Bitterness, full of bitterness, in Liu Bei's words, this is the same as when he was in the past, the roof of the house where he lived with his old mother leaked, and before he could repair it, it caught up with the rain. Now when I see such a yellow turban army in front of me, it is the same feeling as when the house leak happens to rain overnight, it is so helpless.

"Wu Na birds, get off your horse and be bound, hand over all your clothes, armor, weapons and war horses, I, Runan Liu Pi, can spare you from dying!" One of the generals who was surrounded by the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army walked out, raised his spear, and pointed it at Liu Bei.

Liu Pi's face was full of pride, in his opinion, as long as he just shook the majesty on his body, the generals of the Han army he was targeting should get off the horse and beg for his forgiveness. Of course, he will also forgive them very much, first snatch their horses, and then scavenge everything of value before letting them go.

With a glint in his eyes, Liu Bi secretly felt complacent about the task of leading out to inspect and collect military rations. If it weren't for this, how could he meet this group of fat sheep in front of him?

Tsk, Liu Bi secretly admired his luck. Look at those three war horses, if they all grab them, what kind of welcome will he receive when he returns to Guangzong City? At least in a group of Yellow Turban Leaders, he will immediately become the most eye-catching existence among them, because he has three war horses, which many people can't dream of! Look, look at it, the weapons of the three people at the head are all very good at first glance.

Liu Bi's heart had already flown not long after, and he looked at the spear in his hand, although the weapons of the three people were not as good as the spear in his hand. He reluctantly accepted it, after all, it was difficult to accept the hospitality, and it was still okay for him to change to other weapons.

Unlike Liu Pi's joyful mood, Liu Bei's heart was now filled with a wave of anger, which spread from his heart to the top of his head. What he lacks most now is time, and the appearance of Liu Pi undoubtedly makes the time he lacks the most pass quietly, which is unacceptable and unacceptable to Liu Bei.

What is your last name? When he heard Liu Pi's name, he didn't have a trace of intimacy in his heart, and he desperately wanted to kill him.

He is tracking down the Yellow Turban Army, which has been defeated from the North Sea and has been contained! And in this Yellow Turban Army, there is still a main general, according to Kong Wenju, it is a fierce general. Let such a fierce general lead the army, it is equivalent to a sharp knife, which may pierce the heart at any time and decide life and death.

Zhang Fei, who was behind Liu Bei, was about to move forward, but Guan Yu, who had been silent, was one step ahead of him and rode his horse side by side with Liu Bei. Zhang Fei shook his head, his palm loosened the reins he was holding, and the second brother Guan Yu made a move, which was not much different from his own shot.

"Big brother, I'll go." Guan Yu opened his mouth, his eyes were like electricity, and he stared at Liu Pi not far away.

"It won't take too long, just a pause for the whole army to give the soldiers a few breaths." He then added, a smile even tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I'm afraid they'll blame me for not giving them much time."

"Okay." Liu Bei nodded, capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as Liu Pi is killed, then the two or three thousand Yellow Turban thief army led by him will naturally collapse. He had already seen the discipline of these thieves, a mess of sand, without the slightest merit.

Let the second brother Guan Yu fight, then the soldiers under his command will not have any damage. As for whether he can kill Liu Bi? Liu Bei felt that his idea was extremely ridiculous, the difference was just a few tricks and how much time it took, no matter what, it couldn't change the final fate of the Yellow Turban thief.

At this moment, Liu Bei has already begun to erase the traces of Liu Bi in his memory, and even erased the word Liu Pi. There's no need to remember, because he's dying. The dying man is also a Yellow Turban general, and there is nothing worth remembering.

Guan Yu rode out of his horse, dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Knife diagonally, and his Danfeng eyes were extremely calm. The thief has become a kind of being, similar to "nothing", as if it were nothing.

At the first glance, Guan Yu had already seen the gap in the thief's body, virtual and real, all in his eyes. It's all weaknesses, it's all gaps, and he has countless ways to kill this thief, even with his bare hands, without the slightest problem.

But he will only choose the fastest one, not so that the thief will die without pain, but just to save time. I didn't want to have the slightest delay, I just wanted to end it as soon as possible, and Guan Yu didn't even listen to the words of the thief general, and no one even remembered his surname.

"Huh? Dare to resist? Liu Bi's eyes widened, and he couldn't imagine that his merciful proposal would be openly rejected by the other party. It's a slap in the face! It's really a slap in the face, he gave him a chance, since the other party doesn't cherish it at all, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

Although the coming general is riding a war horse, he is fighting on foot, but he is not afraid! Kill first, then take the horse, this thought flashed in his mind, Liu Pi picked up the gun and ran out.

Thirty seconds. This is the time when Guan Yu's war horse ran in front of Liu Bi, two or three hundred meters away, from accelerating to running with all his might, the speed of this inferior horse is very fast, but it is also reasonable.

For Guan Yu, this time is extremely long, because for him, thirty seconds can already kill the thief thirty times! Danfeng's eyes narrowed, and in his calm eyes, the cold light flashed and disappeared.

The knife fell in his hand, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife completely turned into a cold light, like a gaze escaping from Guan Yu's eyes. I can't tell what is in this knife, many breaths are entangled, from the magnificent waves, to the treacherous waves, like opening a historical picture, there are war horses galloping, there are thousands of armies together, the flow is uncertain, showing this knife, with a vast atmosphere.

In the end, it precipitates, and it returns to nothingness, and it is empty. Just like when the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife was first swung, it suddenly rose up and stopped abruptly.

Write spring and autumn with a knife.

Spring and Autumn are nothing, there is no beginning, and there is no end. This is Guan Yu's comprehension of the general trend of the Spring and Autumn Period when he reads the Spring and Autumn Period, and the final evolution is complete.

Liu Bi paused, and his body continued to take a few steps forward before finally stopping. The spear in his hand had not yet been pierced, and there was no longer a chance to pierce it, falling from the palm of his hand and falling to the ground. His head flew upward, and the expression on his face was joyful and greedy, but there was no fear in the semblance, and he didn't even know that he was dead until the moment he died.

I can't feel the coldness of the Qinglong Glaive, I can't feel the pain, I can't feel death.

A cavity of hot blood spurted out of the headless body. Falling blood droplets were scattered in the air, and some of them quickly fell into countless beautiful raindrops. Guan Yu walked through and rushed towards the Yellow Turban soldiers who didn't know what was going on and looked stunned.

"The boss is dead!" With a shout, the Yellow Turban soldiers scattered. No one had the courage to stay here, Guan Yu's demon-like figure made them involuntarily afraid and frightened. In addition to escaping, or escaping, I can't think of any other thoughts.

(End of chapter)