"When, when, when......"

The sound of gold and iron resonating was loud, Han Fei danced the three-pointed two-edged spear, hovering around his waist like a butterfly piercing a flower, faster and faster, and fought straight to Wei Xukong's ability to parry, and there was no power to fight back, and even if it was a parry, it was still smashed by the gun from time to time, and the spear that became more and more powerful and heavy was like a flexible monster python in Han Fei's hands.

Leverage your strength!

If Han Fei came to make the gun himself, even if he used the three-pointed two-edged gun in his hand, he would definitely not be able to use such marksmanship, the reason why the power on the gun made Wei Xu so embarrassed, at least, it was not difficult to retreat, it was precisely because the gun borrowed Wei Xu's power, and there was more than one, one by one, although each shot was not superimposed a lot, but the accumulation was already very amazing.

For now, the power of this gun alone, Han Fei has the confidence to be tough with Zhang Fei!

If Wei Xu calms down, with his experience in the battlefield, he may still find a way to deal with it, but unfortunately, at this moment, he is completely confused, and he only has the bone-chilling pain and bitterness in his heart.

A few months ago, Han Fei competed with him, and he could still win more and lose less, even if Han Fei's martial arts had improved, he couldn't win, and he could still protect himself. But now, when the servant took over, it was a big surprise to him, this Han Fei's martial arts were not only a cut above him, it was simply ...... This is only ten up and down, and the big knife in his hand is heavier than the other, and the more powerful he is, so it goes on......

How did he know that Han Fei didn't intend to kill him, otherwise, he would have been shocked to death by the force on the gun!

Han Fei is more and more smooth, the more he fights, there are many unsatisfactory things in the method of using strength to fight on weekdays, and there is a sense of integration, although he did not pick Wei Xu with a shot, but Wei Xu's defeat and retreat fell in the eyes of the Bingzhou army, and it was still a high morale, and it was suddenly a stifle.

On another battlefield, Zhang He and Song Xian collided with each other.

"Who is Zhang He, who dares to block the way of this general? If you don't want to die, get out of the way! Seeing that his friend would suffer an accident at any time, Song Xian didn't have time to accompany Zhang He to talk nonsense here, the spear was a little Zhang He, and his face was disdainful, and he wanted to go around with his horse's head.

It's no wonder that Song Xian is like this, it is really that Zhang He's reputation is not obvious now, even if he picked Yuan Shu's subordinate Li Feng a little bit of a nickname before, but after all, he has not passed the Tiger Prison Pass, and Song Xian naturally has never heard of Zhang He's name.

Moreover, even if he has heard of it, Song Xian, who dares to fight Yan Liang, will never put Zhang He in his eyes.

Although he was beheaded if he didn't have a triple combination.

Zhang He's war horse didn't stop at all, listening to Song Xian's wow-wow-wow, he didn't play, and he didn't say anything, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Song Xian's approach, the spear in his hand was rotten silver, carrying the galloping momentum of the war horse, as if he had the power of ten thousand jun, and the lightning stabbed out.

......Seeing that Zhang He did not retreat, but started without answering, Song Xian was furious and was about to scold a few times, but the second half of the sentence was forced back into his mouth by the violent gun wind on Zhang He's spear, and swallowed back into his stomach. Feeling the power of Zhang He's spear, Song Xian's face changed greatly, his heart sank, he didn't care about saying anything more, and hurriedly sealed the spear.

The connoisseur stretched out his hand and knew if there was one, Zhang He's gun, fast, accurate, steady, and ruthless, all of which suddenly made Song Xian, who was still disdainful, feel bad.

However, the spear is empty!

Song Xian did not find Zhang He's gun as he wished. When looking at the sneer that appeared at the corner of Zhang He's mouth in his sight, Song Xian couldn't help but feel a little creepy. Before he could think about it, the rotten silver spear in Zhang He's hand changed early, and the rapid spear stabbed forward to stop strangely, and with a shake in his hand, the gun was swept out horizontally, blocking the waist and locking the jade belt, and by the momentum of the war horse, in Song Xian's horrified gaze, he came to the front in the blink of an eye.

