"Father"

Lu Ziqiao, who was beside Chu Feng, let out an exclamation. Lu Ziqiao seemed surprised to see his father here.

Lu Bu glanced at Lu Ziqiao coldly, and a cold cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Ben Hou has no children, and he has no plans to accept fake children."

"Father, you don't know me"

Lu Ziqiao was stunned for a moment, in addition to being a little younger, the temperament exuded by his body was also very different from his usual appearance, what happened.

Also, there is a war going on here in the Tiger Prison Pass, and the Lord is subduing the world, the Son of Heaven is in the universe, and several major princes are in charge, and the world has always been a harmonious atmosphere, so why did it start fighting inexplicably.

Chu Feng held down Lu Ziqiao, who was about to say more, and looked at Lu Bu, with appreciation in his eyes, Lu Bu in his heyday was different, and the confidence and invincible temperament exuded by his body were something that the middle-aged and frustrated Lu Bu couldn't catch up with.

"The armor soldier who injured Ben Hou is just to see Ben Hou!"

Lu Bu, whose face was covered with frost, said in a cold voice.

"Poor Dao has planted some millet in the field, let's see how it grows!"

Chu Feng said calmly, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter. Comparing the people of the late Han Dynasty who became powerful because of the infusion of spiritual energy to millet in the field, I have to say, very vivid.

"Compare Benhou to millet in a field, growing?"

Lu Bu's eyes narrowed as a trace of doubt flashed on his face. The person in front of him, who he couldn't feel breath, said something too strange.

Then there was a beastly roar, and then hundreds of strong men, all with loose hair and simple armor, fell from the sky, like dumplings, all with their hair scattered and dressed in simple armor, and covered in dirt. It doesn't look like a wild man in the woods.

Chu Feng glanced at it casually, and guessed the identity of these people, the generals and captains of the Xiliang Army. If you guessed correctly, because they changed the world level of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, these people who were born in the wilderness have magnified their flaws and become fierce beast-like people.

"Roaring ......"

"Roaring ......"

A dozen or so generals who were close to each other let out a low roar, no different from a wild beast.

"Hmm"

Lu Bu let out a nasal voice, a little low, but very clear, within forty or fifty steps, it could be heard, let alone the people around him.

Suddenly, there was a dead silence!

"I dare to compare Ben Hou to Su, so bold!"

Lu Bu's cold gaze fell on Chu Feng again, and the killing aura on his body continued to rise.

Looking at the ferocious Lu Bu, Chu Feng's mind moved, and he threw a paper figure out of his sleeve, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a short sword-wielding ninja.

"Let's talk about winning Hattori Hanzo"

"Paper Humanization"

Lu Bu raised Fang Tian's halberd, and a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"殺す"

Hattori Hanzo was the first to strike.

Lu Bu greeted him!

The collision aroused a strong wave of qi on the spot, and then the two of them were like two sharp arrows, tearing through the air and shooting straight into the sky. In the rapid collision, the figure could not be seen at all, only the agitated sound of gold and iron clashing and the hoarse sound of breaking wind.

During the fight, the two kept falling, and when they approached the ground, a death domain was formed, and broken weapons, damaged armor, and the corpses of soldiers killed in battle were swept into it, stirred and shattered.

The ground was full of craters, as if it had been hit by a meteor.

On the city tower, a group of generals of the Xiliang Army looked at Lu Bu in battle, their eyes were full of fanaticism.

Soon, the two people who were fighting appeared near the moat, and their vigor was vertical and horizontal, and the murderous aura was permeated, stirring up waves several feet high. A few fat big fish more than two feet long broke out of the water, and as soon as they flicked their tails happily, they were shocked into a pile of minced meat. The muddy ground, with a little grass, was stained with a layer of blood.

"Shadow Clone"

Lu Bu fell into Hattori Hanzo's shadow clone, and the people who killed him in all directions all exuded the same aura and had the same strength.

Bang! The violent waves of air and sand and dust obscured everything, and because the power of the explosion was too great, the majestic tiger prison swayed for a while, but fortunately, Chu Feng made a move and stabilized.

The others, except for Lu Ziqiao, all jumped off the city tower, but there were no casualties.

Downstairs in the city, the two separated, maintaining a distance of hundreds of paces.

There were three more clearly visible cracks on Lu Bu's Fang Tian painting halberd, and there was also an extra cut on the armor on his chest.

The long sword of Hattori Hanzo transformed by the paper figure was almost broken, and the clothes on his body also had a few cuts.

No one took advantage of the collision just now!

However, Lu Bu was clearly enraged, and his face was covered with frost.

"Take Your Head"

Lu Bu continuously struck the ground with the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and the ground shook continuously, and soon a cone hill with a large top and a small bottom broke through the ground, and under Lu Bu's strong push, with an unrivaled momentum, it crashed over.

Hanzang in the abdomen swung his long sword, continuously slashed vertically and horizontally, emitting a cross-like energy, hitting the hill, and then piercing through the hole, going deeper, chiseling through the hill in just a few breaths, and seeing that he was about to rush in front of Lu Bu.

At the last moment, Lu Bu threw away the hill, rose from the ground, and with a violent momentum, waved the Fang Tian painting halberd and smashed it at Hattori Hanzo.

The strong wind cut his face, and the surrounding air caused a momentary lag, and Hattori Hanzo was in a trance for a while, and disappeared.

Lu Bu smashed into the air, looked at the paper figure that fell to the ground in disbelief, frowned, formed a raised Sichuan character, and half sounded, before he turned his gaze back to the person standing on the city wall.

"Yes, the millet in the field is growing well, and the poor road is not instilled with spiritual energy in vain."

With a burst of admiration, Chu Feng's figure appeared under the city tower, and he only kept a distance of less than ten steps from Lu Bu.

"The world has changed dramatically, and it has something to do with you?"

The surprise in Lu Bu's eyes turned into solemnity, he never expected to encounter a living myth.

Chu Feng had to say again, the heavens and the earth trembled, and there were signs of gradual instability, and the voice of the system sounded.

"The space-time rift is unstable and has affected here, please rush to the space-time rift immediately to maintain the formation."

Chu Feng glanced at it, and the military camp of the princes of the Eighteenth Route in the distance couldn't watch an upgraded version of the Three Heroes Battle Lu Bu, but it was a pity.

At this time, the heavens and the earth trembled again.

Lu Bu, Xiliang Jun, the princes of the Eighteenth Road, and Lu Ziqiao on the city tower all looked at the sky in surprise, not knowing what was going on.

"It's time to go"

Chu Feng's body shook and appeared near the space-time rift, and I don't know what happened, the space-time crack that was frozen was actually unstable.

"The host's behavior in the Tiger Prison has affected the stability of this handful of erroneous data, and it is best not to leave here for the next month."

It turned out that it was for this reason that Chu Feng bowed his head and entered the frozen land.

In the next month, people kept coming here, Lu Ziqiao, Lu Bu, and some strangers, all of whom stopped at a hundred feet away because of the heavy cold.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed, the space-time crack disappeared, and according to the disappearances that the system kept sending, Chu Feng knew that the space-time had stabilized, and the time point had returned to before.

"Host, the world of the late Han Dynasty has become a place with rich aura, in order to improve combat power and cultivate Dao soldiers to protect the Fa, please leave the host to leave a legacy."

The system's voice fell, and Chu Feng had an elusive smile on his face.

"The poor road must not only leave a legacy, but also leave a passage for ascension."

"Ascension Passage, which way?"

Chu Feng's gaze turned to the place where the space-time rift disappeared and put away his smile.

"A Chinese Ghost Story World"