After Hao Zhao left, Zhang Wenjie sighed secretly. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Bu don't blame me, in troubled times, human life is like a dog. Either you kill me, or I kill you. Besides, there is no good end for you, history has already demonstrated. I don't want to die, I'm Zhang Wenjie, no, from now on I'm Zhang Liao, Zhang Liao is me. Zhang Liao, if you sense it, bless me. Don't let me fall for the prestige you deserve. After a moment of cranky thought.

Zhang Liao began to sort out the armor and meters. I took a look at the bronze mirror, and the face was in his 30s, born with a length of seven buckets, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a wide face, sitting and standing, not angry and mighty. Zhang Chi slowly came to the southeast corner and took down the treasure knife. With a few waves of his hand, he pulled a trick, and the light of the practice appeared in the air.

knives, sharp; Arm, strong and powerful.

Walking out of the tent, the two were already standing with a native soldier each. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two native soldiers turned their heads at the same time, arched their hands and shouted to meet the general, the general went out? "I was studying the knife outside the tent." Outside the tent, the torrential rain had gradually stopped, and occasionally small raindrops fell on the tent, and its sound was particularly crisp. There was already a layer of stagnant water on the road, and dead branches, fallen leaves, and foam appeared on the stagnant water. It looked muddy in the light of the tent gap.

A drop of rain that fell from the sky. It was dripping on Zhang Liao's face, splashing a piece. The cold feeling made him feel relieved. Zhang Liao tightened the steel knife in his hand. I thought of Second Brother Guan. Three strokes of the knife method, especially the knife plan, later generations of people for this special study of Guan Yu knife method, the honorific title of Guan three knife. Slowly recalled Zhang Liao's own knife skills. Derive, 'fast'. I remember that there is a classic line in later generations, there is no strong martial arts in the world, only fast and unbreakable.

"Bah", the knife pierced the void, "Bah", suddenly descended, its momentum was like electricity, like Mount Tai pressing the top, tearing the air, emitting a sharp and piercing roar. Then it flies up and down, endlessly, like turbulent waves.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Liao felt that the time was almost up. Put away the knife, put it under the ribs, turn around, and return to the account.

"The general is good at swordsmanship", "Well, come to the basin of water"... After washing, Zhang Liao sat quietly behind the desk, his face sinking like water. In fact, my heart was pounding, nervous, excited, trembling, and there was a trace of longing and anticipation. Tensions are coming ...