As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, how can two feet run over four feet?

However, in more than two minutes, Hong Ji was caught up by Cao Cao.

The movements of the two, especially Hong Ji's extremely sassy golden helmet and golden armor, attracted Zhang Jiao's attention.

"There are less than 40,000 of our army left, and the enemy still has 15,000 elite 4 battalions.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiao, who was holding a winning ticket, stretched out his right hand in the direction of Hong Ji, and if you look closely, a few centimeters in front of your right palm will reveal a book with a transparent body.

Between the minds, there is a thunderbolt floating in the palm of the hand.

Burst!

Although Zhang Jiao used the "Taiping Technique" to perform immortal arts, but after all, it is not a power that people can control, stealing immortal arts for people to use, they will be punished by heaven, at this moment the power of counterattack finally came, and a mouthful of blood surged up from the abdomen.

Zhang Jiaoqiang, whose face was pale, lifted his spirit, gritted his teeth and used the palm thunder, and then added a protective shield to himself, he could no longer suppress the power of the backlash and fainted.

As Zhang Jiao fell unconscious, the cloud that held him up also lost its source and gradually dissipated.

In the short time that the cloud qi dissipated, the palm thunder had already crossed a distance that was not too far away and rushed straight to Hong Ji.

Coincidentally, there is no book, and between pulling with Hong Ji, Cao Cao blocked between the palm thunder and Hong Ji, and the palm thunder that would not bend went straight to Cao Cao.

There was no roar, no explosion, not even the slightest wave, just like snowflakes falling on the river, disappearing without a trace, and even Hong Ji and Cao Cao, who were the parties concerned, didn't know that there was such a thing.

"General, you can't withdraw, you must pay a great price for using such a demon technique, otherwise you won't have to use the second technique after more than a month of war with Lu Zhi!"

"It's just your guess, what if he can still use spells? Do you want to use your life? ”

Yes! In an instant, there were exclamations and shouts from the Yellow Turban Array.

Hong Ji, Cao Cao and others looked back, only to see Zhang Jiao in the air falling straight to the ground.

Rumble!

The loud sound of a lonely fall is a declaration that everyone has a clear heart: the decisive battle is coming.

"Grass, brothers, the time has come for revenge and revenge! Kill! ”

Seeing this, Lu Zhi's face was overjoyed, and he immediately gave the order for a general attack, and immediately drummed loudly.

"I'm grass Nima!"

Hong Ji saw the opportunity, and immediately pounced on the Yellow Turban Lux who was holding his opening axe to kill the Quartet.

As soon as the dizzy head of the Yellow Turban Lux came to his senses, he was hit by a bombardment and a stormy boxing.

After hitting hard for a minute, he suddenly felt that there was a strong force coming from his lower body, and then the whole person flew into the air.

Rumble!

Hong Ji, whose head rushed to the ground, instantly felt that the entire sky had lost its color, and fell into a dark dead silence.

Rumble!

Suddenly, he felt a heavy object fall on his abdomen, and the huge impact instantly squeezed out all the air in his abdomen with the remnants.

Burst! Disgusting things squirt out of the mouth without money.

This is not over, the heavy object pressed Hong Ji's abdomen tightly, not to mention, and a fist rained down on Hong Ji's face, and he started plastic surgery for free.

Pain, nausea, shock, all kinds of emotions are intertwined in the consciousness of Hong Ji is and awakened.

Finally, the yellow turban wrestler felt that he had tortured him enough, and picked up the steel knife beside him, revealing a hideous smile.

At this time, the recovery of the third order of the Gundam made Hong Ji sober up without being punched, and looking at the steel knife that was about to swing, fear, unwillingness, and anger swept through his body.

Hong Ji felt that there was a fire burning all over his body.

"Ahh ……”

He yelled, he tried hard to break free from the Yellow Turban Lux that was pressing on his abdomen, but it didn't work, he wasn't a Super Saiyan, he wouldn't transform out of anger, and those many emotions only exposed his vulnerability.

"Is this the end of it?"

Legend has it that people will quickly recall their lives when they are about to die, Hong Ji failed to recall his life, but recalled the regrets of his life: touched, kissed, but did not grass He Yan.

"Grass?" Thinking of this, Hong Ji's eyes lit up.

He used all his strength to make the monkey steal the peach.

"Ahh ……”

The Yellow Turban Lux, who didn't frown even with a gun through his chest, howled in pain, and you can imagine how heavy Hong Ji's attack was.

But Hong Ji is not a soft-hearted master, he desperately grabbed the peach, and used all his strength, "Brush!" With a thud, he plucked the peaches from the peach tree.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Hong Ji picked up the steel knife that fell to the ground in pain and was about to do a good deed, but when he was in pain, a figure rushed to him with lightning speed and stealing the bell.

Ignoring the pain of the back of the knife on his face, he glanced at the battlefield and found that the 10,000 new troops he brought were killed by the golden wrestlers.

If it weren't for the efforts of Cao Cao and his subordinate generals, it would have been a rout, but even so, defeat would be a matter of time.

It's just that Hong Ji is no longer in the mood to care about things on the battlefield, after all, nothing is more important than his own life.

Just when Hong Ji was observing the repetition of his nakedness fantasy tricks, the Yellow Turban Lux who sneaked up on Hong Ji rushed over without half a point of stagnation.

Although it is just an ordinary basic knife move, a slash and a slash are like a tiger out of the cage, brave and powerful, and every move shows the true meaning of the knife.

"It's a pity that my magic weapon is not there, and the BMW Fuyun is not there. If there's a treasure here, why fear it? ”

But the reality didn't allow him to think too much, and when he saw that he didn't have a chance to perform his stunts, he ran away.

It's just that the yellow turban wrestler is not an ordinary person, and when he jumps high on a basketball stand, he rushes up and stabs a rampaging bicycle.

Under the acceleration, the steel knife with its back against the arm is like the arm blade of a praying mantis, handsome and hideous.

Feeling a knife in the back of his head, he hit the ground with his ass.

Fortunately, these days I have been pampered, my body has been a little blessed, and the effect of gravity has become stronger, and I sat on the ground at once.

Bang!

The Hong Chicken sitting on the ground was like a road post, and suddenly tripped over the Yellow Turban Lux running at high speed.

After hearing a loud bang, the Yellow Turban Lux slammed his head into the ground.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Lux pouting his ass and holding his hands to pull out the head that had hit the ground, Hong Ji picked up an ownerless sword on the ground and rushed over.

"Konoha Thousand Years Kill!"

"Ahh ……”

The voice was miserable, the soul trembled, and the air trembled through the great earthquake. Near the battlefield, hearing the painful sound that penetrated deep into the soul, they all turned their eyes to Hong Ji.