Song Xian, who had already seen the power of this style, only thought that the rotten silver in Zhang He's hand was the same as Han Fei's three-pointed two-edged gun, and his eyes were horrified, how could he care about saving Wei Xu, with the experience of his friend, he didn't dare to stop him with a weapon, cold sweat suddenly flowed down, he twisted his body on horseback hard, bent backwards stiffly, and the whole person was lying on horseback.

The barrel of the gun, with a whistling, swept swiftly over the tip of the nose.

Lucky......

Song Xian just had a trace of luck in his heart, and suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his leg, and when he looked at it again, he somehow gave Zhang He a shot in the leg, and the blood was like a spring.

Originally, with Song Xian's martial arts, even if he couldn't fight Zhang He, it would be easy to support more than ten or twenty rounds, but he couldn't die, he was not as good as martial arts, and he had disdain, so he hung flowers as soon as he saw it.

The two horses confronted each other, Song Xianqiang endured the pain in his legs, and his face had long since lost his disdain at the moment, and the only thing left was dignified. He knew that if he didn't get up carefully, Hugh said that he would save his friend, and he was afraid that he would have to catch it himself!

A shot injured Song Xian, Zhang He also raised his eyebrows, flaunted his might, lifted the reins fiercely, neighed at the war horse under his crotch, and the two front legs rose into the air. ”

is really majestic, and Han Feizhi, who is tearing and killing on the side, is envious.

"Maniac, look for death!" Injured first and then humiliated, proud as Song Xian couldn't help but be furious, his head was hot, and he urged the horse to kill again.

At this moment, Hao Meng's exclamation came from his ears, "General Wei, be careful......"

Song Xian couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard this familiar voice, and hurriedly flashed his eyes to look at the battle group next to him, and when he saw it, his face suddenly turned pale.

Seeing his friend Song Xian come to the rescue, Wei Xu's spirit was a little more excited, his courage was a little stronger, and the big knife in his hand was already a little tighter, and he parried Han Fei's continuous attacks with a move, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault, although it was still stormy, but compared to before, at least the gun no longer smashed on his body.

In any case, Wei Xu also withstood the battle array, and he still had some experience, and he began to be stunned, which caused him one after another, but after gradually sobering up, he also found a way to deal with Han Fei's strange weapon.

No guns, only guns!

"Wei Xu, now that your reinforcements are gone, do you still think you can escape with your life?" Seeing that Zhang He stopped Song Xian, Han Fei couldn't help laughing, but he was afraid that Hao Meng and the others would come up again, and if they went out of business, the spear in his hand increased a little bit of strength again, and he made a move to attack. But Wei Xu learned shrewdly, just defensively, but for a while, he couldn't take him.

"Hmph, Han Fei, Wei has to admit that your martial arts have improved, I am not your opponent, but do you really think that you can still help me Wei Xu in a short time?" Feeling the growing strength of the spear, I couldn't stop praying in my heart that Hao Meng and Cao Xing would come to the rescue, but there was no weakness on his lips, and he sneered at each other.

In his heart, he was scolding Cao Xing: Good Cao Xing, aren't you known as a hundred steps through Yang on weekdays? Seeing me Wei someone down, why didn't he shoot a single arrow? If there is a help, I ......

"Really?"

Han Fei sneered, in Wei Xu's stunned eyes, he suddenly slowed down, and in an instant, countless spear flowers appeared, and before Wei Xu could react, the two arms holding the knife were cold, and the stinging pain hit his heart, and he couldn't use any more strength on his two hands, and the big knife "dang" sounded, and he fell to the ground.

The two horses were in the stirrups, Han Fei held the gun in one hand, and grabbed the silk silk on the waist of the dumbfounded Wei Xu with his right hand, and suddenly exerted force, shouting: "You come over to me!" ”

On time, Wei Xu was captured alive by Han Fei!

"I don't want him to die, get out of the way quickly, otherwise, hehe......"