The main hall of the Royal Palace.

The most solemn place in the Han world.

At this moment, a battle is taking place that has nothing to do with solemnity.

Not only that, but both sides of the battle were pure literati who should have had nothing to do with the battle - and they were a bit too old.

Wang Yun, a master of characters, is 56 years old.

Cai Yong, whose name is Bo Jiao, is a Han Zuo Zhonglang general, and is now 60 years old.

The two old men, who were almost one hundred and twenty years old together, scuffled like two raccoons in what should have been a solemn hall.

The reason for this scene was that Cai Yong sighed when he saw Dong Zhuo being besieged by everyone.

"Zhong Ying is also the best of the best, why is it so ...... It's a pity—"

He probably wanted to say "It's a pity, it's a pity", but how could Wang Yun allow someone to feel sorry for Dong Zhuo? Immediately furious, he slapped the remaining words back.

Not only that, but he also jumped on his feet, and the halberd pointed at Cai Yong and scolded.

"Traitor! Dong thief just said a few polite words to you, and you got carried away! Wang Yun was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, and he didn't even notice that the crown and hat on his head were crooked, "Cai Yong!" You are responsible for the grace of the saints, and you are really an accomplice of the Dong thief! When you kill Dong Thief, you will definitely be held accountable! ”

Although Cai Yong is not young, his temper is not necessarily very good - no, normal people will be angry when they encounter this kind of thing, but those who are not angry are freaks - of course Cai Yong is not a freak, he is normal.

So he shouted angrily, "blood spews", and then slapped back.

So in the main hall of the most solemn palace of the Han Dynasty, the scene of the eight-fist battle between the two white-haired old men and kings was staged.

Among the ministers, there are those who are loyal to the Han family, there are also those who follow Dong Zhuo, and there are even those who concentrate on playing soy sauce, and some of them naturally want to rush over to adjust - after all, the two ministers are fighting Wang Baquan in the main hall of the palace - oh, now it has developed into wrestling - it is really unseemly.

But they did not dare to come up.

Because right next to Wang Yun and Cai Yong, Wang Hu, who has been completely beastly, is killing on a killing spree.

Although Dong Zhuo went out, every corner of the main hall of the palace that was his stronghold was still refreshing tiger soldiers in a steady stream.

The goal of these tiger soldiers is also very simple - kill Wang Yun!

Compared with the elite soldiers whose attributes are close to one-star generals, Wang Yun's combat effectiveness as a literati is basically negligible, as long as a random tiger soldier rushes up, he can be sent to reunite with Liu Wei, the young emperor of the Han Dynasty, under Jiuquan.

But although Wang Yun doesn't know martial arts, Wang Hu can!

Facing the tiger soldiers rushing up from all directions, he not only had no fear, but instead smiled.

"Good time!"

With a loud roar, the tiger phantom appeared behind him, and Wang Hu once again unleashed the beast ability of the natural bloodline.

His hands turned into sharp claws, his mouth was covered with fangs as sharp as blades, and the bulging muscles blew the cloth to pieces, and mottled animal patterns like fierce tigers floated on his originally white skin.

He didn't need any weapons, so he relied on the pair of powerful tiger claws to kill the rushing tiger soldiers to the point of abandoning their armor.

Whether it was a sword, a sword, a halberd, or an axe, a hook and fork, he just swung his claws and slapped them, finding a flaw in the enemy's weaponry, and easily breaking through to the main entrance, like hooks and claws landing on the top of his head, face, throat, and chest.

In the next moment, there was a stream of blood, red, white, gushing and beating, all flowing out.

In just a few seconds, five or six tiger soldiers fell around him.

Those ministers have no martial arts, who has ever seen such a tragic fight? Who has ever seen such a brave madman!

So they were all frightened, trembling and not daring to come forward.

Wang Hu was also happy to do this - after he turned into a beast, his basic attributes soared sharply, and they were even comparable to most three-star level generals, but what followed was poor control of his output - it was not his intention to kill like this, it was just that he couldn't control his strength.

If those ministers rushed up to persuade him to fight, he was really afraid that he would accidentally kill two or three......

Although these tiger soldiers were far more elite than ordinary soldiers, and some of them were even able to perform pseudo-peerless skills with only four strokes, they were still vulnerable in front of a quasi-three-star powerhouse like Wang Hu. When he killed all the tiger soldiers who rushed over, and ran wildly in the main hall at a ghostly speed, suppressed the refresh points in the four corners in one go, and rushed back to Wang Yun's side, the battle between the two old men was finally decided.

After all, Wang Yun is a few years younger, so he relied on this advantage, after a hard fight, he successfully pressed Cai Yong to the ground, picked up the fist that trembled and had no strength because of the "hard fight", and opened the bow left and right, and knocked the opponent unconscious with a few punches in succession, only then he gasped and couldn't stand up on the ground.

"Xiaofeng, it's okay here, you go out and help them." He said to Wang Hu, who had been lifted from the beast and stayed by his side to protect him, "Killing Dong Thief is the top priority today. ”

"There's no need." Wang Hu took out his usual practice clothes from the inventory and put them on, and said lightly, "I just said that Dong Zhuo is already a dead man. Why should I waste my time slashing at a dead man twice? ”

He grinned, his scholarly smile reflecting the pool of blood around him, showing a different kind of charm.

