The earth and rocks splashed, the cloak was stroking, and countless eyes looked at the direction. The distance between the two of them was the long traces of the horse's hooves. Zhao Ye Yu Lion slowed down and turned back to the right time. Zhao Yun pressed down with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other, and there was still some blood on the tip of the sword.

At this moment, he frowned slightly, his eyes dripped across the corner of his eyes, and there was a white mark on his right shoulder armor.

On the other hand, Ma Chao turned his horse around, and blood was already flowing out from his back, dyeing his armor red. The girl in the Xiliang army disguised as a guard subconsciously covered her mouth and nervously grabbed her brother Ma Dai's arm: "Call me, brother, don't hit me..." On the side, Ma Dai shook his head and looked at the injured figure, and smiled: "How can my brother easily admit defeat, but it's not a loss to change one sword."

In front of the field of vision, the torn cloak waving, brushing over his right arm slowly fading away, revealing the sharpness of a long sword. The white mark on Zhao Yun's shoulder armor was chopped out by it. The crowd around him looked a little confused, and even frightened. Lu Lingqi rubbed her eyes and turned her head to look at her father beside her: "...what happened just now?"

"It's very fast to draw the sword... It's also very hidden. I heard that Xiliang Ma Chao has a sword technique." Lu Bu frowned and explained to Lu Lingqi. Even if he was on the court, he might suffer a loss under the sword just now. "It's a pity... it's still a little immature, otherwise it wouldn't have been cut on Zhao Yun's shoulder armor."

"That's good, that's good." The girl patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief. Lu Bu, who was sitting upright on the horse, glanced over, as if she could see her thoughts, and she calmed down: "Lingqi, don't think about it. Any two people in the field can hit you ten, so I'm safe to be with my father."

Lu Lingqi's cheeks swelled like inflatable, her eyebrows were bent down, and her eyes were almost narrowed into a slit. She stared at her father scrutinized, muttering, "Godde Wen Hou... Increases the ambition of others..." Such words, Lu Bu was very good at hearing, and naturally heard clearly. She just smiled on her face, didn't care about her daughter's complaints, and kept paying attention to the two people who fought together again in the field.

Two war horses were caught and turned around, and two long spears were intensively attacking in the air. Ma Chao was born in Xiliang and used weapons that were longer than the gentian gun, but they were not as flexible as it was for waving. In the fight, they fought like storms, picking, sweeping, stabbing, pointing, smashing... Continuous collisions, everyone heard the sound of metallic attacks. The horse under the seat turned into a circle and changed positions constantly. The hooves stepped on the ground and stabilized their bodies, and withstood the force of the two above. Sometimes the stones they stepped on flew out under the iron hooves, and even some hit the enclosed shields, making a thunderous sound.

In the heavy rain, Ma Chao leaned back on the horse's back, and the stabbing gentian spear suddenly changed and swept across him. The reflected sunlight brought out a string of afterimages. He heard his "ah" shout, clamping the horse's belly, and suddenly flipped up from the horse's back. The heavy spear hanging from the side came out with all his strength.

可

The White Horse Sword was unsheathed, and slashed in Zhao Yun's hand. The moment he cut the spear head of the stabbing spear, the dragon gall spear in his other hand roared and swung away from Ma Chao's face. The latter quickly pulled the reins, and the cloak of the gap flipped over the wind. The iron sword was unsheathed very quickly, but it cut all the air. His pupils tightened sharply, and the spear swung suddenly deflected away from the long sword that was approaching, and interspersed.

The gentian spear stopped at Ma Chao's nose, and there was a faint sound of phoenixes in the air.

"General Zhao is indeed powerful!" Ma Chao lowered his tiger-headed spear and arched his hand on the horse's back: "...... Chao is convinced, and I will look for the general to ask for advice when I have time."

"You are not murderous intent enough... Whether it is a competition or a fight, you don't have the idea of ​​killing the other party, no matter how powerful it is, it doesn't make sense."

After saying that, he ignored Ma Chao, put his gun away and turned his horse's head. Zhao Yun looked at the Bingzhou Army, as if waiting for someone to come up.

...

On the high platform, Gongsun Zhi leaned against the railing and looked at the contest where the winner was decided below, and he seemed calm. Meitu behind him spoke in a low voice, but his tone was excited.

"The governor wants to go to Daqin. The journey is long and there are Kushan in the middle. The two countries are not comparable to our Dayuan, and their troops are even stronger. The heavenly soldiers of the Shangbang have never met them, and they will suffer a great loss."

"The King of Dayuan is so concerned."

Gongsun Zhi turned his head slightly and looked at him with a smile, "The provocation method is useless to me. Since you have said that, Dayuan is connected to the two countries, let's talk to me about Anxu and Kushan."

"I don't dare."

The King of Dayuan quickly lowered his face, ".... Governor, the Kushan was built by the Dayuezhi people. In recent years, it has become worse than before. My Dayuan also broke away from his throne five years ago, and Khwarezm also broke away from its control last year. The Governor wanted to send an envoy to pass through the border and give him some gifts, which should not be difficult."

Gongsun Zhi frowned and thought, and knocked his finger on the railing: "Where to rest in peace?"

