As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked sideways.

In the impression of the brothers, Li Feng is a scumbag brother with average combat effectiveness, and so many yellow turban thieves can drown Li Feng even if they spit and foam.

But what they don't know is that Li Feng is a skilled general, and the five-layer superposition effect of the "Beast Blood Boiling" military skill is soldier force +5, blood volume doubled, and a 37.5%-50% damage reduction effect.

In other words, although there are only 100 veterans, if you really fight, each soldier can be ten with one, and it is extremely tough!

This is also one of Li Feng's confidence to dare to challenge Li Damu.

Liu Bei looked at Li Feng with a worried expression, "Fourth brother, you..."

"I can do it! Big brother, second brother, third brother, Yizilong, please believe me! Li Feng patted his chest and promised, "If I can't do it, it's not too late for you to get on!" ”

Liu Bei and a few brothers glanced at each other, then at Li Feng, who had a confident face, and nodded: "Okay, you have to be careful!" ”

"Report ~ The Yellow Turban Thief has arrived ten miles away!"

"Just in time!" Li Feng was overjoyed, and hurriedly dragged Zhao Yun to the side, and whispered: "Zilong, help me!" ”

“？？？”

Zhao Yun had a question mark in his head, he didn't know what Li Feng was going to do, it was you who wanted to appear in front of people, and it was you who wanted to help. What the hell are you messing with?

"That, for the sake of the past, your martial arts savior... Can you lock me down? Li Feng rubbed his face and rubbed his hands and said.

“……”

Zhao Yun looked at Li Feng, didn't say anything, the meaning in his eyes was very clear, I am not your minister, you are not my lord, if you want me to use the "Savior" skill to help you, you have to show some sincerity.

Li Feng nodded, took out a green bag book from his arms, and put it in Zhao Yun's hand.

Zhao Yun was unmoved.

Li Feng gritted his teeth, took out another green bag book and handed it over.

Zhao Yun nodded and patted him on the shoulder, "Go ahead, I'll take care of you." ”

Between the words, Zhao Yun's skill jumped,

[Martial Skill: Savior (Activating, Locking Target Li Feng) You can lock on to a desperate target of your own, and then transfer 50% of the damage taken by that target to yourself]

It's done!

Don't worry about your life!

Li Feng turned back with the steps of six relatives who did not recognize him, and looked around at everyone, full of confidence.

Letting Zhao Yun help resist damage is another confidence for him to dare to single out Li Daji.

With the Savior locked on, who can kill him?!

Death!

Li Feng looked up to the sky and laughed three times, and waved his big hand, "Brothers, let's go!" ”

Brother Liu Bei pulled a few behind, watching Li Feng rush out with more than a hundred veterans in a rage, all of them were a little incredulous.

Zhang Fei frowned, thinking in his heart that unconsciously, the fourth brother was already so fierce.

Perhaps, he can really carry a blow to me.

Well, try it another day, with 10% strength.

……

Soon, a group of black yellow turbans came from the northeast along the official road, all over the mountains and fields.

From a distance, a yellow crowd was crowded, densely packed with countless people.

On the other hand, on Li Feng's side, there were only one hundred and ten people.

Combat power for this, 1 to 50.

Everyone sweated for Li Feng.

Li Feng didn't panic at all, and the first time he saw the Yellow Turban Thief, he launched the military skills one after another, and at the same time drew his sword and roared: "Brothers, capture Li Damu alive and make meritorious contributions, just today!" Kill! ”

Strategist Skill: Beast Blood Boiling (Activated, within 100*100 range, all allied soldiers' strength +1)...

Strategist's Skill: Beast Blood Boiling (Activated, within 100*100 range, all allied soldiers' strength +2)...

Strategist's Skill: Beast Blood Boiling (Activated, within 100*100 range, all allied soldiers' strength +3)...

Strategist Skill: Beast Blood Boiling (Activated, within 100*100 range, all allied soldiers' strength +4)...

