Li Le himself is used to being arrogant on weekdays, where can he see others arrogant, and he is still a hairy boy on the other side.

However, the young man in front of him seemed to be very powerful, tall and solid, and the silver spear in his hand was dyed with the blood red of the remnant sun, and it looked very sharp. This is the capital that he disdains?

But Li Le has even more disdainful capital, but there are hundreds of brothers around him to support him, how can he be afraid.

Li Le learned from the appearance of the person who came, and let out a contemptuous laugh,

"Who's coming, report your name?"

The silver spear boy put the spear in front of him, shook his hand slightly, and shook off a few drops of bright red on the gun.

"Wu Nai Xi Liang Ma Chao is also!"

Fortunately, he is not a famous general, at least Li Le has not heard his name, and Li Le laughs even more.

Ma Chao was puzzled and asked Li Le angrily,

"Why are thieves laughing?!"

"A certain laughing boy is a nobody, he dares to come to fight in the camp of a thousand armies, so inconsiderable, it makes people laugh off their big teeth!"

Li Le laughed, the yellow scarf also laughed, and the overwhelming laughter was several times more turbulent than the Yellow River.

The monstrous laughter of the yellow scarf is mixed with an alternative voice, and this laughter is very young.

Li Le put the big knife on his shoulder and issued an ultimatum to Ma Chao,

"What are you laughing at? Isn't a certain scared silly? Hurry up and abandon the gun and kneel, and a certain Xing will let you live. ”

Ma Chao lowered his head and stared at the gun in his hand affectionately, no one saw his eyes, no one noticed his eyes, he shook his head and made the final decision.

"Then the general is going to take it, my gun is not light, it is very heavy!"

Ma Chao threw the spear in his hand gently, and it churned in the blood-colored air in a strange way, and the blood on the gun had long since coagulated and no longer flowed.

It chirps unwillingly, buzzing, revealing its thirst for fresh blood.

Li Le was overjoyed, and without wasting his strength, he captured another general, and it seemed that he was expected to receive the merit, and his new mount was already galloping towards him.

"The kid knows the times, this gun, so-and-so will accept it, your little life, so-and-so will stay for the time being!"

He stepped forward and wanted to put away the silver spear that was still in the air, but he still couldn't see the sneer on the corner of Ma Chao's mouth.

The cool evening breeze blew through the withered yellow trees, and the ruined leaves wanted to fly away with the autumn wind, but they were cruelly thrown down and fell helplessly towards the earth.

The road was long, and Fallen Leaves saw two completely different eyes.

One person was complacent and smiling.

One person looked at each other coldly, murderous.

The dead leaf was very afraid of the murderous eyes, it subconsciously floated to the other side, the falling leaves blocked Li Le's eyes, blocking his vision, Li Le didn't have time to appreciate the momentary elegance of the falling leaves, because at this moment, he felt the breath of death.

He subconsciously jumped backwards hard, and the big knife on his shoulder slashed down vigorously, and the clinking sound made the yellow turban crows around him silent.

The fallen leaves returned to the arms of Mother Earth safely, and Li Le and Yellow Turban looked at the person in the crowd, their anger had been ignited, and they burst into a surge of killing intent.

Li Le was still a little frightened, and glanced at the knife in his hand, it was trembling, not knowing whether he was eager or afraid.

"The whole army obeys the order, besieges and kills this person, and will never let it go!"

Li Le roared loudly, which can be regarded as emboldening himself. The yellow turban also let out a battle cry, they hadn't fought for a long time, and the battle intent that had accumulated in their hearts had already overflowed, and at this moment, the cold battle intent all erupted, turning into a battle cry, resounding through the mountains and the Yellow River, almost scaring off the sunset.

"I didn't expect that it was already evening, the sun was setting, and the soldiers in this village outside the city were still training so hard, it seems that I can't lose to them, General Xu, let's practice a little longer, okay?"

"Everything is from the will of the young master."

Zhang Yu vigorously lifted the iron sword in his hand and tirelessly slashed at the tree in front of him, he cut hard, but only left a shallow trace on the tree.

"Young master, you should be like this when you hold your sword, and you should be so hard when you slash."

Xu Huang held the branch in his hand, gave Zhang Yu a demonstration, and slashed towards the big tree, with a loud noise, leaving a deep trace on the trunk, the big tree couldn't stand Xu Huang's strength, and the fallen leaves fell like its tears.

Zhang Yu looked at Xu Huang with only admiration in his eyes, when would he be able to look like a real general.

Thinking back to the action that Xu Huang had just taught, Zhang Yu once again swung the sword in his hand and slashed a beautiful blow.

"General Xu, how is this time?"

Xu Huang looked at the small scratches on the trunk of the tree, a little helpless, it seems that the young master is really not the material for martial arts.

"The young master is still young, it is really rare to have such progress, if you practice diligently, you will definitely be able to get the doorway!"

"Really?"

Xu Huang can't kill the hope of the young master, nod,

"My subordinates never lied!"

The proud boy once again brandished the weapon in his hand, he had always been so confident.

He was the same.

But he obviously has more self-confidence capital, and he has a reason to be confident.

Ma Chao's gun never stopped, just like his overflowing self-confidence, his gun always overflowed with endless power, repelling one wild wolf after another.

The Yellow Turban fights with his life, one after the other, and does not give the enemy a chance to breathe, this is the consistent tactics of the Yellow Turban, but such a death battle only leaves a scratch on Ma Chao's shoulder, and there is no other result.

Every time the spear was wielded, it would always bring up a gust of wind, rolling up endless fallen leaves, splashing a few bloody flowers, and completely staining the remnant sun at the foot of the mountain.

Dozens of yellow scarves, lying at his feet, saw that General Tiangong had gone.

Li Le felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and his hands were numb.

Just stepped forward to fight with one, three rounds, a slight defeat, five rounds, he has fallen to the ground, seven rounds, the knife in his hand has been discarded, only to save his life.

I really am not this kid's opponent, but Li Le will not give up, win more and less, win without force, it's none of my business, just win if you can!

Embarrassed, he hid in the rear and began to give orders.

"The yellow scarf obeyed the order, a team of men continued to surround and kill, the second team made up for the lack of a team, and the third team retreated outside the circle, so that the stones were hidden and attacked!"

The order has been issued, and the yellow turbans have performed their duties and quickly divided into three formations.

These days, Li Leke has put a lot of effort into training the formation, and the formation has changed so quickly and methodically, this is the result of training, but now is not the time to be proud, Li Le saw that the soldiers were all in place, and then ordered,

"Throw!"

The yellow scarf in the circle, listening to this order, quickly retreated, bowed down, and the besieged Ma Chao was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and the yellow scarf outside the circle seized the opportunity and threw the hidden weapon in his hand hard.

Ma Chao had never seen such a tactic, looking at the flying stones in the sky, he spun the blood-red gun in his hand to protect his body.

"Rush!"

It was another military order, and the yellow scarves in the circle moved forward with all their might, and although some were injured by flying stones, it did not affect them in the slightest to pounce on their prey.

The yellow turban once again approached his prey, and Li Le saw that the time had come, and ordered three times,

"Sa!"

The yellow scarf shook out the thing in his hand vigorously, it was the sand and gravel that he had just picked up on the ground, and in an instant, the dust flew and the sand came into his eyes.

Ma Chao was furious, he didn't expect the yellow scarf to make such a trick, his eyes left tears in pain, he couldn't open them, he couldn't see, he was very unwilling, a tiger roared, and the ancient trees in the forest trembled.

In the darkness, he clung to his spear, flailing, dancing, and reaping.

He is still so confident and arrogant.