Lei Gong howled with two hundred cavalry and rushed across the bridge over the ditch.

Not far away, the figures of Dong Li and others loomed, looking very panicked. After crossing a mountain beam, he disappeared without a trace. Lei Gong didn't even think about it, and kept urging the Yellow Turban Lux behind him to speed up.

After crossing the mountain beam, there seems to be no way out.

There was a sparse forest in front of it, and you could faintly see the figures swaying, and there was a very faint noise.

It sounds like a quarrel, and presumably those people have also found themselves in a dead end.

Lei Gong was overjoyed, and the big iron spear waved in the air, "The thief can't run anymore, chase, follow me to catch up, kill the thief, and reward ten gold." ”

Ten gold was not a small amount at that time, and the Yellow Turban wrestlers immediately became excited, and rushed towards the sparse forest with Lei Gong.

One hundred steps...... Sixty steps......

The sound in the sparse forest suddenly disappeared, and even the figure that had been shaking before was gone.

"Rush, rush in!"

Lei Gong didn't notice anything wrong, and still rushed forward with people. Fifty steps, thirty steps......

Seeing that he was about to enter the sparse forest, suddenly a thunderclap came from the forest.

A flash of black light whistled and flew towards Lei Gong. That Lei Gong was quick with his eyes and raised his spear to move forward. Just listen to the crisp sound of the bell echoing in the air, and the strong power contained in the black light really makes Lei Gong's hands numb. However, a two-foot throwing gun fell into the snow.

"Lei Gong, take your life!"

Almost as soon as the spear appeared, a horse rushed out of the woods.

roared on the horse, like a thunderbolt exploding in Lei Gong's ears. His hands were still numb here, and Lei Gong was startled by the roar. It was too late, it was too late, and a huge, round iron ball smashed towards Lei Gong.

There are countless diamond-shaped mirrors on the iron ball, which refract dazzling light in the sunlight.

Lei Gong's head was still a little confused, his hands were still a little numb, and when he saw the sledgehammer flying over, he instinctively raised his spear again and picked it out.

This time, it wasn't so lucky!

The iron spear is indeed picked on the sledgehammer, but it seems to be picking a mountain. The sledgehammer was still attacking fiercely, and when I heard a snap, the armor on Lei Gong's chest was smashed into pieces, and the entire chest was smashed into the body.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lei Gong fell backwards.

At this time, the war horse also rushed over. The moment the two horses made a mistake, a cold light swept by, and Lei Gong's head was cut off. The headless corpse fell to the ground, and a fountain of blood spurted out of its neck, instantly staining the ground red.

Those 200 Yellow Turban wrestlers are still confused!

Lei Gong, who is known for his bravery and is called a butcher by the Yellow Turban wrestlers in private, was actually beheaded in one round?

Moreover, there is only one person on the other side, but there are more than 200 people on his side, isn't this guy afraid of death?

Only then did the Yellow Turban wrestlers see each other's appearance clearly. He was nine feet tall when he jumped off the horse, born with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face was bronze, his slender eyes were always half-squinted, his nose was wide, and his hair was slightly yellow, like a lion's mane, which looked particularly dazzling. One hand is a sledgehammer weighing more than eighty pounds, and the other hand is holding a horse sword.

Like a monster, they rushed over, the sword of the horse was like lightning, and the golden hammer of the urn was like thunder.

The hammer and sword were intertwined, and more than a dozen yellow turban wrestlers who rushed to the front were hit by the sword and hammered in the blink of an eye, and fell off their horses.

Blood splattered on the monster's jet-black armor, a strange dark red.

The crotch dismounted was like a dragon going out to sea, jumping and biting, kicking and bumping. The mounts of the Yellow Turban wrestlers are ordinary war horses, and they seem to be very afraid of this horse and keep retreating. A few horses wanted to go up to compete, but the war horse was trampled on the leg with its hooves back, and with a click, the war horse knelt on the ground with a terrible neigh, and the yellow turban wrestler on the horse also fell to the ground.

Before they could stand up, the horses around them knocked them over.

The horse's hooves circled, and several yellow turban wrestlers were trampled in a blur of flesh and blood in the howl of pain.

However, these Yellow Turban wrestlers are indeed well-trained. After experiencing the initial chaos, he immediately calmed down and launched a counterattack. It's just that the opponent is so fierce that no one can walk in front of him for a round.

The sledgehammer is like a post of Lord Yama hooking the soul, as long as it is stained, it will die, and if it touches it, it will die.

The remaining half-dead were also trampled to death by the horses. Half a pillar of incense, two hundred cavalry fell a quarter.

However, the Yellow Turban Lux did not flinch, and still attacked the opponent frantically.

No matter how good you are, you are a person. There are more than 100 people on our side, is it possible that we can't beat you to death, and we can't kill you tired?

According to the average person's mind, there is nothing wrong with this.

It's a pity that they are facing a guy who was born very unique. Dong Li saw that these yellow turban wrestlers were not dispersed, and their strength was indeed constantly being consumed. The murderous spirit in his heart suddenly burst out, and he suddenly shouted. The Yellow Turban Lux, who was relatively close to him, could clearly hear a strange crackling sound coming from this monster.

With a nimble flip of the wrist, the mechanism on the sledgehammer is released.

There was a sound in Hua Lengling, and the two-zhang long chain was revealed. With one arm exerted, Dantian held his breath and suddenly roared. The sledgehammer of more than ninety pounds was wheeled up with a snort. The two-foot-long iron chain was covered with barbed blades, and the hammer swept by, and it was even more irresistible. The sledgehammer got faster and faster, bringing snow flying all over the ground.

