The battle is about to break out, just as the so-called gods fight, mortals suffer, a battle of life and death at the level of Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, although it is rare to see in the ages, but the slightest mistake will affect the pond fish, so everyone looked at them nervously, and the mood was even more uneasy.

Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu locked each other, Dong Zhuo had no choice to deal with Liu Xie, but a country can only accommodate one monarch, since Dong Zhuo was promoted to the new emperor, Liu Xie has only a dead end.

Jia Xu would not kill Liu Xie himself, but the loyal and intellectually inferior Huaxiong Society. He was only for Dong Zhuo, and he was smiling cruelly at the moment, walking towards Liu Xie with the Wave Breaking Knife.

Liu Xie has always been clever, and none of the hundred officials are Hua Xiong's opponents, even if Lu Zhi, Cai Yong, and Wang Yun fight with their lives, they can't help him and the Flying Bear Army. Now the only thing he can rely on is the mysterious old man except for the princes who are hidden in various parts of the palace.

Seeing Liu Xie approaching him, the old man frowned slightly, but he did not resist. When Liu Xie walked to his side, Hua Xiong had already followed closely with dozens of Flying Bear Army, and said arrogantly: "Liu Xie, you come out, the emperor has other arrangements for you." ”

If it was in normal times, Liu Xie would have been drunk and frightened, but with the old man by his side, he became fearless and scolded: "Huaxiong, you can only bring about your own demise if you follow Dong Zhuo, if you switch to me at this time, you may be able to make up for it." ”

"Hahahaha~"

Hua Xiong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, as if he was listening to a big joke.

"There is such a funny person in the world, who is still talking in his dreams when he is dying. No wonder you will become a deposed emperor, you can live until now is simply a gift from God. Listen, if there is a lord, there will be Huaxiong, and if there is no lord, there will be no Huaxiong, don't try to persuade me. Come here!" Stretched out his big hand and grabbed Liu Xie. It's not that he didn't notice the old man, but the old man was dressed ordinarily, his figure was rickety, and most importantly, there was no true qi flowing on his body at all, and he suddenly looked like an old eunuch who was about to die, so Hua Xiong didn't take him to heart at all ‖.

When Hua Xiong's hand grabbed Liu Xie's collar and was about to lift him up with force, a strong but peaceful true qi came from Liu Xie's body, which was not at all comparable to Hua Xiong. Hua Xiong was caught off guard, and with an "ouch" sound, he hurriedly let go.

"You ......"

Hua Xiong stretched out his hand to take a look, there was no external injury, including the true qi in his body, he couldn't help but look at Liu Xie suspiciously, and then looked at the old man next to him, unable to figure out who was playing with him.

Jia Xu could see that Hua Xiong had suffered a secret loss, but the person who made the shot obviously didn't want to show his face. He reminded on the side: "Huaxiong, you can send someone to take care of the hundred officials, and when you make a move, they will naturally call you." After that, he casually looked at the old man and said no more.

In fact, Jia Xu's heart had already set off a turbulence: What is the origin of this old man? Cultivation is so unfathomable, it seems that he is not under the Taishi. Looking at Liu Xie's performance today, he did not lose the decadence of the country at all, but faintly felt a kind of excitement eager to try. In addition to this mysterious old man, could it be that there is anything else to rely on? hehe...... Not only Liu Xie, Lu Zhi and the other three were also unhurried, except for Lu Bu, who seemed to have a behind...... Could it be Sima Yi? This kid has Yanghu, Wen Yang, Deng Ai, Zhong Hui and others under his command, and his own strength is not weak. By the way, there is also Shi Xinna's kid who has to guard against it, his holy religion is not what it used to be, and the reason why Sangong is so calm must have something to do with him...... Today's situation is far more complicated than it seems.

The reason why Jia Xu is called a "poisoner", in addition to poison schemes, what he is best at is observing words and emotions and protecting himself wisely, unless he has an absolute advantage, he will always leave a way back for himself. Now that the situation is unclear, he must stop Hua Xiong, see the old man's attitude of standing by and watching, in this case, more is better than less, not provoking him is the emperor's way, what if he makes a move and implicates his anger on himself?

In addition to Dong Zhuo in the Liangzhou army, Jia Xu and Li Ru have the highest prestige, and now that Li Ru has withdrawn, Jia Xu's words represent Dong Zhuo's words, and Hua Xiong has no choice but to do as he says.

Everyone turned their attention to the middle two, for fear of missing any detail.

Lu Bu gradually approached the Zen Concession Platform, and a vague smell of blood suddenly entered his nose, causing him to stop for a moment. He wanted to trace the source of the smell of blood, but he was afraid that Dong Zhuo would suddenly attack, so he had to let go of his anxiety and concentrate on the battle.