"My mission is to protect you, Lord Situ, and Dong Zhuo is the goal of my companions, just as they believe that I can complete the mission, I also believe in them." He stretched out his hand to pull Wang Yun up and help the old man with a big temper to get dressed, "Each performs its own duties, each has its own business, that's all." ”

Wang Yun shook his head, didn't persuade anything, and instead talked to several ministers who came over tremblingly about tracking down Dong Zhuo's henchmen and reviving the dynasty.

I have to say that Wang Hu's firm and calm attitude, as well as his fierceness like a tiger when he fights and the gentleness of a scholar when he is peaceful, are very convincing.

Of course, what is more convincing is the mountains of tiger corpses piled up around, and Dong Zhuo, who is being besieged by masters outside and is embarrassed.

Dong Zhuo was embarrassed.

No matter who it is, it will be very embarrassing to be besieged by three top masters in reality.

Shi Tianpeng, Liu Yefei, Bi Yong, any of these three people, are all masters who are qualified to participate in large-scale fighting competitions, no matter how strong the action guide martial arts of "The Great Adventure" are, they will not be much stronger than them - because reality is not a game, and the highest martial arts master is at their level, no matter how high - it has to be genetically mutated into Spider-Man Hulk or something.

In the eyes of these masters, Dong Zhuo's martial arts are full of flaws, and they are not worth mentioning at all. If it weren't for the fact that the basic qualities of this dead fat man were too strong, and the equipment on his body was too good, even ten fat men would have been chopped up by them until now.

Shi Tianpeng shouted, jumped up, jumped to a height of at least three meters with leg strength that was impossible to achieve in reality, and the six-flowered eyebrow stick spun rapidly, like a drill, stabbing towards the top of Dong Zhuo's head from top to bottom.

At the same time, Bi Yong silently flashed to the direction where the center of gravity of Dong Zhuo's body moved, and on the side of his body, he performed a move similar to Tie Shan's leaning, resisting Dong Zhuo's escape route.

Dong Zhuowei screamed and waved his fist, blocking Liu Yefei's double knives with his arms - he was wearing a soft armor that was invulnerable and invulnerable, and it was with this treasure armor that he was able to hold on to the siege of the three top masters until now, and he didn't even suffer any external injuries.

This time, he also relied on the armor to block the sharp blade that Liu Yefei should have stabbed him in the throat.

But just like that, he didn't have time to dodge Shi Tianpeng's Qi Mei stick.

Shi Tianpeng's move is called "Yaksha Patrol", which is also a killing move in the "Eight Heavenly Dragon Sticks", but this move was originally jumped up from horseback or steps, eaves, and branches, attacking the enemy standing on the ground - because in reality, absolutely no one can jump so high, so basically no one will practice this trick in the Shaolin Temple - the tricks of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Sticks are about the same, and they basically require ridiculously high physical fitness - just like the legendary Buddhist patron saint Babu Tianlong, If it hadn't found a place in this virtual world, I was afraid that it would continue to be sealed in the Scripture Pavilion until it was completely forgotten.

But now, with extraordinary physical fitness as the foundation, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Sticks have exerted extraordinary power in Shi Tianpeng's hands!

The high-speed spinning long stick slammed on Dong Zhuo's serrated broadsword, and the sound was as heavy as a copper hammer hitting an anvil, although Dong Zhuo was tall and brave, but in the face of this condescending blow that filled Shi Tianpeng's whole body strength, it was a one-handed opponent, and finally he couldn't completely block it, and the sawtooth knife suddenly retreated, hitting his own face like a door panel.

By the time he swung his knife and fought again, the little nose on the fat face had collapsed in half, and blood was flowing down his nostrils.

This is the first time that Dong Zhuo has been injured and bleeding in this battle so far.

The three of them hit together, and they didn't stop, redoubling their efforts to attack, causing Dong Zhuo to retreat again and again.

After the battle, Shi Tianpeng, as the leader of the three, couldn't help but make room and turned his head to look at the palace gate.

Over there, Cheng Peng had already kicked Xu Rong unconscious, suppressed the refresh points of the tiger soldiers along the way one by one, and was striding over with the trophies of more than 200 catties of armor.

Seeing Shi Tianpeng looking at him, he smiled and raised his right hand holding the gun and waved.

"Come on! Come on! ”

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Say a few questions about the setting:

Historically, Dong Zhuo was a talented warrior, a polite corporal, and a dignified appearance, definitely not a fat pig who was only brutal and cunning - of course, he was indeed not a good person. The image of Dong Zhuo in my pen is in the "Warriors of the Three Kingdoms" series of games.

By the way, in history, Lu Bu was not young when he debuted (when the princes crusaded against Dong Zhuo, Liu Bei was about thirty years old, and Lu Bu was older than Liu Bei), and the image of the wild young man in the game was actually beautified.

I'm grateful for the readers' support for this book, but after all, this is a game and not reality, and it's a game novel, so please don't get too caught up in the question of historical truth.

Again: There was something wrong with the time setting (I mistakenly preset a "first year and zero months"), and now I have adjusted it so that the time of each event in the game is pushed back by a month.

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