Blood, snow, and the smashed flesh mixed together and flew in the air.

At the same time, a shout came from behind the Yellow Turban Lux: "The thief is gone, your grandfather is here!" ”

More than a dozen halberds flew out, taking the lives of seven or eight Yellow Turban wrestlers.

A man who looked like a tiger straddled Xiliang's high-headed horse, followed by a dozen trolls from behind.

was already frightened by Dong Li's death, Dian Wei appeared with this group of new forces, which made the Yellow Turban Lux panic suddenly.

I couldn't figure out how many people there were on the other side, and the Yellow Turban wrestlers fled in all directions.

And Dong Yan suddenly let go, and the sledgehammer that was already round flew out with a roar. Four or five backward Yellow Turban wrestlers were entangled in iron chains, and the barbed blades on the chains cut the armor on their bodies, and a series of screams sounded, and they were taken off their horses by the inertia of the hammer, and they were already covered in bruises when they rolled together, and they saw that the qi entering was getting less and less, and the qi coming out was getting weaker and weaker.

The sledgehammer left his hand, and Dong Yan held the sword with both hands and killed from behind.

This creates a very strange situation, where the large number is routing and the small number is hunting.

A dozen men saw that they were about to flee the battlefield, but they were chased by spears and pinned to the ground.

In this battle, the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

Dong Li sat proudly on his horse, with a horizontal knife on the saddle bridge, watching Dian Wei lead the trolls to carry out the final battlefield cleanup.

A yellow turban wrestler attracted Dong Li's attention!

That guy's face is like the bottom of a pot, and the black makes people feel frightened. With a hinged door knife in his hand, standing with three trolls, he turned out to be inferior. Dong Li's eyes narrowed, and he said in his heart: This is a good hand, who is it?

I'm very interested in the man with a face full of steel needles and iron whiskers.

Dong Yan suddenly shouted: "Troll, continue to chase and kill, this man is handed over to me!" ”

The sword and horse were united, and the voice sounded, and the dragon had already rushed towards the black-faced man. The trolls dispersed very tacitly, and regardless of what would happen to the guy, they turned around and continued to chase and kill the fleeing Yellow Turban Warriors. As fast as the dragon horse, the trolls had just dispersed, and before the man could breathe, he had already rushed over. The sword of the horse was strangely transferred from the ribs to the left hand.

The two horses looked at each other, and Dong Yan shouted: "Splitting the mountain!" ”

The sword fell on the head, as fast as lightning. Although the black-faced man was a little panicked, his reaction was extremely agile, and he raised his hand and raised his knife to block it.

Clang!

People borrow horses, and horses borrow people's might.

This was an ordinary, unfettered slam blow, which shook the black-faced man's throat and cracked the tiger's mouths in both hands.

"Combo!"

The mountain splitting style is just the beginning, but the real lore is behind.

The horse's head staggered, and the elephant dragon suddenly shook its head and hit the head of the opponent's war horse. The horse neighed and nearly knocked the black-faced man off the horse. As soon as he stabilized his mount, the mountain-splitting triple hit arrived. Brush brush, slash with three knives, and the black-faced man can no longer grasp the weapon. I couldn't keep up with it in one breath, and blood spurted out of my mouth. The moment the second horse pedaled by mistake, Dong Li lightly stretched his ape arm, grabbed the belt around the man's waist, and shouted: "Give me down!" ”

The black-faced man was dragged off his horse, and after the master had left, the horse had run two or three paces, and then fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth. It turned out that in the moment of confrontation just now, Dong Li's huge force had been so powerful that the war horse could not bear it.

Reined in the horse, and the sword was slashed on the shoulder of the black-faced man.

The cold chill made the black-faced man finally sober up. raised his head and glared at Dong Li, and shouted sadly: "Ugly ghost, you can't die well!" ”

Why do ugly people always scold others for being ugly?

Is it due to psychological inferiority? Dong Li sometimes can't figure it out. At least he never scolded people and ugly ghosts, at most he was jealous of those very handsome little white faces. Scolding is not good, scolding is a symbol of no quality.

The spine of the sword slammed into the face of the black-faced man, who spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth and a few teeth.

Dong Yan smiled coldly, "Man, what's your name?" There are not many people who can stop me from dying. ”

"Kill me, I will never surrender!"

Dong Li looked up to the sky and laughed, "Man, you are too self-inflicted. When did I want you to surrender? It's just that you are still brave, much more powerful than that **** Lei Gong. So I'm going to put a tombstone on you after killing you. ”

"Huh?"

The black-faced man was really speechless at this moment, and his face burned purple.

It turned out that people didn't want him to surrender at all! I knew this was the case, what kind of hero to pretend to be! It's better to slip away in the first place.

However, even if you die, you can't lose your dignity, the dignity of a warrior.

The black-faced man wiped the blood from his mouth, and said without fear: "A certain family does not change its name, it does not change its surname, its surname is Zhou, and its single name is a warehouse." Your Uncle Zhou Cang Zhou is me! ”

Anyway, as soon as he dies, he simply dies beautifully.

After the black-faced man finished speaking, he saw Dong Yan suddenly lean down and slap him fiercely on his neck.

The pain hit, and the head became more and more foggy. Zhou Cang was still thinking before he fainted: Lao Tzu was really wronged, just died?

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I suddenly found out that today is the thirtieth......

I ask for a monthly pass in the next goodbye, I don't know if it's possible?

For the bugs raised by everyone, I have carefully read them below and recorded them. It's just that I've been busy saving manuscripts for the past two days and don't have time to make detailed revisions, so please forgive me.