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The strict array traveled between the mountains and forests, and in the sonorous sound of iron armor rubbing, a murderous cold light was refracted. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On top of the giant horse with scarlet eyes, the ghost god under the black armor took a deep breath and smelled the mountain wind.

"It's coming, this kind of killing aura must be a strong enemy, right?"

"Who will come?" His fingers stroked over the heavy weapon beside him, and he said to himself in a chilling tone: "The two brothers of the big-eared thief? Those barbarians whose names you can't even remember? Or is it the surprise I was looking forward to? ”

The sneering adjutant general next to him came up: "The general will definitely ...... this battle"

"Get out." Lu Bu was not interested in listening to his words, those sycophants who were not interesting at all, and glanced at the guy with disdain, but found that it was a waste who could only tremble, and he was not even in the mood to get angry.

He suddenly remembered the middle-aged man who was following him, and he didn't know when he had disappeared.

That trace of helplessness made the flame of anger rise in his heart again, and in the end, it could only turn into a whisper: "Chen Gong ......"

From there, to here, Lu Bu turned into a ghost god, Diao Chan was no longer around, and even Chen Gong had disappeared.

Even the enemy is gone.

Immersed in nameless rage, he suddenly took off the huge murder weapon from the saddle, and waved it angrily, smashing the boulder and green pine around him in a furious manner.

At this time, his subordinates had already dodged to the side, and whispered tremblingly: "The general is crazy again, crazy again......

The Tiger Prison Pass in his memory resurfaced, and he roared angrily and violently, roaring in front of the long-defunct princely army: "Who else! Even the enemy is gone! ”

A low scream came from far away, instantly changing from a mosquito to a sharp one.

The heavy spear pierced the long distance before whizzing and crashing into the slashing halberd. With a loud bang, the spear deflected and pierced into his lieutenant's mouth, dragging the terrified-looking snake man out of the way, and finally nailed to the rock with the tremor of the shaft, and the abyss below.

It was only at this moment that the sound of horses galloping and arrays galloping echoed from the valley.

Riding the old but extremely fast old horse, Bai Shuo replied with a sneer: "Don't worry, sir, there is always a delay in calling the service." ”

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In the smoke and dust, the lieutenant general behind Bai Shuo carried the old banner, and the flying banner was waving in the shouts and roars, and the mottled blood stains on it had almost merged with the flag, unable to peel off, permeated with a burning will.

As Bai Shuo lifted the reins of the horse, on the mountain road, the front hooves raised by the old horse stood up, letting out a neighing roar, and his eyes were blood-red like a beast.

"The sky is dead!" Bai Shuo shouted loudly on his horse, and the sound continued to reverberate in the valley, and the next moment the soldier's response was transmitted like thunder.

"Huang Tian should stand! Huang Tian should stand! Huang Tian should stand! ”

Amid a deafening roar, they began to charge.

The eyes of the old war horse were almost about to emit blood-red light, and the four hooves galloped along the mountain road, leaving behind scorched black hoof prints that seemed to be burned by the light.

The yellow old horse's size suddenly swelled by half under the blessing of Bai Shuo's power, and the faint outline of light appeared as an invisible armor covering its body.

Even a strong man would let out a cry of pain under the power of this potential, but there was only joy and pleasure in the neighing of the old horse under Bai Shuo's crotch.

Born on the battlefield, living on the battlefield, galloping on the battlefield, but not dying on the battlefield, can only grow old day by day, reduced to a heavy horse.

Even it has the ideal of galloping bloody on the battlefield.

A pleasant hiss came from its mouth, its hooves struck the earth with a thunderous sound, and the heavy figure almost stretched into an afterimage.

Cloaked in invisible armor, the old war horse galloped along the mountain road and crashed into the array of the Demon King's army.

A huge impact poured down on the soldiers at the head, shattering their bones and flying out of place.

It was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and with the support of Bai Shuo, it galloped wantonly on the battlefield, and the iron hooves constantly stepped on the earth and the enemy's body to make huge depressions.

Like a blade falling from the sky, Bai Shuo alone broke through the barrier of the gun forest, violently and unstoppably cut through their array, and sprinted through the array of the Demon King Army.

The broken spear kept flying, and in the distorted sound, Bai Shuo had already seen Lu Bu's figure.

Under the hideous helmet, Lu Bu's eyes were blood-red, and his gaze swept over Bai Shuo's face like a blade.

Appreciating the killing behavior of his enemies, he let out a cry of satisfaction and surprise: "Interesting, interesting!" ”

In his hand, the huge and heavy murder weapon swung violently, rolling up a heavy wind pressure, and the sound of the wind layer grinding was like a stone mill spinning.

The demonized red rabbit crushed the sound of wind pressure, and jumped up with the ghost god on his shoulder, Lu Bu laughed wildly and raised his weapon and slashed down at Bai Shuo's head.

