Peng Yue's expression changed, and he hurriedly dodged to dodge, he didn't want to die with an unknown Qin general, the chaos arose, such a time was the stage of heroes, his play had not yet started, how could he dare to end in a hurry.

Li Yuan stabbed the air with a spear, but he didn't stop. The copper spear is like a stick like a gun, the moves are like the waves of a big river, endless, every style is to do their best, every move is to fight for life, Peng Yue, who has lost the upper hand in the momentum, was forced to dodge left and right, and there was a burst of muffled cheers, but there was nothing to do for a while.

Peng Yue didn't expect that Li Yuan's martial arts experience was so old, and the seven years of volunteer life gave Li Yuan an irreplaceable treasure, and it was also his capital to survive in this troubled era.

Peng Yue screamed again and again, but he was stunned that there was nothing he could do, he had the upper hand in terms of strength, but at this time, unless he was willing to fight with Li Yuan, before Li Yuan exhausted his strength, he would only be beaten and eat ashes. This battle was obviously won safely, but he was still so aggrieved, Peng Yue's bad mood can be imagined.

The fierce battle between the two people in front of the battle made the thieves and the generals of the Qin army who were watching the battle open their mouths one by one, for the group of thieves, there are armed fights every day, but such a tragic fierce fight is really rare. The Qin soldiers were even more surprised by Li Yuan's force, and many recruits did not expect that Li Yuan would be so violent.

In this troubled world, everyone wants to have a strong leader, before, they obeyed Li Yuan's orders, only out of the constraints of the Qin army's military discipline, but now, they began to recognize Li Yuan from the heart. The generals on both sides began to cheer for their side, and the offensive was endless, and when the physical strength of the person was always exhausted, when Li Yuan stabbed out the seventieth spear, his body shook off his strength, and his physical strength gradually overdrawn.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound of metal colliding, Peng Yue finally found a way to deal with Li Yuan's lifeless play, which was to reduce the force and constantly consume Li Yuan's physical strength.

Peng Yue struggled with a sword, and finally swung the bronze spear that Li Yuan stabbed open, and Li Yuan's chest was wide open! Peng Yue's eyes flashed with a ray of cruel murderous intent, and after waiting for a long time and being depressed for a long time, the opportunity finally came!

Li Yuan's tiger mouth shook violently, the bronze spear was raised high, and the round shield had long been abandoned to the ground, but Peng Yue's sword had already pierced his chest, and the wild beating of his heart was about to be pierced by the cold sword blade, which made the Qin army generals with infinite hope sink to the bottom of the sea.

"Kill him!" Among the thieves, there are impatient thieves who are already shouting.

Life and death are imminent, Li Yuan suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, like a fox who stole food, and when he couldn't make a move, Li Yuan's knees were as if he had already prepared, bending and squatting in advance, this is Zuihou's opportunity!

"Poof!"

Peng Yue's long sword stabbed into Li Yuan's body effortlessly, and the force was so strong that the bronze sword was deep enough to reach the handle, firmly embedded in the bones.

"Die!" A hideous sneer appeared on Peng Yue's face, and he finally solved this troublesome opponent, which can be regarded as completing Liu Bang's entrustment. In front of Xiang Liang, Liu Bang is nothing, but in front of Peng Yue, a nameless and hopeless thief, Liu Bang's influence is much greater.

But Peng Yue's sneer quickly condensed, because he saw a sneer on Li Yuan's face that was even more hideous than him, and even more smug sneer.

Peng Yue's sword pierced Li Yuan's chest, but did not stab the vital part of the heart, with the help of the common sense of the medical human body developed in later generations, Li Yuan had a clear understanding of the structure of the body, which gave him the opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

The sword entered between the ribs, and was held by the hard bones, so that Peng Yue could not retreat from the sword, just when he was stunned, Li Yuan had already pounced, Li Yuan's right fist was clenched, and he quickly punched Peng Yue's chin in the fragile place, and then his right hand was a second punch, hitting Peng Yue's soft place under the flank.

These two punches Li Yuan was violently exerted in severe pain, and the essence of fighting was fully unexpected, which can be said to be completely unexpected by Peng Yue, the first punch had made his teeth loose and blood gushing, while the second punch was like defeating Ge, making Peng Yue's internal organs into a mess.

"Porphy!" Peng Yue landed on his knees and fell to his knees. In front of him, Li Yuan, who had a sharp sword in his ribs, stood straight, like a wounded lion with his head held high and never giving in.

Li Yuan's left hand tightly grasped the exposed hilt of the sword, the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, and red blood stains continued to overflow from his fingers, and his face was not much different from when he was not hit by the sword, cold and calm, as if the long sword cut was not his flesh at all.

The only thing that is different is Li Yuan's eyes, his eyes are cold and scary, in this hot day, looking at each other, it makes people feel like counting nine cold days.

It's not the body that's cold, it's the heart.

The murderous aura that came out of the 10,000-horse army revived and flowed in Li Yuan's body, and in this murderous aura, there was unwilling wildness, the fighting spirit to go against the sky, and the domineering spirit of giving up oneself.

Peng Yue's eyes finally showed fear, he had never seen such a ruthless character. If he could still speak, he was afraid that he would be forgiven immediately.

"Yikes!"

Li Yuan shouted, the copper spear in his left hand was slowly withdrawn, and he approached the neck of Peng Yue, who had lost his fighting spirit, his eyes looked straight at the sharp edge, and he couldn't do anything about it, Peng Yue was frightened, and the whole person was stunned, and he could only watch the sharp point, and his face was already pale.

"Spare your life!" Peng Yue's head was lowered, his throat bone was tight, and he finally spit out two unclear words. He could already clearly feel the chill that froze into the bone marrow, and if he still wanted to resist, Li Yuan's sharp spear would unceremoniously pierce his fragile throat, making him speechless again.

"Take your people, get out!" Li Yuan's voice was low, he smiled coldly, his right hand clenched the blade of the sword, and pulled out the sword body that had pierced deep into his body inch by inch, and the blood shot out like a gushing water dragon, spilling on the dry riverbed, like a layer of crimson blanket.

Li Yuan's face became whiter and whiter, and his body was as immobile as a mountain.

"Terrible opponent!" Peng Yue silently struggled to get up, staggered towards the thieves' main formation, although the injuries did not look as heavy as Li Yuan, but Peng Yue no longer had the fighting spirit, he was defeated.

Force is still secondary, Peng Yue understands that what he is really inferior to Li Yuan is the beating heart in his chest.

The five thousand thieves were dumbfounded, looking at the big leader Peng Yue, who was approaching step by step, and Li Yuan, who was standing in place, like a statue, at this time, no thief looked down on the not tall Qin man in front of him, and the Qin army behind him, which was small in number and a little messy.