Ma Yue stood up, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were already frosty, and the back of his right hand holding the knife also raised green tendons, like the hideous scale armor on the back of a crocodile.

"Pick up the steamed buns."

Ma Yue's tone was not sluggish, but there was a faint sense of murder.

It was a yellow turban elite soldier, nearly one meter nine tall, a cut taller than Ma Yue, with a full beard on his face, his eyes were round like copper bells, and his appearance was extremely terrifying, but there was no trace of flinch in Ma Yue's eyes.

"What did you say?"

The Yellow Turban Soldier seemed to be a little unable to believe his ears, a lowly sword and shield hand dared to speak to him in such a tone, did he want to die?

Ma Yue repeated unashamedly: "Pick up the steamed buns." ”

"Look for death!"

The Yellow Turban Elite was furious, the leather whip in his hand whistled towards Ma Yue's face, a sneer bloomed at the corner of Ma Yue's mouth, his left hand stretched out like lightning, and grabbed the tip of the leather whip. A trace of cold flame flashed in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier, and he abandoned the horsewhip and backhanded to draw the saber at his waist.

Ma Yue's pupils contracted, even elite soldiers could not carry swords.

In the face of the imminent fight, the surrounding Yellow Turban Thieves looked indifferent, the members of the Yellow Turban Thieves were complex, good and bad, such a fight was actually staged every day, and they were already strange.

The Yellow Turban soldier grabbed a sword flower and stabbed it at Ma Yue's chest.

Ma Yue sighed in his heart, as soon as he saw the posture of holding the sword and making a move, he knew that he had met a good hand with a sword today, and fighting martial arts with such a master was no different from sending him to death, his only chance to survive was to fight for his life, overwhelm the opponent from the momentum, and make the opponent fearful!

"Phew!"

Ma Yue shouted, ignoring the sharp sword that stabbed him in the chest, and the steel knife in his hand slashed down at the head of the Yellow Turban elite soldier with the momentum of Mount Tai's overwhelming, and the thick-backed Pu knife tore the air and let out a sharp roar. Even if he was pierced through the heart by a sword, he would have to split the opponent in half with a knife, at this moment, Ma Yue had no distracting thoughts in his heart, only the ferocity of fighting for his life.

The Yellow Turban's face changed slightly, and he dodged, he didn't want to die with a lowly sword and shield hand.

Ma Yue slashed the air with a knife, never stayed, the steel knife opened and closed, such as the waves of the long river, endless, the knife and knife are all trying their best, the knife and knife are fighting for their lives, the yellow turban elite soldiers were forced to dodge left and right, screaming again and again, but there is nothing to do, unless he is willing to fight with the opponent, otherwise before the opponent is exhausted, there is only a dodge.

The fierce fight between the two finally alarmed the yellow turban thieves around them, and they gathered around to watch the excitement, and there were fights every day, but such a tragic fierce fight was really rare.

When Ma Yue slashed the one hundred and seventh slash, he knew that he was going to lose today, and he would probably pay the price with his life! Because his physical strength was already overdrawn.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the Yellow Turban elite soldier struggled with a sword, and finally swung Ma Yue's steel knife away, and Ma Yue's chest was wide open! A trace of cruel murder flashed in the eyes of the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier, and the opportunity finally came! Ma Yue's steel knife was still swinging outward, but the sword of the Yellow Turban Elite had already pierced his chest, and it was about to pierce his heart!

The corners of Ma Yue's mouth twitched slightly, blooming into a fierce sneer, and when he couldn't make a move, Ma Yue bent his knees and squatted slightly, this was the last chance!

"Poof!"

The long sword of the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier effortlessly pierced Ma Yue's body, deep into the handle! A hideous sneer appeared on the face of the Yellow Turban Soldier, but that sneer quickly froze, because he saw an even more hideous sneer on his opponent's face, it was definitely the most terrifying smile he had ever seen in his life.

The sword pierced Ma Yue's shoulder, but it didn't stab him in the heart.

The Yellow Turban Elite Soldier realized the danger, and just wanted to draw the sword and retreat, Ma Yue's left hand had already come up, and he clenched the sharp blade without hesitation, the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier struggled to draw the sword, Ma Yue's left hand grabbed the sword blade, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and there were red blood stains overflowing from his fingers, and the long sword was like being stuck in a stone, tattooed and immovable!

