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This fight is not a mutual hunting and strangulation in the dark, Li Ru has no interest and no time, why bother playing the game of hide and seek with the opponent with the elite soldiers, thousands of Xiliang soldiers rushed up, even if they can't strangled the nearly 100 first-class good hands present with a smoke, but it will not be useless to the point that even half of the number of people can't be killed, as for the loss of his own soldiers, half of Dong Zhuo, Li Ruguan doesn't care about it.

Nearly 100 first-class fighters turned into a small but powerful torrent, rushing towards the neatly killed Xiliang army, and with a bang, like a sharp knife, stabbed into the heart of Xiliang's soldiers.

"Die."

The figure of a knife is not tall, and the long knife is held by a woman, but there is no trace of reluctance, and the handle is narrow, which is just right for a woman's hand.

The reason why a knife can be ranked fourth on the killer list for six consecutive years is that although she is best at assassinating a knife, it does not mean that she will be weaker than a master of the same level in a head-on fight.

A knife fell, and the armor of seven or eight people was torn, and blood spurted from their foreheads.

Blood sprayed a knife, but this beautiful woman did not show a trace of disgust, but stretched out her ruddy tongue and swung the knife again quite unsatisfied.

In the next second, the eighteen Jianwei swordsmen who were a little slower swung their knives.

Eighteen heavy serrated knives sharpened eighteen heads.

These eighteen swordsmen who have been in Panhuan Taihang for more than ten years, with the jade pendant on their waists, are also famous in the rivers and lakes of the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty. Eighteen people. Everyone learns only one knife. And the eighteen people happen to be eighteen different sword techniques, and the lethality will naturally not be said much, and Yu Senluo, who dares to challenge the first knife outside the plug, how can these eighteen people be weak.

No one knows the relationship between the Dao and a knife, Li Ru doesn't know the Dao, and most of the people present don't know the Dao, but they know the Dao, a knife and eighteen Jaws. It's enough to poke a hole in this day.

The Xiliang warriors, who should have been extremely heroic, were like fire meeting water, and their fiery passion was instantly extinguished by snow water.

They are elite, Xiliang horses are known as rampant in the world, they get off the horse, but they are only stronger than ordinary foot soldiers, although this line, in all kinds of battles, is enough for them to chase the enemy's ass beating, this time, but the loss is too bad. The screams were heard again and again, in addition to the generals above the middle and senior levels, they still had the strength to fight. Ordinary Xiliang soldiers couldn't stop the waves of attacks of the princes and disciples from all walks of life.

Li Ru's face was still indifferent, his long sleeves were tied behind him, and he stood upright, from the top of the ladder, overlooking the crowd fighting below, and there was no difference in color.

Holding a handful of horizontal hooks, Xin Bi's long hair has no wind and is automatic, this Xin No. 2 person who once suffered a lot of losses in Yuan Shang's hands and was almost abolished is extremely ruthless, every time the gray hair sways in the air, it is the loss of several fresh lives, the defeat a few years ago made Xin Bi silent for at least three years, when he held the horizontal hook once, he was no longer high-spirited, gloomy and terrifying, only less than thirty years old, but the dark hair turned gray.

I haven't held a hook for three years, and my martial arts have risen sharply as soon as I hold a hook, even Yuan Tan was a little shocked, and he repeatedly challenged Gao Lan and Gao Gan, who are known as the two pillars of the military camp in Jizhou, and they were undefeated.

Although he is not victorious, he is still glorious, and Xin Bi's rise again is unstoppable, and his brother, one is in Wen, one is in the army, this time, Xin Bi is the leader who infiltrated the palace, and Peng An outside the palace is just cooperating with him.

Twelve bitters, although there are only twelve people, but they have torn the feet of the Xiliang soldiers one after another, these twelve are named after the zodiac, and the middle-aged men who lock their feet with iron chains are extremely tyrannical when they kill people, and the Xiliang soldiers who fall into their hands are difficult to save even the corpses, and there are not only one or two who are torn in half.

"Kill." Xin Bi, whose face was gloomy and richer than Li Ru, kept spitting out this word in his mouth, and the twelve biters followed closely and kept advancing, blood and corpses everywhere, and no one was the enemy of a move.

Less than twenty steps away from Xin Bi is full of favors, this history, Cao Wei general, who is still a little famous, the black broadsword in his hand has turned red and black, Dong Zhen and waves of fishermen have not been able to kill him, it is enough to see his strong ability to escape.

