The blood is flowing like a river, and the corpses are like mountains!

The battle continues.

The thriving military camp of the million-strong army in the state has completely turned into a Shura purgatory.

You can only hear death, you can see death, and you can only smell death.

Lu Wenhou's injuries are getting worse and worse, but it's a pity that the light in his eyes is getting more and more crazy, like a puppet that only knows how to fight, a machine that only knows how to kill.

This kind of Lu Wenhou is the most terrifying.

Although those soldiers are still brave, they are still not afraid of life and death, and they are one after another.

At this moment, the sound of rushing and killing sounded.

The Xiliang cavalry took advantage of the weakness and disrupted the crowd tactics of the Bingzhou army against Lu Wenhou.

Seeing this scene, many soldiers in Bingzhou only felt cold, and they were also very disappointed with Lu Wenhou.

They had already heard the rumors that Lu Wenhou was colluding with Wen Zhuo in private, but before seeing was believing, how would they believe it.

But now, seeing is believing, and they only feel disappointment and anger.

The unattainable mountain in my heart collapsed, and the invincible god of war in my heart no longer existed.

All that remains is a shameful, hateful betrayer, a disgusting, traitorous fellow.

Lu Wenhou didn't pay attention to those disdainful gazes, but continued to frantically wave the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand.

The sound of the halberd is like a dragon's roar, which is terrifying and terrifying.

In the war, he was numb and didn't pay much attention to things.

At this moment, Wen Zhuo carried two heavy pumpkin hammers to Lu Wenhou's side, and asked with a worried and concerned face, "Lu Yingying, are you okay?"

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Lu Wenhou's hand still didn't stop, and was still waving wildly.

However, he replied to Wen Zhuo with a wry smile: "You are now leading a large army to help me, it seems that you are saving me, but in fact, it makes me even more unable to jump into the Yellow River." ”

When Wen Zhuo heard this, he laughed and said: "Lu Yingying is a little different from you when he says this, shouldn't we do everything according to our hearts, go our own way, and let others say it?"

Listening to your seat, words are better than reading ten years.

With a few words, you can break the person in your dreams.

Lu Wenhou's heart suddenly brightened, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand made his moves a little more clever and ruthless, and there were countless more people killed.

Obviously, Wen Zhuo's words went to his heart.

About that day, the people of Luoyang, who were clothed in fine clothes and food, felt cold for the first time.

They had never smelled such a bloody breeze in their lives, nor had they ever seen a bloody wilderness, let alone a mountain of bones.

This kind of killing, the people of Luoyang, who are clothed in fine clothes and food, have heard of it, but they have never seen it.

When people see the hell of Shura with their own eyes, no matter how bold he is, they will always be afraid.

It has nothing to do with martial arts, it is human nature.

There are many versions of the dispute about the civil strife in the camp of the million-strong army in Bingzhou, but the horror of Lu Wenhou exists in each version.

As for the finality, the version heard by the princes of the Ten Roads and the entire Later Han Dynasty was that Ding Yuan attempted to rebel, and Lü Wen abandoned the secret and surrendered to the Ming, beheaded Ding Yuan, and joined the imperial court.

This news naturally set off stormy waves in the Later Han Dynasty.

Because they all know that Lu Wenhou is not serving the imperial court, but Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo is the pastor of Xiliangzhou, sitting on the Xiliang Iron Horse, entering Luoyang is the army of tigers and wolves, with the potential to sweep the world, and now he has to merge with the state and the state army, as well as the brave and invincible Lu Wenhou, who in this world can fight against it.

Although, in some rumors, Ji Yu can fight with Lu Wenhou, but rumors are just rumors after all.

Wen Zhuo annexed the state, and the princes of the Ten Roads finally came back to their senses, and understood that they and the others had ignored a terrifying jackal, and they raised tigers for trouble, raising a bigger enemy.

However, after Wen Zhuo got Lu Wenhou and merged with the state, and his power increased greatly, he did not rush to deal with the princes of the Ten Roads, but asked the Son of Heaven for an edict and issued a heroic post!

Call on the princes of the Ten Roads and the heroes of the world to unite to extinguish this fierce Red Turban Army uprising.

On the day the heroic post was issued, the entire Later Han world was shocked.

And as Ji Yu, who is now in control of Yizhou, he is naturally qualified to receive this hero post!

At the spring equinox, the wind blows the earth, another year of farming in Yizhou has begun, the grain yield of Jin County has been high, and Lushan County has also made great achievements.

This made the old men who followed Ji Yu very pleased.

However, when the heroic letter from Luoyang arrived, the peace of Yizhou was finally broken.

The prime minister's door is three guests, and the Luoyang messenger is from Qinggao.

When this messenger with a deep cultivation came to the gate of the Yizhou Prefecture and saw the two armored young men guarding the door, his head was extremely high, and he looked like no one in his eyes.

This reminded the two janitors of more than a year ago, when they were still guarding the gate in Lushan County, the Qinggao Yizhou envoy came.

After thinking about it, their status as gatekeepers is also getting higher, and the status of the messengers who come into contact is also getting higher.

The Luoyang messenger glanced at the two young men in the city lightly, as if he was looking at two watchdogs, and said with a proud face: "Call your state pastor, come out to see me!"

When the two teenagers heard this, they remembered the familiar words, and they said them.

"We don't have any state pastors here. ”

The Luoyang messenger was stunned, looked at them in disbelief, and exclaimed: "How is this possible, there is no state pastor in Yizhou, so you tell me that this is not the state capital?"

The two janitors glanced at each other and explained with a smile: "This is indeed the state capital, but there is indeed no state pastor, Yizhou only has a general, no state pastor." ”

The Luoyang messenger was stunned again, but it was only for a moment that he came back to his senses, and was a little annoyed, and shouted angrily: "You dare to play with me?"

As he spoke, he didn't wait for the two janitors to answer, and then he made a move.

He felt that as a dignified Luoyang messenger, it was necessary for him to teach the janitor in front of the house a lesson on behalf of this little Yizhou governor, who was so unruly.

On weekdays, no matter where he goes, even the gatekeepers in front of the Ten Princes' Mansions are respectful and polite to them, but now these two janitors dare to play with him here?

Is this a test of his IQ, or is it playing with him as a monkey?

A palm full of aura was punched out, but it was stopped by the two janitor's boys with one move.

The Luoyang messenger was stunned again, shouldn't he have slapped two watchdogs who didn't know how to be polite with one palm?

How could there be such a picture, with such a palm, two teenagers took it so easily?

These two teenagers, who are only in their teens, faintly have a cultivation similar to their own, how is this possible?

After cultivating the Dao by himself for decades, it was not easy to reach the Qi Breaking Realm, and these two teenagers reached this realm in their teens?

Just when he was puzzled, the two janitor boys looked at him coldly and said such a sentence in unison.

"My state capital does not cut history, please respect yourself!"

If you don't cut it, you will be a strong person in the realm of breaking your spirit, just like a cat and a dog, you need to be given by others to survive, what kind of nonsense is this?

Thinking about it, the Luoyang messenger couldn't help but become even more annoyed.

He quietly ran the n that he had cultivated for decades in this life, and was ready to mobilize the spiritual source in his body to teach these two janitors a lesson.

But at this moment, he felt a strong Zen breath coming from the vermilion corner next to him. 11