The horse jumped up long with a cold expression. Frost had already condensed in his eyes. Blue veins were raised on the back of his right hand holding the knife, just like hideous scales on the back of a crocodile's back.

"Pick up the steamed buns."

Ma Yue's tone was not angry, but it was faintly filled with Xiao Su's murderous intent.

He was a yellow turban soldier, nearly 1.9 meters tall, a little taller than Ma Yue. He had a beard on his face, and his eyes were wide as if he was like a copper bell. His appearance was extremely terrifying, but Ma Yue's eyes were not retreating at all.

"What did you say?"

The Yellow Turban elite soldier seemed to be unable to believe his ears. A humble sword and shield soldier dared to talk to him in this tone. Is he looking for death?

Ma Yue repeated calmly: "Pick up the steamed buns."

"court death!"

The Yellow Turban elite soldier was furious, and the whip in his hand whipped to Ma Yue's face. A sneer appeared on the corner of Ma Yue's mouth, and his left hand stretched out like lightning, and grabbed the tip of the whip. The Yellow Turban elite soldier struggled and couldn't move. In terms of strength, the two seemed to be comparable! A cold flame flashed through the ring of the Yellow Turban elite soldier, and abandoned the horse whip and slashed the sword around his waist.

Ma Yue's pupils contracted, and not many elite soldiers could wear swords.

Faced with the imminent armed fight, the Yellow Turban thieves around them looked indifferent. The members of the Yellow Turban thieves were complex and of different quality. Such armed fights were actually staged every day, and they were no longer surprised.

The Yellow Turban elite soldier pulled a sword flower and stabbed it in the horse's chest.

Ma Yue sighed in his heart. When he saw the sword holding and attacking posture, he knew that today he had encountered a good sword-wielding skill with such a master. Fighting martial arts with such a master is no different from dying. His only chance to survive is to use his life to gain life, overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum, and make his opponent feel scared!

"Hao!"

Ma Yue shouted loudly, and ignored the sharp sword that was stabbed in his chest. The steel knife in his hand slashed the Yellow Turban elite soldiers with the force of Mount Tai to the top. The thick-backed Pubing Knife tore the air and made a sharp roar. Even if the heart was pierced by a sword, he would still cut the opponent in half with one knife. At this moment, Ma Yue had no distractions in his heart, and only had the ferocity of using his life to win his life.

The face of the Yellow Turban soldier changed slightly and he could dodge. He was unwilling to die with a humble sword and shield hand.

Ma Yue cut the sky with one sword, never stopping. The steel knife opened and closed like a long river, and it was endless. The sword knife tried his best. The sword knife used his life to win his life. The Yellow Turban elite soldiers were forced to dodge left and right, screaming strangely, but they were helpless. Unless he was willing to fight his opponent, he would have to dodge before the opponent was exhausted.

The fierce fight between the two finally alarmed the Yellow Turban thieves around them, and they all gathered around to watch the fun. There were armed fights every day, but such a fierce fierce fight was rare.

When Ma Yue slashed the 107th sword, he knew he was going to lose today and would probably pay the price of his life! Because his physical strength had been overdrawn.

"bite!"

With a crisp sound, the Yellow Turban elite soldier struggled to break Ma Yue's steel knife, and Ma Yue's chest opened with an empty door! A cruel murderous intent flashed through the eyes of the Yellow Turban elite soldier. The opportunity finally came! Ma Yue's steel knife was still swinging outward, but the Yellow Turban elite soldier's sharp sword had already pierced his chest and was about to pierce his heart!

Ma Yue's mouth twitched slightly, and a harsh sneer bloomed. When he couldn't help, Ma Yue bent his knees and squatted slightly. This was his last chance!

"puff!"

The long sword of the Yellow Turban elite soldier pierced Ma Yue's body effortlessly, and it was almost as deep as the handle! A ferocious sneer appeared on the face of the Yellow Turban elite soldier, but the sneer quickly solidified because he saw a more ferocious sneer on the opponent's face, which was definitely the most terrifying smile he had ever seen in his life.

This sword pierced Ma Yue's shoulder, but did not stab his heart.

The Yellow Turban elite soldier realized the danger and was about to draw the sword and retreat. Ma Yue's left hand had already been put on, and hesitated to hold the sharp blade tightly. The Yellow Turban elite soldier tried his best to draw the sword. Ma Yue's left hand grabbed the blade tightly. The blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, and red blood spilled out from his fingers. The long sword seemed to be stuck in a stone, and the pattern was still alive!