Sometimes, escaping does not mean weakness and incompetence, on the contrary, being able to get out of the encirclement and suppression of the fisherman Dong Zheng and several waves of nearly 100 fishermen, the ability to be full of favor, is the old fisherman Dong Zhen who has never missed a hand in perennial fishing, has some admiration.

Fifteen white-eyed wolves are the hundred refining dead soldiers cultivated by Cao Cao, fifteen pairs of pupils are white, all of them are blind people, one by one iron bamboo, no worse than a sword, string of rock sugar gourds, fifteen iron bamboos have been strung with the hearts of Xiliang's fierce soldiers, one by one, still dripping with blood, red, looking disgusting.

"Come one, kill one." Manzhong's eyes were spread by the killing machine, and he was chased and killed by Dong Zhen and the fisherman for four or five days, but no matter how good Manzhong's temper was, he still gritted his teeth with hatred.

Fifteen white-eyed wolves who are blind and not blind have implemented the orders of the full favor very well, fifteen people, they are used to living and dying together, although they are blind, they can achieve the fusion of qi and machine, and every shot is enough to make the formation of Xiliang's fierce pawns riot, and the means are even more vicious and vicious, taking people's lives and using their hearts as a string, even Li Ru, who has an indifferent face, can't help but tighten his brows.

"Formation."

The eyes of their own elite soldiers were slaughtered like pigs and dogs, the eyes of the main general of the Xiliang army were red, a monstrous killing machine emerged, the command flag in his hand swayed, and the thousands of Xiliang soldiers who rushed away like a spring suddenly changed.

The spear is in front, the archer is cruising in the back and waiting for the opportunity to move, thousands of Xiliang troops, although hundreds of people were killed in an instant, but it is harmless, the killing machine is still condensed in the heart, the head of the gun is thick, the tail is slightly lighter, the chief general commanded by the commander is also a veteran general on the battlefield, and the flag shook a few times, and the latest offensive array will be lined up.

The spears are rigorous, neatly and powerfully stabbed, and the sharp arrows that swim with them shuttle through, not only rigorously, but also quite flexible.

The attack of the disciples of the princes who were approaching was suddenly blocked, and the spears and spears of the guns and spears hit with cold light, which was to repel a wave and a wave with the strength of many good hands, and finally a little tired.

Although the soldiers and horses of the princes from all walks of life are elite and unstoppable, because the number is too small, it is a fatal wound, even if he can penetrate the battle formation in one go, he can't escape the encirclement and suppression of his own soldiers, which is his confidence.

The infamous general surnamed Li showed a hideous look on his face, and personally drew an arrow, shot out a stone hard bow, and with a soft sound, the sharp arrow roared through the air.

Qiao Rui, who was burying his head in the battle, seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him, and the spear in his hand swept suddenly, and the sharp arrow that shuttled to the ground could be landed.

Qiao Rui suddenly turned around and grinned at the commanding general who was shooting arrows with a bow, although the youngest general under Yuan Shu gave people the feeling that although he was a little honest, he was actually very ruthless.

The arrow is still the same sharp arrow, but the direction of the shuttle has changed.

Qiao Rui grabbed it with one hand, and threw it empty-handed without a strong bow in his hand.

Breaking through the air and tearing the air current, the sharp arrow struck at the throat of the soldier surnamed Li who commanded it.

Li Min, who is also not very old, changed his face slightly, his martial arts are not very strong, and being able to pull a strong bow with one stone does not mean that his martial arts are good.

That sharp arrow, too fast.

His body was subconsciously short.

But it's still a little slower.

The speed was pushed to the extreme, and the sharp arrow thrown by Qiao Rui was only less than a finger away from Li Min's throat.

Not far away, Li Ru sighed softly, his body had a slight and invisible light movement, but finally took root in the ground.

Life and death depend on the success or failure of the sky, Li Min is a child of his own clan that he values a lot, the distance of one finger, and the distance of ten zhang, is Li Ru's martial arts no matter how strong he is, he can't be rescued at the same time.

The sharp arrow shot by Li Min ended up passing through his throat.

Blood splattered, half of the bow and arrow, one in front of the other, the arrow was blood red, the arrow feathers trembled, and Li Min's tall body slammed to the ground, dead and blind.

He could have had a great future, but he died at the hands of his own arrows.

He turned his back to Li Ru until he died, as if he didn't want his uncle, who had always been in awe, to see his miserable appearance.

Looking at Li Min's corpse, Qiao Rui spit out a breath of turbidity, this counterattack arrow was also not small in terms of his consumption.

"Kill."

The spear fell, and sixteen black-clothed blood-red tiger guards shuttled in blood, and the one in black was even redder. (To be continued......)