Chapter Fifty-Eight: The enemy is ashamed, and I will take off his clothes

The spear was stabbed, and Gu Lu had two choices at this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The simplest and easiest thing is, of course, a wave of outbreaks, whether it is the explosion of the true qi of the innate martial artist, or the unparalleled dance of the unparalleled general, it can kill the dozens of people who come up. Just like that, it will inevitably consume a lot of power.

On a battlefield where the enemy is outnumbered, once the strength is exhausted, there is only one way to die.

Therefore, he chose a more difficult path - Ping A out. In the midst of this chaotic battle, the spear was a little inconvenient to use, so he simply let go of his right hand and let the spear forged of fine iron fall to the dust.

The sword crossed his right hand, and the sword light flashed, cutting off the heads of the spears one after another. However, if you put it on top, you can't prevent it from below. The war horse under the crotch neighed, and when he looked down, the good horse had been stabbed with two spears, and he couldn't survive.

Gu Lu's heart sank, and before he had time to be sentimental, he was stabbed down by several spears whose heads were broken. He rolled over and fell to the ground, and a thought flashed in his heart: At this time, should I say "Who said that you can't stab someone without a gun?" ”

Seeing Gu Lu being knocked off the horse, the side of the Yellow Turban Army cheered even more enthusiastically. Even Gong Du was also determined in his heart, and Gu left and right laughed and said: "It is said that two fists are difficult to defeat four hands, is this very appropriate today?" ”

Both left and right laughed together. Although these people are all warriors who have survived a hundred battles, they are not crazy people who are not afraid of death at all, and even warmly welcome death. Compared with the glorious death in battle, they still feel that it is better to live.

"He's gone!" Countless people shouted frantically: "Kill him!" ”

"Let's go up together, and cut this thief into meat sauce!"

"Your head, a certain family has taken it!"

"Haha, the first credit this time must be mine!"

All of a sudden, the noise of these people overwhelmed the sound of fighting on the battlefield. Even if the companions in front of us are defeated by the enemy, as long as we kill the opponent's main general, we will still win this battle!

He Yi looked at Gu Lu, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, and her heart was mixed. The happy thing is that this ruthless man who has been pressing on his neck recently has finally hit the street, and the angry thing is that he can't imagine that there are so many brave soldiers under Gong Du's team, if Gu Lu dies, where will the strength of his hundreds of people go next?

Zhou Cang, who was behind the formation, was also shocked, he was really the same person on the outside. Just like his rough looks, he doesn't have so many twists and turns in his heart. Since Gu Lu is identified as the main general, he will fight for him to the end.

As soon as he lifted the reins, he rushed forward. At this time, the two sides were fighting with tens of thousands of horses, scattered over this side of the wilderness. The rear was only a mile or two away from the front line of the battle. If you are galloping, you can only get there in a few breaths.

However, at this moment, things took a new turn.

Being knocked off the horse, for many generals, is tantamount to a big drop in combat effectiveness. The standard equipment of the unparalleled generals, guns, swords, armor, horses, all four are indispensable. The spear and sword are only a general term for long and short weapons, and they don't necessarily mean the same, and it doesn't matter if they are replaced with spears and broadswords.

There are also some generals who will carry bows and arrows on their bodies when they go out into battle, or some masters who are very confident in their own strength will go into battle lightly, but I have never heard of military generals who do not have their own war horses.

How can a general be without a horse?

With this understanding, everyone thought that Gu Lu's combat effectiveness would drop a lot after being knocked off the horse. However, when he was down-to-earth and held a sharp sword, his heart was reassured.

He is not a native of this world, and he has never had the consciousness that he must have a horse as a general. Before gaining the unparalleled power unique to this world, he had been walking on the earth as a warrior for a long time.

In the process of becoming a peerless general, he once worshiped under the door of a master of the Chopping Hall, and systematically cultivated the martial arts of the Zhenpai of the Chopping Hall - "Wind Sword and Frost Sword".

He held his sword in his chest and made a peculiar starting move.

Then there was a howling wind and frost on the ground.

The sword light and sword shadow suddenly bloomed, and the long sword pierced in various magical angles, cutting off the crowd that surrounded them, killing more than twenty people in a row. Unlike the stumps that were torn apart by the Peerless Flurry, the corpses of those killed were intact. There was only a fatal wound in the vital place, and blood gushed out.

Before Gong Du's laughter dissipated, his face was already gloomy.

Why, why is this so? Doesn't it take a period of time to accumulate Peerless Power before you can unleash your special move? He had only been in battle for a while, so why was he already able to make such a powerful move?

Could it be that an immortal warlock blessed him with a secret method? No, these are two completely different forces. After activating the power of the unequaled, it will enter the state of hegemony, exempting all spell effects.

Damn, can't you die honestly?

Gu Lu didn't have any pride now, he had already used the trick of "Wind Sword and Frost Sword" with that move just now. Sure enough, in the end, do you still need to put nirvana? Although consumption has been greatly reduced. But being forced to such a point shows that I am far from enough to work now.

There was a faint pain in his chest and back, and it was in the move just now, but there were still several strong Yellow Turban warriors who hit him with the weapons in their hands. Swords and other weapons are enough, but the armor on the body can still be handled. But those heavy weapons such as hammers and halberds smashed on the body, and they couldn't be ignored.

There was already a hole in the armor, and although this plate armor was amazingly defensive, it could not block heavy blows.

And although the Wind Knife and Frost Sword is amazingly powerful, it does not have the clearing effect of the Peerless Flurry, and several masters who have slipped through the net have already killed him again.

Rushing in front of him was a good hand with a ring head knife, with a yellow scarf wrapped around his head and a scale armor on his body, obviously a big leader in the Yellow Turban Army. Perhaps, it is the general of this phalanx.

"Die!" The man slashed off his head and drank with a majestic look. Gu Lu had some impressions of him, as if he was a famous warrior in the Yellow Turban Army, as if he had said something unconvincing. But that's all about it.

Gong Du slapped his thigh and shouted, "Okay, old Wang........"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Lu had already raised his sword and stabbed the man in half. The sword pierced through the scales of the opponent's body, pierced the heart, and then came out of the back. He didn't block, he didn't dodge much, he just turned sideways and resisted the opponent's head stab with his shoulder blade.

"Dang!" With a metallic crunch, he squatted down with the opponent's strength, trying to reduce the damage as much as possible. Even if the shoulder blade is made of good steel, even if he has made an evasive action, this knife still hurts into the bone marrow.

Gu Lu's face twitched involuntarily, his brows furrowed, and a murderous aura erupted. He drew his sword and slashed off his opponent's head with a backhand. The head of the six suns flew up, and he grabbed the bun on the head with his left hand and held it high, ignoring the fact that the blood was flowing down his arm.

He looked left and right, and made a voice that resounded through the sky, "Enemy general, beg for it!" (To be continued.) )