Wen Hou Lu Bu?

No, Demon God Lu Bu!

At this moment, Lu Li finally saw the fighting spirit of this unrivaled person as he wished -

Sirius.

A red wolf, with its head raised and roaring, seemed to be gazing at the sky.

Perhaps because he was aware of the existence of the same kind, a blue wolf also emerged from behind Lu Li. His energy shot up into the sky and howled unwillingly. However, it always gave people a feeling of being strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

Although there were no strong generals among the elite Yellow Turbans in front of him, the victory was due to the large number of people and their good momentum, which gave Lu Bu some fighting spirit in his heart.

Perhaps, there will be some surprises, after all, the Yellow Turban Army once took the world by storm.

At this thought, Lu Bu tightened his grip on the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in his hand, and the divine horse under his crotch noticed that the master's heart was full of fighting spirit, snorted in the sky, kicked his four hooves like flying, and rushed out in the form of a red shadow.

"There are thousands of troops and horses and a general. What's the difficulty in searching for something? Who can stop me?"

"Hahaha!"

As he breathed, the red-gold light on Lu Bu's body condensed into substance. It was like a god descending to earth. Everywhere he went, the swords and halberds were broken, the men and horses were shattered, and he penetrated several Yellow Turban Army formations in succession!

The first battalion of infantry was defeated!

The second battalion of infantry is broken!

The third battalion of infantry is broken!

In an instant, three battalions were defeated in a row, and no one could stop the charging demon god.

In fact, all the Yellow Turban generals who came from all directions to besiege Lu Bu were knocked down by Fang Tian's painted halberd before they even got close.

"Is this the end of my skills?"

"Among all the armies, no one can resist me?"

While shouting, Lu Bu slashed out streaks of red-gold sword light, leaving long marks on the ground that was almost frozen into solid ice, a hundred meters long!

Can this guy really be considered a human?

Although the sacred stone has brought changes to the world of the Three Kingdoms, driving tigers across streams is commonplace, and understanding the spirit of war to defeat a thousand is not something worth boasting about, but isn't this too exaggerated by Lu Bu?

At this moment, Lu Li looked intently and felt his throat tightening. He couldn't help but swallow. The cyan wolf still stood proudly behind him with an indifferent expression, but it had stopped howling unknowingly.

I saw that the energy as hot and grand as the sun formed an airtight wall. Even if those yellow scarf warriors transformed into giants and wielded iron fists that could tear tigers and leopards alive, they still could not make an inch forward. Only a few of them had a strange phenomenon of billowing yellow smoke behind them.

Only the generals have the chance to pierce through.

However, within two breaths at most, the burning limbs flew out, like falling meteorites from the sky, killing the soldiers along the way.

It is no exaggeration to say that Lu Bu is like a huge furnace standing suddenly between heaven and earth, capable of burning everything.

The most frightening thing is that he has not tried his best and keeps shouting: Who will fight?

They are both people who have understood the spirit of war, so why is the gap so big?

"It seems that I am still not qualified to underestimate the world's heroes." Lu Li looked at the red shadow running wildly among the thousands of troops, and took a long breath: "This battle is over, and when Bingzhou settles down, I will ask my two brothers

Help me hone my martial arts skills."

His goals are firm:

Show off your power at Hulao Pass and let the princes and heroes gathered in Luoyang know the name of Taiyuan Lu Mengming!

Instead of living under Zhang Liao, Lu Bu, no, now there is also Zhao Yun, I must not live in their shadow and become an unknown person.

"Why doesn't Meng Ming take action yet?"

Lu Bu casually picked and killed two enemy generals blocking the way, and then joked: "Do you think this skill is too hot to handle? Hahaha, brother, this is a wedding gift I gave you in advance."

This guy... is so unruly.

After hearing the reminder, Lu Li, who felt that he had been out of the situation, came to his senses. He was speechless for a while, then suppressed all the distracting thoughts in his heart and drew his sword to look at Guo Tai.

Their eyes met.

The commander, who was over fifty years old, had a calm look on his face, but after looking away, he raised his eyes and glanced at the general's flag, which showed auspicious clouds on a yellow background and a large Korean character fluttering in the wind.

Then, when he saw the head and the skull hanging on it, his eyes froze and his lips moved, as if he was mumbling something.