Ma Yue's face maintained his usual indifference, as if it was not his ** at all when the long sword was cut, only in his dark eyes, the terrifying cold flame became more intense.

The Yellow Turban's eyes finally showed fear, he had never seen such a ruthless character.

"Ah~~"

Ma Yue shouted, the swinging steel knife was finally withdrawn, and it slashed at the neck of the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier, the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier was frightened, and the whole person was stunned, and he could only watch the sharp cold light slash towards the neck, and his face was already pale.

"Hey!"

Ma Yue snapped, the steel knife stopped abruptly, the sharp blade was only a millimeter away from the neck of the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier, the Yellow Turban Elite could clearly feel the chill frozen into the bone marrow, and the slight buzzing sound from the vibration of the blade, the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier suddenly let go of the hands holding the sword, and lowered his arrogant head, he was defeated, he had been completely defeated.

With a steel knife on the neck of the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier, Ma Yue smiled coldly, held the blade of the sword in his left hand and pulled it out inch by inch from his body, and then discarded the long sword to the ground at will, and the blood splashed out of the sword like a javelin, splashing on the muddy snow, and it was red, but Ma Yue's body was not moving at all, and it was as tall as a mountain.

"Pick up the steamed buns."

Ma Yue's tone was still not angry, but the murderous intent implied in his tone was suffocating.

The Yellow Turban Elite silently bent down, picked up the half of the steamed bun from the muddy snow, wiped it with his sleeve, and handed it to Ma Yue, who reached out to take it, then put away the knife and retreated, turning around and ignoring the Yellow Turban Elite Soldier. The expression on Ma Yue's face was as calm as if nothing had happened, but the sword wounds on his body were clearly still marking blood.

The Yellow Turban Elite Soldier was awe-inspiring, and asked in a condensed voice, "What's your name?" ”

"Ma Yue."

Ma Yue didn't look back, and solemnly stuffed the steamed bun into Chen Kang's hand again.

The Yellow Turban Elite said loudly: "My name is Pei Yuanshao, I admire you, you are a man." ”

"Really?"

Ma Yue smiled faintly, his body shook twice, Chen Dang hurriedly held on, and said hurriedly: "Big brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

The Yellow Turban elite soldiers looked around, and the thunderous sound resounded throughout the barracks: "Lang Zhong, where did Lang Zhong die?" Hurry up and roll over to Lao Tzu. ”

Not far from the two of them, it is Liu Bi's handsome account, two slender shadows are standing in the account to see the desperate struggle between the two in their eyes, and when they see the two end peacefully, they each breathe a sigh of relief.

A pulsed voice said, "Lian'er, go and get my medicine box." ”

……

Zhao Hong camp.

Liu Bi's face turned blue with anger, and he said angrily: "Zhao Shuai is doing this, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate, right?" ”

Zhao Hong said coldly: "Liu Pi, don't be ignorant, I can leave you one-tenth of the money and food, which is already considered benevolent and righteous, if I didn't lead the army to rescue, your men and horses are afraid that the whole army has already been wiped out, what is the use of money and food?" ”

"Boom!"

Guan Hai, the general under the account, pulled out half of his sword, and the killing machine in his eyes was great, and there was a momentum that Zhao Hong was about to kill Liu Bi on the spot as soon as he gave the order, and Liu Bi was silent.

"Don't be rude."

Zhao Hong scolded, Guan Hai put the sword back into the sheath, poor Liu Pi was already so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhao Hong laughed and said: "General Liu Pi, Sister Ling is beautiful and charming, and proficient in medical skills, why don't you let her be my wife, and you and I will be in-laws, okay?" ”

Liu Bi's face changed, and he frowned: "My sister's medical skills are shallow and her appearance is rough, how can she match Zhao Shuai?" If Zhao Shuai has nothing else to do, the last general will leave. ”

Zhao Hong was annoyed and ashamed, and said: "In this case, Ben Shuai will not send it." ”

Liu Bi reluctantly arched his hand, turned around and left, Zhao Hongmu sent Liu Bi away, and said to Guan Hai: "Guan Hai, you take 1,000 elite soldiers to Liu Pi's camp to count and receive grain, I don't expect Liu Bi to be willing to hand over the money and grain, if he dares to play tricks, you will kill him on the spot and annex the army and horses." ”

"The last will obey."

Guan Hai said yes, a hideous smile flashed across his inky face, and he had already heard Zhao Hong's voice.

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