The unbelievable scene that had just happened made Liu Chan stunned and stammered, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Thinking that he was dreaming, Liu Chan pinched his thigh vigorously, but the pain was abnormal.

It's incredible!

The impression given to Liu Chan by the historical materials and novels of the Three Kingdoms in later generations is that Pang Degong, Huang Chengyan, Zhuge Liang, Sima Hui, Sima Yi, Pang Tong and others are all literati, who can only listen to the piano and taste tea, chant poems against each other, strategize and give advice. There is no power to catch chickens, and the literary quality is polite, not to mention that it is not the strength of martial arts.

However, Liu Chan thought about it, and the Three Kingdoms were originally the era of high martial arts. In addition to the world's well-known Lu Bu, Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Dian Wei, Ma Chao and other gods of war, martial saints, and fierce generals whose martial arts are world-famous, they have reached the peak and are invincible. It is not surprising that literati have martial arts. Because ancient Confucianism required students to master the "six arts", that is, the six basic talents: etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. etiquette, etiquette (i.e., moral education today); music, music; archery, archery skills (physical exercise, character cultivation); the art of driving a horse-drawn carriage; calligraphy, calligraphy (modern literature); Numbers, algorithms (now mathematics).

This is so fun, the plot reversal is too unexpected, it is really a mountain and a water, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. However, this is also too dangerous, even the scholars of Si Siwen have martial arts, it is simply a trap everywhere, it is impossible to prevent it, and there is no way to avoid it.

"I didn't expect Brother Pang to be a hidden martial arts master! It's really fun. Sima Hui smiled cruelly and pounced on Pang Degong.

"On the deep hidden, the old brother of the world said that it was the second, and no one dared to say the first. Compared with you, the old man is willing to bow down. Pang Degong smiled, stood up, and greeted Sima Hui unhurriedly.

With an incredible look, Liu Chan watched the fight on the field intently, only to see that the two had already fought together, one gray and one blue, and the two light clusters were intertwining back and forth, and there was no figure in sight.

"Young master, be careful, hide quickly." Zhao Yun alone resisted Sima Zhi and Bu Lianying, and the cold light of the Qingyu Sword shone brightly, shrouding the two of them in light and shadow.

The sword aura stretches, like the catkins that pass through the morning light in early spring, fluttering and sprinkling, falling and colorful, one after another, brilliant as splendor; The fine light is brilliant, and it is like a ray of colorful glow falling into the sunset in late autumn, bright and moving, red and long, maple leaves flying, and the autumn breeze is bleak.

The four of them rolled up a huge wave of qi, stirring up the things in the stone cave, floating everywhere, and it was a mess.

Between a few rounds of "crackling", Sima Hui and Pang Degong had already slapped each other a few times, and the huge sound shook the air, as if an earthquake and tsunami had occurred, making people feel like a flat boat on the stormy waves, and they couldn't help themselves.

Here, Zhao Yun had forced Sima Zhi and Bu Lianying to retreat, and they were in danger, and they had no power to fight back.

Sima Zhi's left shoulder was not bandaged and he used too much force, and the blood gushed like a spring, staining his clothes red.

Zhao Yunji hung on Liu Chan, afraid that he would be in danger, and in a hurry, the tiger roared, rose up with divine might, the sword qi was even sharper, and Sima Zhi had a few more wounds on his body.

Because of his good handling, Bu Lianying was unscathed and unharmed.

Sima Zhi screamed again and again, his hair was scattered, he was embarrassed, like a mad tiger, he frantically rushed towards Zhao Yun, but his skills were not as good as others, but he was helpless against the enemy.

Seeing that his son was injured again and again, Sima Hui's heart was like a knife, and he strengthened the offensive, but Pang Degong's strength was too strong to shake for a while.

Sima Hui was in a hurry, biting his tongue, and a mouthful of salty blood flowed to his stomach.

Sima Hui Yungong forced the blood to the five internal organs, the eight veins of the strange meridians, the skill increased greatly, and as soon as the internal strength was released, the coat bulged.

This is Sima Hui's 'bloodthirsty gong', which is an evil exercise. As long as you suck blood, you can destroy stronger power in a short time. But it will hurt the internal organs.

Sima Hui was overjoyed, chattered and laughed wildly, and his gray robe was like a huge bat, rolling up thousands of stormy waves and raging waves.

"Phew!" He turned his palm into a fist, shouted, jumped forward, and struck Pang Degong with all his strength.

Pang Degong didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and when he saw Sima Hui hurting the killer and tying up his horse, he had to use all his strength, his big sleeves fluttered, and he greeted him with his palm.

Under the fists and palms, a loud sound of "Peng" broke out, and both of them snorted, each took three steps back, and fell to the ground.

Pang Degong's face was pale, his expression was dejected, his eyes were blank, and a trace of red blood was clearly oozing from the corners of his mouth, obviously because he was not lightly injured.

Liu Chan was shocked, and hurriedly ran over to support Pang Degong, his eyes were red, and he asked eagerly, "Pang Gong, are you okay?" How do you feel? ”

Huang Chengyan was furious and was about to attack Sima Hui, but Pang Degong waved his hand at him, signaling him not to act rashly.

Huang Chengyan understood, glanced at Sima Hui hatefully, ran over and sat on the ground behind Pang Degong, put his hands on Pang Degong's back, and used his skills to heal his wounds.

After a while, beads of sweat began to appear on Pang Degong's forehead, and layers of thin mist like cicada wings began to rise on his head, winding and rising, and his face began to be rosy.

Liu Chan saw that Pang Degong had improved a lot, so he relieved himself and raised his eyes to look at Sima Hui.

Sima Hui's condition was not much better, I saw that his hair was messy, his face was like ashes, his expression was depressed, and the corners of his mouth were oozing blood.

It turned out that Sima Hui was also hit by Pang Degong and almost vomited blood, but he forcibly swallowed it. He saw that Pang Decheng was healing, and he had no time to care about it, so he hurriedly began to heal his wounds. But he didn't dare to close his eyes, but only stared at the fight between Zhao Yun, Sima Zhi, and Bu Lianying.

At this time, Sima Zhi's situation in the field was not optimistic, although Youbu Lianying tried his best to resist, but he was still forced by Zhao Yun's sword to be in a hurry, unable to cope, and his body was hit hard, and he couldn't help but be ashamed and angry.

Especially in front of the woman he loves, not only can he not protect himself, but he also needs a woman to protect himself, and he has no face at all.

Sima Zhi was killed by Zhao Yun to the end of his rope, and the trapped beast was still fighting, desperately resisting, and couldn't help but feel sad.

"Father hurried to help me, the child is about to be overwhelmed." Sima Zhi wailed.

Seeing that the situation was urgent, Sima Hui took advantage of the blood to get into his stomach, regardless of the damage to his body, and carried out the 'bloodthirsty evil skill', and his whole body strength was also raised to a higher level.

"The thief is going to be rampant, and Sima Hui is coming." Sima Hui roared, flicked his gray robe, his sleeves fluttered, and struck at Zhao Yun with a wave of his palm.

"Good time!" Zhao Yun was able to kill, roared, and quickly took out the iron fan, the left fan and the right sword, the iron fan flew like a frightened phoenix, and the sword light was as delicate as a dragon.

One will fan the vertical sword, and the other will fan the horizontal sword, staggered with each other, flying up and down, forming an insurmountable iron curtain.

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