Ma Yue's face remained the same coldness, as if the sword was cut open by him, but the terrifying cold flame became even thicker in his black eyes.

The eyes of the Yellow Turban elite soldier finally showed fear. He had never seen such a ruthless character.

"Ah~~"

Ma Yue shouted loudly, and the steel knife that had been swept away was finally retracted, and it slashed flat on the neck of the Yellow Turban elite soldier. The Yellow Turban elite soldier was both jealous and was stunned. He could only watch the sharp cold light slashing towards his neck, his face turned pale.

"Hey!"

Ma Yue shouted, and the steel knife stopped abruptly. The sharp blade was only a slight distance from the neck of the Yellow Turban elite soldier. The Yellow Turban elite soldier could clearly feel the chill that was frozen into the bone marrow and the slight buzzing sound of the blade oscillation. The Yellow Turban elite soldier dejectedly let go of his hands holding the sword and lowered his proud head. He was defeated, and he had been completely defeated.

He put a steel knife on the neck of the Yellow Turban elite soldier. Ma Yue smiled coldly, held the sword blade tightly in his left hand and pulled it out inch by inch. Then he abandoned the sword casually on the ground. Blood splashed out from the sword's sword like a javelin, splashing on the muddy snow, making it red, but Ma Yue's body remained motionless and stood like a mountain.

"Pick up the steamed buns."

Ma Yue's tone was still calm, but the murderous intent implicitly implied in his tone was suffocating.

The Yellow Turban elite soldier bent down silently, picked up half of the steamed bun from the muddy snow, wiped it with his sleeves, and handed it to Ma Yue. Ma Yue reached out to take it, then put the knife back, and turned around and ignored the Yellow Turban elite soldier. The expression on Ma Yue's face was as calm as if nothing had happened, but the sword in his body was clearly still marking blood.

The Yellow Turban elite soldier asked in a deep voice: "What's your name?"

"Ma Yue."

Ma Yue didn't look back and solemnly stuffed the steamed buns into Chen Gan's hands again.

The Yellow Turban elite soldier shouted: "My name is Pei Yuanshao, I admire you, you are a man."

"Yeah?"

Ma Yue smiled faintly and shook his body twice. Chen Gan quickly supported him and said anxiously: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The Yellow Turban elite soldiers looked around and the thunderous sound rang throughout the military camp: "Doctor, where has the doctor died? Get out of here quickly."

Not far from the two, Liu Pi's handsome account was not far away. Two slim figures were standing in the account to see the desperate battle between the two. They only breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two ending peacefully.

A handful of delicate voices sounded: "Lian'er, go and bring my medicine box."

...

Zhao Hongdaying.

Liu Bi was so angry that his face turned pale and said angrily: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with Zhao Shuai's actions?"

Zhao Hong said coldly: "Liu Pi, don't be rude. I can leave you one-tenth of money and food. It's already been considered as the mercy and righteousness. If I hadn't led my army to rescue you, your troops would have been destroyed long ago. What's the use of money and food?"

"Clang!"

Guan Hai, the general under the tent, pulled out half of his sword, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and Zhao Hong ordered him to kill Liu Pi on the spot, and Liu Pi was silent.

"Guan Hai must not be rude."

Zhao Hong shouted, and Guan Hai then returned the sword to the sheath. Poor Liu Pi was so scared that he was sweating all over his sweat.

Zhao Hong laughed and said, "General Liu Pi makes his sister beautiful and charming, and proficient in medical skills. Why not make her a wife and you and I become a relative, okay?"

Liu Pi's face changed and he frowned and said, "My sister is superficial in medical skills and ugly in appearance. How can she match Zhao Shuai? If Zhao Shuai has nothing else, she will say goodbye."

Zhao Hong was angry and said, "Since that's the case, I won't give it to you."

Liu Pi reluctantly bowed and turned around and left the account. Zhao Hong watched Liu Pi away and said to Guan Hai: "Guan Hai, you bring 1,000 elite soldiers to Liu Pi's camp to count and receive food and fodder. I think that Liu Pi will not willingly hand over the money and food. If he dares to play tricks, you will kill him on the spot and annex the army and horses of his troops."

"I will obey the order."
Chapter completed!