Lu Bu stopped and looked into the distance, where Zhang Liao and Gao Shun had already converged. His gaze crossed the bodies of many Xianbei cavalrymen, and Zhang Liao's gaze wanted to touch, intertwined, and then touched.

"Let's go." Zhang Liao led the Bingzhou cavalry behind him to continue to charge forward, and left such a sentence when passing through Gaoshun.

After another one or two hundred meters, Zhang Liao pulled the reins, and the war horse deflected to the left and began to turn. The cavalry that followed him also turned, and the accumulated horsepower weakened slightly at this time, and after a moment, it accelerated rapidly, rushing forward, and soon merged with the cavalry led by Gao Shun, and began to break through outward.

Zhang Liao didn't choose to save Lu Bu, not because he was besieged, not because he was afraid, but just because he didn't want to. This is something that Lu Bu does not want, just after looking at each other, without speaking, Zhang Liao understood the determination in Lu Bu's heart. He clearly wanted to stay and let them go! Up to now, Zhang Liao also understood that the reason why these Xianbei cavalry gathered was because of Lu Bu, not because of them.

He wants to lead these Zhuzhou cavalry out, because they are a drag here, and they will become a drag on Lu Bu! As for going out, Zhang Liao will choose to come back, he chooses to listen to Lu Bu's orders at this time, but it doesn't mean that he must make the same choice.

It's just living and dying together.

Lu Bu turned around and faced the Xianbei cavalry who were eyeing him, and there were many Xianbei cavalry in front of him and behind him. Staring at Lu Bu coldly, the long knife in his hand flashed with a cold glow, each cavalryman resisted the restless war horse under the seat, and the heart to kill Lu Bu was strong, but no one made a move at this time.

In their eyes, this is a ghostly figure.

Probably there is a god in this world, if there is only one, then it is Lu Bu in front of them and in their eyes. His eyes were like blood, and under the light of his eyes, it was a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and every Xianbei cavalry couldn't help but tremble in their hearts when they saw Lu Bu's eyes. He was covered in blood, and his armor was stained with blood everywhere, and the halberd didn't know how many Xianbei cavalry he had killed, and it became extremely demonic, showing an eternally vivid blood color.

Lu Bu clenched the handle of the halberd, and under his five fingers, sticky blood stained his five fingers. Little by little, the blood Y was still falling, drop by drop, dripping not only with the blood Y, but also the blood line that was still tangled at the end of the halberd handle.

It was a rich blood essence mixed with countless bloods. Now even if you use your hand to grab it, you can pull him out, as if it is a long line, so sticky that I don't know how many people Lu Bu has killed to be able to appear like this.

At his feet, more corpses were charred, strewn with incomplete char scattered throughout. Each piece was a part of the body of the original Xianbei cavalry, or a bone, and only the bone could survive under the high temperature. This is the Xianbei cavalry who died under Lu Bu's unequaled effect, and Lu Bu's unequaled effect also has a chance to be activated, but every time it is launched, what it brings to the Xianbei cavalry is the most fierce scene.

Taba and other clan chiefs hid behind the heavy troops, and everyone's faces were not happy, but solemn. When they saw that countless cavalry of their own clan had stopped, everyone sighed in their hearts, and immediately felt extremely lucky. Fortunately, they chose to unite, and even if they didn't unite, they chose to attack at the same time, otherwise they might not be able to besiege Lu Bu. Even if a tribe can besiege Lu Bu, it may not be able to kill him, and even if it can kill him, the price paid may not be acceptable.

Duoye was silent, and under the broad palm, the five fingers clenched the long knife tightly, and the knuckles of the fingers were flushed with blue and white. Originally, Duoye was still thinking about how to kill Lu Bu by himself, but now he didn't have this idea, because he would die! Even if Lu Bu looks seriously injured now, he still doesn't dare to make a move, who can know if Lu Bu is really at a dead end?

There are only heaps, heaps of human lives to kill him! The price paid is already there, and there is enough, but it is necessary to continue, otherwise everything paid will be in vain!

Invisibly, these decision-makers all cast their eyes on each other's faces, and several of them nodded. They were all wary of each other, but by the time they reached a consensus, they would kill Lu Bu first, and then fight each other for the ownership of Lu Bu's head.

They were afraid, extremely afraid, after seeing Lu Bu's strength, they were afraid that the fight between them would become an opportunity for Lu Bu to escape. Lu Bu is not dead, they are uneasy!

Lu Bu's eyes slowly swept over, and every Xianbei cavalry who touched his gaze subconsciously moved his gaze in other directions, not daring to face this gaze like a sharp sword. Lu Bu smiled suddenly, revealing a smile. , the smile is very light, with a little incomprehensible taste.

There are many kinds of smiles, including laughter with joy, forced laughter, and hidden smiles. Lu Bu's smile was not the above, with coldness, but it was not a sneer, but the original temperature of this smile.

The temperature around him dropped rapidly because of this smile, and many Xianbei cavalrymen who were about to make a move, their eager hearts were excited by this temperature and their courage quickly disappeared, and they chose to continue to wait and see. They didn't understand why the man in front of them was still able to smile in this situation, laughing so dangerously, so fearlessly.

Lu Bu stretched out his left hand, there were a lot of wounds left on the palm of ****, the blood had quickly coagulated, and there were some traces left by the drying up of the Y body, but the wounds one after another still looked extremely hideous. This was left by him crushing the heads of many Xianbei cavalrymen with his hands, and the sharp skull fragments flew in all directions, naturally enough to leave a hole in Lu Bu's palm.

His five fingers opened and clenched again, as if he had thought of something, and the smile on Lu Bu's face became brighter and brighter. These wounds, when he held the palm, he could still feel the stinging, but he didn't care, these wounds were nothing. And every wound on the soldier's body, the scar left by the man, is the mark of his own light.

He smiled, with a faint reminiscence, and did not care about the Xianbei cavalry surrounding him. It seemed that from beginning to end, they were like air. No matter how much grass there is, it always has to wait for someone to harvest it.

This is the world in Lu Bu's eyes.