's eyes

Like a sword, you can block it back with your eyes closed.

was fighting, Pan Long pretended to pick Liu Bei with a gun, but suddenly there was a sweeping leg under his feet, which caught Liu Bei off guard, and his body fell with an unbalanced "knock-" sound.

Pan Long originally thought that Liu Bei would retreat from this fall, but he didn't expect Liu Bei to be full of strength, grit his teeth, and jumped up again, and together he danced towards Pan Long with a double-strand sword, and his skill had been used up to seventy.

Pan Long thought to himself: Liu Bei, you are still a shoe seller, you will not be ashamed to accept it when you see it, the longer you lose, the more ugly you lose, and I am afraid that you will not be able to save face when the time comes.

Pan Long wanted to say it, but he couldn't say it, he felt that Liu Bei was too uninteresting, and he knew that he was not an opponent, so he still held on.

Pan Long was helpless, he could only pour the gentian bright silver spear, and while Liu Bei was not paying attention, he suddenly picked up his double-strand sword and flew away, but Liu Bei was extremely angry, and picked up the double-strand sword again, shouting: "Come again!" Then he jumped back into the battle and slashed Pan Long.

Pan Long looked at it, ahhh This Liu Bei is really persevering, this can't beat him, it seems that he is on the same page with me this time!

Pan Long felt that Liu Bei would not give up until he reached the Yellow River, did not cry when he saw the coffin, did not hit the south wall and did not look back, and thought: Uncle Liu Huang, since you don't want to give you face, then Lao Tzu is not welcome.

When Pan Long thought of this, he gritted his teeth and decided to give Liu Bei some color.

Zhang Fei was already a little powerless, he was dizzy by the railway, Qian Huai, Zhou Jian, Han Qing, and finally the four people finally restrained Zhang Fei, Qian Huai's pig-killing knife was on Zhang Fei's neck, and the big iron gun of the railway was pointed at Zhang Fei's throat, Zhou Jian and Han Qing were two people, one pressed Zhang Fei's leg to prevent him from playing his legs, Zhang Fei struggled desperately on the ground, and seemed unwilling to admit defeat.

But the situation has been decided, Zhang Fei was just so angry that his neck was thicker, but he didn't say anything, and the last few people slowly let him go, he didn't mean to make a comeback, he was so tired that he stuck out his tongue like a pug, and he was about to collapse if he beat again.