"The governor is talking about the Parthian Empire. Three years ago, the Emperor Severus of the Qin Dynasty captured Seleucia and the capital of the Parthian Empire along the Euphrates River. Their emperor Vollogis V fell ill. However, Meitu heard that the people of the Qin Dynasty suddenly missed this best opportunity and hurried back to the country to fight a place called Clark, which was a city dominated by women..."

The wind blew the wolf velvet on the collar armor. Gongsun Zhi looked at the army below holding a snake spear in the army. Zhang Fei, who had a leopard head and eyes, rode out of the formation. For a moment, he narrowed his eyes: "Is that woman called Stephanie? She has a brother named Gerald?"

"When I returned to the governor, most of the news that Mei Tu received was said by the caravans coming from the west. I only know so much, no matter how much I have, I don't know..."

Seeing that his tone was wrong, Meitu responded carefully. When a person suddenly heard the voice from the bottom of the high platform, the thunder broke the words behind him like a sunny drought. He stretched his neck and looked down. A Han man riding a black horse stood there with a strange weapon in his hand and shouted to another Han general in silver armor and white robe opposite him.

"Zilong, you have only fought for one game and your strength is not as strong as me. Let's just go down. I'll invite you to drink. Lao Dian has hidden a few jars there."

On the high platform, Dian Wei, who heard the sound, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet in anger: "This Zhang San can't hide his words!" When he saw Li Ke coming over, he shouted loudly: "What are you looking at? It's gone!"

"Stingy!" Li Ke spat at him, and turned back with his mace in his arms.

On the other side of the field, Zhao Yun was silent for a moment, and agreed to admit defeat. After bowing without saying a word, he rushed back to the formation with his gun and horse. As a brother, Xiahou Lan came up, "Zilong, why didn't he fight with that black-faced Zhang Fei, and just gave him the opportunity to be a pioneer in vain."

"For generals, you must know how to advance and retreat. I have fought with Ma Chao in Xiliang for dozens of rounds. When I fight Zhang Yide, if I can't keep up with my physical strength, I will lose sooner or later. It's better to quit voluntarily and win some reputations and favors." Zhao Yun took the silk handkerchief handed by the other party and wiped the sweat stains on his face, "It's just a pity that he failed to fight with Wen Hou."

When he said this, the black man who was standing in the field with a spear in the field ran his horse, stopped at the Bingzhou military formation, and pointed at it: "Three...Lu Bu, I can't wait for the agreement to fight again at Sishui Pass before. I will fight now, and only decide the winner or lose."

The soldiers of the three armed forces surrounded each opened their mouths one by one, and an uproar sounded, and a voice in the crowd lowered: "Who is that black man?"

"Liu Bei's third brother, but his martial arts skills are very good."

"...... When he was challenging Dong, he fought with Wen Hou... and there was also a cuckold guy."

"Who is Wen Hou? This black man came to participate in the Western Expedition alone..." Some soldiers in the Bingzhou army were unhappy and their voices became louder: "...... I don't even bring some soldiers and horses to make a fortune, and it's not embarrassing."

In front of the formation, the red feather with his hair tied up gently, and the girl riding a curly red rabbit stepped out of a horse's head, and her arms with a delicate beast's head slowly raised. Lu Lingqi pointed the crescent halberd at Zhang Fei in her hand, and her voice was crisp: "You are the defeated general under my father, why do you have the right to challenge? Besides, my father has never taken action easily, what are you..."

Before the word "thing" was finished, a shadow moved to block the sunshine on her back. Lu Bu rode forward. Every time his heavy horse's hooves took a step, they splashed dust on the ground. With a halberd in his hand, he inserted into the soil and spoke in a majestic voice: "Lingqi, girls, don't swear, be careful that your mother beats you when you go back."

In the girl's stunned expression, Lu Bu laughed loudly and nodded to Zhang Fei opposite him: "Since you are worried about it, that's good... I'll challenge someone to take it!"

"Hahaha"

"Happy!" Zhang Fei also laughed, pulled his horse back and ran away, and tightened the reins in front of the White Wolf Cavalry and the Jingzhou Army. Wang Zhui neighed, and the man stood up, raised the snake spear in his hand, and roared: "Beat the drum!!"

The sky was rolling, and the next second, the drums sounded.

Dong

On the shaft carriage with war drums, the soldiers beat the first drum beat. The red war horse swung its mane impatiently, spraying thick air, and the copper bell under the neck was always jingling at the drum sound...

Dong

The second drumstick fell, and while the horse's hooves took a step, the golden-locked beast-face swallowing head and the armor on the chain armor rubbed and stretched out. Lu Bu reached out and grabbed the Fangtian Huaji inserted on the ground. The tip of the halberd moved forward with the war horse and slowly pulled out a gully. Just as the third drum beat fell on the soldier's arm

Dong!

The iron hooves that were originally stepped on suddenly turned up a layer of soil, and the cloak spread out in a blast, and the figure like a fire cloud rushed out like lightning. The painting halberd dragged on the ground drew a long piece of dust.

On the opposite side, Zhang Fei roared with a "roar" roar, and he clamped his horse's belly, raised his snake spear and ran wildly, and ran into the horse in the most violent posture.

"Brother, second brother, you guys are optimistic. I can fight Lu Bu alone!"

He glared at the fiery red figure running closer. He thought for a moment, and the overwhelming offensive came over him.
Chapter completed!