Chapter 43: You're Still Trash!

"Ahem......"

Mei Changsheng cleared his throat and suddenly said loudly: "However, with all due respect, in my eyes, you are still garbage!" Useless garbage! ”

Soldiers: "......"

The value of the iron from the iron, +2!

Come from......

"Strategist, why do you say we're garbage?"

"That's right, I think I'm so good at swordsmanship right now, I can defeat three people by myself!"

"Strategist, you bully people!"

……

For a thousand soldiers, there are a thousand voices, and at this moment, hearing that Mei Changsheng was still insulting them like this, the crowd immediately became excited.

"Why, do you think that after learning two powerful swordsmanship, you feel like a character?"

Mei Changsheng snorted coldly and shouted at Guan Yu: "Guan Yunchang! ”

"What do you command?"

Guan Yu held the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand and walked in front of Mei Changsheng.

"You go and tell them what the real characters are like!"

Mei Changsheng snorted.

Guan Yu stroked his long beard, his big eyes were stunned, and he glanced at the sword camp again, as if he understood something.

He strode up to the sword camp and shouted, "Pick up your sword and strike me with all your might!" ”

Again?

Everyone looked at each other one by one.

Guan Yu slashed Huaxiong's name with a glass of wine in front of the battle, but they had heard of it.

However, the wonderful swordsmanship that Diao Chan taught them just now gave them confidence.

Tie snorted coldly at everyone, and shouted: "It's all two shoulders and one head, there are so many of us, we have a sword in our hands and a move in our chests, are we still afraid of him alone?" ”

That's right!

More than a dozen people quickly stepped forward, others also armed with long swords, ready to attack.

"Follow me!"

With a loud shout, he took the lead in killing Guan Yu.

Guan Yu didn't raise his eyebrows, his right foot flew up, and he kicked at the iron.

Shout!

The iron body flew out.

If you don't move, it's enough, and it's like a mountain.

Guan Yun pinched his long fingers, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand was like a long rainbow, slashing towards everyone.

Rumble......

The incomparably chilling aura of Gang was so fierce that many of the soldiers felt that their charging bodies were almost unstable on their feet and fell to the ground.

Sonor!

Sonor!

Sonor!

Immediately, there was the sound of many blades breaking.

The sword camp rushed to the front of more than 20 people, and the long swords in their hands were all broken.

Syllable!

Guan Yunchang held the knife in his right hand, stood up, and the handle of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife slammed a pestle at random on the hard ground.

A large hole was smashed into the ground, and the sound of pig iron hitting the ground was heard.

The momentum is like a rainbow, standing like a mountain.

Who dares to slash right away?

Only I am General Guan!

One person, with only one move, suppressed a thousand people.

Those soldiers who did not fall to the ground were as dead as ashes, and they no longer had the courage to rush forward.

Once again, they realized that they were still a scumbag compared to the man in front of them with a long knife.

A scum that could be split in half by that long knife at any time!

Litter!

Litter!

You're all rubbish!

The words that Mei Changsheng had just said kept echoing in their ears, and the fire that had already ignited in their hearts began to extinguish.

"Strategist, didn't you say that you want us to become real men?"

"Strategist, why are we still vulnerable after we learned Master Mink's powerful sword moves?"

"Strategist, I think you're right, we're garbage, we're rubbish!"

……

The soldiers were depressed, and some even dropped their swords on the ground.

At this moment, Diao Chan also felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

These people, although they have been trained by themselves for most of the night, are still too weak after all!

The training time is too short, the comprehension of sword moves is not enough, and the actual combat is not enough!

Brother Changsheng wants such an army to fight the vanguard, can it be defeated?

Can those invincible princes agree?

"Any peerless sword moves, they are just showmanship, and they are useless! Phew! ”

Zhang Fei, who was watching all this not far away, took a sip disdainfully.

Liu Bei was also sighing at the moment.

The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, after all, are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled!

It seems that the matter of the Nineteenth Route Princes' Army being the vanguard is no fun.