"Put on the good head, wait for me to take it!"

In the loud noise, the red rabbit fell like a meteorite, setting off a huge wave, and countless wailing human faces seemed to be reflected on the black armor.

The huge Fang Tian Painting Halberd tore through the air, making a terrible sound, and slashed towards Bai Shuo's neck.

At that moment, the eyes of the two people met in the air, and in their eyes, there was the same madness and joy.

This feeling...... Great!

Bai Shuo's palm suddenly stood up, blocking between the halberd and his neck, and the layers of mandala patterns expanded with the thorn pattern.

At the moment of collision, a sharp sound was heard, and the halberd slashed a dented scratch above the barrier.

The beast's violent will seeped through the blade of the weapon, destroying the barrier patterns on the scratches and making the makeshift barrier crack.

And the blade of light that cut the waves also cut deep marks on the breastplate of the ghost god.

Unable to solve each other's problems under a single blow, the air pressure set off by the two swept and crushed in all directions, rushing the soldiers who dared to approach out of the distance.

At this moment, the center of the battle between the two has become a whirlpool of riots in the ocean, and everything that comes close will be shattered.

"Just because of this little people want to stop me?"

The ghost god brandished the heavy Fang Tian painting halberd, and out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the Yellow Turban Army who were in close contact with the Demon King Army, and let out a mocking laugh: "Haha...... Even such a coward has the courage to step on the battlefield under the leadership of others! Interesting! Interesting! ”

"Coward?" Bai Shuo replied-for-tat: "As far as I know, there are many 'cowards' who dare to face ghosts and gods like this!" ”

Just on the edge of the battlefield, there was a sudden violent uproar.

In the midst of the billowing of smoke and dust, dozens of different flags were waving in the wind and hunting.

On this small battlefield, the situation suddenly reversed, and the demon king army began to break up amid the roar of the famous generals.

Standing out among the fastest cavalry in front of him, holding high the banner of Bishamenten, countless people roared at the same time: "The dragon of Echigo is here!" ”

And after the battle flag of the word 'Bi', a burly giant shrouded in iron armor carrying a banner with sunflower patterns followed, and the Tokugawa family crest also entered the battlefield at this moment.

The banners of the three families of Wei, Shu and Wu, which Bai Shuo was most familiar with, outflanked them from both sides, trapping the Demon King Army in the center of the entire mountain road.

Faintly visible, the leader of the white horse silver spear, unstoppable touch......

In an instant, the disadvantage of the Yellow Turban Army was completely reversed.

Lü Bu only had one, and there were many of them; They may not be able to defeat this peerless ghost god, but they will be able to destroy this demon king army that far outnumber them.

"You have to understand ......"

Bai Shuo laughed, and the light blade in his hand suddenly cut along the heavy halberd towards Lu Bu's fingers: "...... There is more courage than just one! ”

The light blade of Tu Tu shredded the iron armor on Lu Bu's arm, but it didn't cut off his fingers.

Bai Shuo's momentary stagnation was taken advantage of by Lu Bu, and the painting halberd with a glittering bloody luster smashed towards Bai Shuo's chest in the howling wind.

There was a loud bang, the circular barrier shattered, and the tremendous force brought by the collision made the old horse neigh and take a few steps back, and his hind hooves almost fell off the cliff.

Far behind Bai Shuo, the lieutenant who was nailed to the mountain wall was still not dead, struggling and writhing.

Lu Bu laughed wildly and drove his horse up, waving the halberd in his hand, and the black-red flame of light burned from his body, making the world dim.

After the speed soared dozens of times, the violent martial arts sharpened from the sea of corpses and blood completely revealed the power of despair, like a whirlwind formed by the interweaving of scarlet and pure black, and all creatures that dared to approach, whether they were friends or foes, were all reduced to pieces.

This is the real ghost god, Lu Bu's strong posture.

Musou Flurry!

The hoarse chirp sounded again, and the horse's eyes were scarlet, and the muscles of his body bulged, and he hissed like crazy to make eardrums ache.

Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles!!

As long as its heart is still beating, it will never give up the dream of running in the wind, and no one can stop it or end its last carnival.

Even if it's a ghost...... It's the same!

"You want to gallop, you want to run, don't you?"

Bai Shuo, in the midst of a noisy shouting and shouting hell, pulled out the two black short knives from his own space, which were full of gaps and cracks. Although it was already covered with cracks, the black steel was permeated by the color of blood, and the cold aura of death swirled over it.

Looking at the black-red storm that swept and spread, Bai Shuo smiled silently, and pointed his blade at the figure of the ghost god in the storm: "Then gallop!" ”

The heavy horse's hooves once again smashed huge depressions and cracks in the earth, and in the face of the black wind, they suddenly jumped into the realm of ghosts and gods!

"Shame on the enemy, I'll take off his clothes!"