"What's going on? "The Xianbei cavalry saw a flash of red light, but because it was gone, many people thought they were wrong. When they heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, they turned around and saw that the Xianbei cavalry, who had just been fine, had fallen to the ground, and there was still blood foam on their mouths.

The Xianbei cavalry looked at each other, not knowing what had happened to make a young man who was usually extremely healthy and strong die in an instant, and a chill instantly hit his heart. No matter how he died, these Xianbei cavalrymen could see it very clearly, and their wide eyes were filled with incomparable panic and fear.

The five hundred Xianbei cavalry who charged did not enter the black mist in the blink of an eye, and at the moment of entry, nothing unusual happened to them, and the Xianbei cavalry outside slowly relaxed their hearts. These Xianbei figures were gradually covered, and as they went deeper, the thick ink completely enveloped them until the other Xianbei cavalry outside could not be seen.

Lu Bu opened his eyes, and what he saw in his eyes was a red world, and what was built was all blood. It was the color of scarlet, gilded as far as his eyes could see, and the flowing mist, flowing blood, gently caressed around his body, making De Lu Bu feel extremely familiar, like a fish getting water and swimming in the water.

Two red eyes flickered, and in the center of the eyes were leaping flames, with longing, with the deepest pursuit of death. That is not the eyes of people, because there is no emotion in it, there is only a boiling killing intent, the most primitive desire to destroy everything without fear of all existence. Why the Xianbei cavalry who saw this eye was scared to death was that he saw not only a pair of eyes, but also the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood that appeared in the eyes, and he couldn't survive to the end, so he died of fear.

Lu Bu raised his hand, and the surrounding mist flowed lightly with the swing of this arm, forming a vortex. Finally, a drop of crystal clear, amber-like blood appeared on the tip of his index finger among his five fingers. The strange thing is that this drop of blood just stayed on his fingertips, and did not roll down, just like a finger attached to Lu Bu.

The inky fog faded, and the Xianbei cavalrymen who had rushed into the fog and were looking around for Lu Bu's traces with their eyes open brightened, and finally saw Lu Bu's figure. With cheers, they urged the war horses under their seats and rushed towards Lu Bu with a roar.

"It's an intoxicating taste." In the roar of the horse's hooves, Lu Bu put his index finger into the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and a bloody smell that made him feel comfortable all over his body came from the tip of his nose and turned into a sweet and slightly fishy taste.

The arm flicked violently, and between the sleeves of the coat bulging, there was a violent sound, which was the sound of the arm colliding with the air at a very fast speed. With a "whoosh", the blood droplets on Lu Bu's fingertips were thrown out, turned into invisible points to the naked eye, and shot in the direction of the rushing Xianbei cavalry.

Lu Bu's figure followed closely behind, jumping down from the back of the war horse, "bang", when his feet touched the ground, the entire ground shook, and the ground that his feet were stepping on also sank slightly. Bowing down, leaning forward with his upper body, one step, two steps, three steps, "bang bang bang", three consecutive loud sounds, his right hand dragged the halberd back, and his entire body changed into a phantom in the high-speed movement. The stagnant forward figures disappeared lightly after a moment.

The next moment, Lu Bu had already jumped up in the air and slammed the halberd down towards the Xianbei cavalry formation, and the tip of the halberd slashed the crystal blood drop. "Bang". There was a loud roar, smoke and dust, the screams of people, the cracking of bones and muscles, and the neighing of horses. One by one, the figures were thrown out of the smoke and dust, fell weakly, and made intimate contact with the earth, but many of them could not get up again, and could only collapse to the ground softly.

"Wow, it's boring." The corners of Lu Bu's mouth twitched slightly, and with a "whew", he exhaled a breath from his mouth, and the surrounding smoke and dust were quickly dispersed forward.

At this time, the Xianbei cavalry, who was far away and had received less damage, clearly saw the most real appearance of that figure. He didn't know when he had put on a blood-colored armor, and the blood lines on the armor seemed to be circulating continuously, and there were incomparably thick black silk threads wrapped around it. After looking at it for a long time, the eyes of many Xianbei cavalrymen darkened for a while, and in a trance, what they saw were hideous and terrifying figures appearing, and the sound of crying hovered in their ears all the time, making them feel that their whole heads were about to explode.

Where Lu Bu was standing, the ground had been lowered layer by layer, and further away, there were also cracks that spread like spider webs. Around his body, there were scattered fragments of corpses, corpses that had been split in half, and everywhere there was blood spilled and stained into a red sac of earth that had been turned out.

"Halberd Skill: Bloody Battle."

Throughout the ground, eight huge cracks spread outward from where Lu Bu stood, and each trace was deeply embedded in the earth, plowing a thin groove as thick as a thumb. It was not only the land that was divided, but also the people and horses who stood in the way, all of which were cut and crushed, and finally became the random pile of pieces of meat.

The surviving Xianbei cavalry were all stunned, and this sudden massacre made it impossible for them to distinguish which side was the one with the advantage. At this moment, no matter how generous the reward the patriarch had just promised, and even if Lu Bu was still only one person, they no longer had any fighting intentions! No matter how many rewards there are, you have to have a life to take them! Even if there was only one person in Lu Bu, it was not something they could kill. No, no, he's not a human, he's a ghost.

"Run, run!" The Xianbei cavalry shouted, and those on their horses fled outside. Those who could still move also found the ownerless war horses to follow their footsteps and escaped, and even some of the wounded who were lying on the ground also tried to crawl.

Centurion Aglie was also one of the escaped Xianbei cavalrymen, and before he could rejoice that he had escaped, a gust of wind blew around him. A big hand grabbed his head, and his five fingers pressed tightly against the Heavenly Spirit Gai, grabbed him from his horse, and led him with him, galloping forward.

The five fingers sinked, and Aglie struggled desperately, but he couldn't escape, so he could only let the five fingers get tighter and tighter, sinking deeply, as if he was going to pinch his head alive.

(End of chapter)

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