Strategist's Skill: Beast Blood Boiling (Activated, within a range of 100*100, all allied soldiers' strength +5)...

Strategist's Skill: Beast Blood Rage (Active, within a 100*100 radius, all allied soldiers' HP is doubled, and the damage is reduced by 37.5%-50%. ）

……

Boom –

With the activation of the beast's blood rage, more than a hundred soldiers overtook Li Feng, who was riding a horse, as if they had eaten five stones, brandishing their weapons with red eyes, and roaring and rushing towards the more than 5,000 yellow turban thieves on the opposite side.

In the distance, Brother Liu Bei's scalp was numb and looked at each other.

This is the third time they've seen it.

I have to say that the soldiers under the command of the fourth brother Li Feng seem to have a kind of magic power, which is so fierce that it can't be done.

Following the soldiers' buttocks and rushing forward, Li Feng casually looked at the head of a soldier.

Name: Xiao Qi

Class: Rank 5 Soldier

Intelligence: 20

Brawn: 20 (15+5)

Health: 40/40 (16+4*2)

Skill: 2/22

Soldier Skill (Provisional): Beast Blood Rage [(100% active), your health is doubled, and the damage taken is reduced by 50%]

“……”

Four more blood than before?

Li Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the soldiers had also risen two ranks, and immediately urged the horse to rush into the crowd of yellow turban thieves and kill them.

As soon as they fought, the Moon Frost Sword was like a spiritual snake coming out of the hole, and "poof, poof, poof" resulted in fifteen or sixteen yellow turban thieves coming around, and at the same time, Li Feng was also hit several times, and blood gushed out from his body.

But Li Feng didn't feel the pain at all, regardless of his own injuries, he struck an old man, killed the five or six Yellow Turban thieves in front of him, and led a group of violent soldiers to the thief leader Li Damu.

Li Damu hid in the middle of the Yellow Turban thief, constantly commanding the crowd to intercept Li Feng, and shouted: "Kill the enemy general, reward the gold, and be promoted to three levels!" ”

Since Youzhou Qushuai Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao were killed alone, all the Yellow Turban leaders in Youzhou have realized one thing, the closer they rush, the faster they will die.

Li Damu is deeply aware of this, every time he leads the team to loot a place, he will observe it first, if the opponent does not have a fierce general, then he will strike hard; If the opponent has a fierce general, then retreat behind.

Therefore, after seeing Li Feng's heroic posture of being covered in blood but still moving forward bravely, Li Damu's momentum has been taken away. He weighed his own weight, and felt that he couldn't beat Li Feng too much, so he hurriedly offered a high price to motivate his subordinates to slaughter Li Feng.

As the saying goes, there must be brave men under heavy rewards. After hearing the reward, those Yellow Turban soldiers who were a little frightened by Li Feng heard the reward, and their morale was instantly boosted, and they rushed towards Li Feng.

In an instant, Li Feng was surrounded by thirty layers inside and thirty layers outside, and the water wrapped in yellow could not be leaked.

"Big brother, I'm going to help the fourth brother?"

"Big brother, I'm going too?"

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei couldn't sit still. After all, Li Feng looked too dangerous, his clothes had been stained red with blood, although none of the more than a hundred soldiers died, but more than a hundred people were surrounded by 5,000 yellow turban thieves, which looked too thrilling.

Seeing a yellow turban, Li Feng, who was dressed in green clothes, was like a small boat on the turbulent waves, and it seemed that it would be submerged at any time.

"Second brother and third brother, take a look again." Liu Bei stopped the two and glanced at Tai Shi Ci, who silently raised his bow and arrows, pulled them full, and aimed at Li Damu who was a hundred steps away.

In the encirclement, the bloody battle continues.

Li Feng pierced the two yellow turban thieves with a sugar gourd, kicked the two soldiers out with a flying kick, turned over and jumped on the back of the horse again, and fought bravely at Li Damu who was twenty feet away.

A hundred or so soldiers followed closely on the side, killing indiscriminately.