At the same time, Lu Li stroked the brand new blade. Speaking of which, he had a deep connection with the Yellow Turban Army and had various causes and consequences——

If he hadn't suddenly encountered the Yellow Turban Army attacking the city, he wouldn't have left Dingtao easily; if he hadn't arrived in time, the cheap old man Lu Xu would have become a withered bone in the grave; if he hadn't met Pei Yuanshao in the original pavilion, he wouldn't have known what happened at the moment of life and death.

Understand oneself; if not for the guidance of the pavilion chief, he would have gone to Luoyang to join Boss Cao, and how could he have gone north to find the Ming Lord.

In the end, if he hadn't made a spur-of-the-moment decision and took his two followers to the camp of a certain Yellow Turban unit, he wouldn't have met his brother Zhang Liao...

Time passed bit by bit, and the two people recalling the past looked at each other in unison.

"Master, this is Pei Yuanshao's sword, sending you on your way."

Lu Li felt that for him to be able to do this, he had exhausted his benevolence. As for arresting him alive, he might as well forget about it. Who could trust someone like Guo Tai to keep him alive? Rather than being captured and humiliated, it would be better to give him a happy life.

"Haha, you are so arrogant that you want to bully my old age?"

Guo Tai looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he didn't appreciate it, and said again: "The long sword in my hand is not old!"

After saying that, he threw away the drumstick in his hand, pulled out the jewel-encrusted sword from his waist, turned over and jumped onto the horse.

That's it for now, no need to say anything more.

Lu Li bowed his body slightly and adjusted his condition. In fact, after experiencing many battles, he had already found the feeling of killing and was adjusting at the moment.

At the same time, a horse neighed, and the red helmet tassels fluttered in the wind, like a wisp of blood flowing across the river. Guo Tai, who was getting stronger and stronger, clutched his saber tightly and rushed towards him with a momentum that would never return.

Unfortunately, it couldn't compare to the black-maned horse under Lu Li's crotch. It stamped its hooves hard and turned into black light to greet him.

"Kill!" Guo Tai shouted violently, and a ball of earth-yellow light suddenly burst out from his body, which was thick but gave people a faint feeling of boiling.

clang!

There was a roar, and smoke and dust filled the place where the two horses met. The battlefield shrouded in Lu Bu's aura was torn open, and it could not be closed for a long time.

Hundreds of steps away, Lu Bu, who was killing the enemy with blood, felt something in his heart. He turned his eyes to look behind him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He really did not expect that Guo Tai could be so brave and have the legacy of Lian Po.

However, he realized that someone wanted to interfere with the duel between the two, and his eyes immediately emitted a fierce light, and he rushed over on horseback, causing a rain of blood.

"Teacher, you will grow stronger with time."

At this moment, Lu Li's eyes changed when he looked at Guo Tai. He had previously regarded him as prey, but now after the fight, he realized who was the prey and who was the hunter. Only God knows.

And Guo Tai was like a silent tiger, raising the sword in his hand and charging at the string again.

There was another roar, and then sonic booms continued one after another. The two of them had exchanged blows dozens of times while breathing, as if they wanted to split the weapons into pieces and would not stop until they saw blood.

Lu Li's tiger's mouth became more and more numb, and his heart became more and more eager to get a magic weapon, a spear or a halberd. Otherwise, the battle would not have been so difficult.

But Guo Tai was old after all, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking. Lu Li's sword had opened a bloody mark from his left chest to his right waist in the latest exchange, and he was already in decline.

"kill!"

Seeing this, Lu Li shouted loudly, and the Sirius behind him also let out a long roar. In an instant, the azure edge attached to the blade became extremely powerful, not inferior to Lu Bu's slash.

There was a clang, a flash of sparks, and Guo Tai's sword flew out immediately. Even the horse under him neighed, his knees softened, and he fell down on his back.

Almost at the same time, the yellow scarf soldiers entangled by Lu Bu roared and tried to rush over. However, Lu Li didn't care. When the veteran got up and stabilized his body, he straightened the blade and rushed forward on horseback.

"Kill the traitors and traitors!"

Lu Li's face was covered with blood, his eyes were red, and he pointed the blade at the veteran's neck.

People and horses are staggered.
Chapter completed!