The two were getting closer and closer, and Lu Bu snorted and took the lead in attacking.

Fang Tian's halberd shone with golden light, slashing Dong Zhuo from top to bottom.

Dong Zhuo snorted coldly and threw out the Black Flame Meteor Hammer. The huge ball hammer was attached to the thick ‖ black chain, and the shaking made a series of heavy metal collision sounds, and the sound was terrifying.

The Black Flame Meteor Hammer was not slower than the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, it stretched out longer than the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and the two collided in the air, making a heaven-shattering sound. In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Fang Tian's halberd was unexpectedly hammered aside by the Black Flame Meteor. With a "bang", the huge halberd slapped on the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.

"Eighth rank cultivation!"

Lu Bu's eyes widened and he shouted out in disbelief.

Dong Zhuo stood proudly and corrected domineeringly: "You are wrong, you are the eighth class and one heavy!"

Hearing the conversation between Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, there was an uproar again in the Weiyang Palace. No one present knew how much Dong Zhuo's cultivation was, including Jia Xu and Hua Xiong, who often came into contact with Dong Zhuo. But they knew that in the chaos in the palace eight years ago, it was mainly Dong Zhuo who defeated Liu Hong, and Liu Hong was already a seventh-rank pulse master at that time.

As Lu Bu, who was at the peak of the seventh rank and had been the first pulse master of the Han Dynasty for a long time, as long as the pulse was in contact, he could immediately sense the other party's cultivation, so no one would think that he had misjudged, not to mention that Dong Zhuo had already confirmed it personally.

The people of the Liangzhou Legion were naturally overjoyed when they heard the news, and even Jia Xu, who had made many guesses, was greatly relieved at this moment. What is the concept of the eighth-rank pulse master, this is an existence that can be compared with Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty, Emperor Liu Xiu of the Han Guangwu Emperor and others, and it is almost invincible in this era.

"What? Are you scared?"

Dong Zhuo deliberately pulled back the Black Flame Meteor Hammer slowly, and the heavy ball hammer scraped several deep marks on the ground. He took two steps forward, and the monster smiled, striking Lu Bu from the heart and momentum.

Lu Bu felt the pressure from the other party, but did not reply, and involuntarily took a step back, his surprised expression was gone, but his brows were already wrinkled. It was the first time he felt threatened since he became famous, and this feeling made him a little uncomfortable, and even a little breathless.

Although there is only two differences between the eighth-class one-heavy and seventh-class peaks, there may be a world of difference in strength. The eighth rank is the seven meridians that have been opened up, including the Ren meridian, and there is only one meridian left from the apex of the pulse master, not to mention that Dong Zhuo is not the eighth grade zero weight, but the eighth rank and one weight, this extra weight is more obvious than the extra first grade gap when the lower pulse master was in time.

The eighth-rank pulse master is the height that many pulse masters dream of, and it is also the height that most pulse masters dare not think of in their lifetime. But Dong Zhuo reached it, while Lu Bu had been struggling to advance on the road of the seventh-rank pulse master for more than ten years, but he still hadn't reached it.

It's that simple, it's so unexpected, it's so cruel.

"Ridiculous, right? I have been the first in the Han Dynasty for so many years, but I have always been self-absorbed. ”

Dong Zhuo stimulated Lu Bu as he advanced, and Lu Bu retreated again and again, and after retreating seven steps, the faint smell of blood in the air had completely disappeared.

Suddenly, Lu Bu stopped, and the corners of his mouth flashed with confidence that he had forgotten for a while.

"That's right, I've been looking for an opponent who can match me, and I've been pursuing a higher level of cultivation. Now that you've found it, why hold back?"

At this moment, Lu Bu, all the love, hatred, family hatred, and national hatred, personal gains and losses have all been left behind, and he has turned back to the purest Lu Bu who is a fledgling and obsessed with cultivation.

"I should lay down my life to fight!"

Thinking so, Lu Bu quickly untied the dragon tongue bow behind him with an invisible movement to the naked eye, "swished" three times, and shot out three golden arrows, and the arrows did not leave Dong Zhuo's vital point. After shooting the arrow, he put away the dragon tongue bow at the same speed, Fang Tian's halberd was already in his hand, let go of his footsteps, roared, and his whole body shot towards Dong Zhuo like a cannonball.

"Come on!"

Dong Zhuo let out a loud shout, and the butcher knife in his left hand slashed three times in the air, accurately smashing the three golden arrows into pieces. His right hand shook the Black Flame Meteor Hammer vigorously, and after shaking violently in the air for a few times, he suddenly let go and roared towards Fang Tian's Halberd.

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