A Weird Theater That Started In London

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"Unfortunately, the hidden king died very uselessly. He was defeated by the father of the city and was killed by the coachman Zhuang Jia on the way to escape."

At this moment, Lu Li, who was sitting in the corner, no longer acted as an outsider. Amid everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on the black-faced man.

Cold light lingering.

The ring first knife in his hand has been out of its sheath.

Some things are not a problem if they are solved.

And the black-faced man and Lu Li had a pair of eyes. Not only were they not scared, they smiled and stood up: "In this world, even scholars and scholars who don't touch Yang Chunshui are beginning to kill people?"

"You have the smell of blood on your body, and the talisman of my peace."

At the end of the speech, he drew a long knife from the haystack behind him, seemingly too lazy to pretend.

Hearing this, Lu Li buzzed in his head.

Just now, when he was taking salt, he accidentally brought out a folded talisman paper from the coat.

Reminiscent of the scene at the beginning, this black-faced man was afraid he would have been staring at him a long time ago.

At this point, Lu Li's hand holding the knife tightened again, and he whispered:

"Ping Tao Lu Mengming."

The environment of the times, as well as the influence of film and television dramas, led by ghosts, Lu Li reported his identity and stared directly at the other side.

There is a feeling of coming to announce the name.

Upon seeing this, the black-faced man took out a yellow scarf without anyone else, tied it to his forehead, and said loudly:

"A certain surname Pei, the first name is Yuan Shao, he is also the general of Tiangong General Zhang Jiao!"

"Invited by Qushuai Guo Tai to help him win the original public pavilion, you are willing to help..."

Before he could finish, the guests who were roasting the fire next to him crawled around and ran out of the pavilion hurriedly, shouting: Where is the pavilion chief, and the yellow turban thief is against it.

Sure enough, the people of Qianshou didn't ask much. As long as they had something to eat, they would be as diligent and docile as an old cow.

It may be that he noticed Lu Li's puzzled gaze, he grinned, and said regretfully, "I can't help them by giving them a chance to enjoy the good fortune together."

"As for you, if you are willing to join the Yellow Turban Army, I can call the shots for Guo Tai and let the past go."

"..."

This guy's name is a bit familiar, it seems to have heard of it somewhere.

In addition, he has a brain problem?

In other words, really emboldened?

As soon as the thought appeared, he was suppressed by Lu Li. He stopped thinking about it, and instantly turned into an afterimage. The ring of the sword was broken like a spring thunder, and it swept towards the head of the black-faced man.

A military commander with a name and a surname, comprehend the spirit of war!

Can't be delayed.

Therefore, Lu Li didn't answer, let alone keep his hands, the sound of the wind lowered the fire in the stove, and the light in the pavilion was dull.

The next moment, the blade touched Pei Yuanshao's neck. Even though Lu Li was used to seeing the big scene, the corners of his mouth still raised unconsciously.

Head fall...

Suddenly, a yellow light flashed.

Lu Li subconsciously withdrew, twisting his waist, and the light of the knife swung out of a semicircle.

Because, at the moment the knife fell, Pei Yuanshao disappeared, and strong wind suddenly came from behind him.

clang!

Sparks splashed all over, the ring-saw knife collided with the opponent's knife, Lu Li staggered, and couldn't help taking a half step back before stabilizing his figure.

"A lot of strength."

"Are you not a scholar?"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the fierce golden and iron whistling sound reverberated in the pavilion, Lu Li's face was full of murderous intent, and the quenching blade continued to fall like a landslide, swiftly and fiercely, so there was still a little scholar's elegance in it?

The wind is loud.

The three fires in the pavilion were crazily distorted, and the light became darker and dull, pulling the two shadows extremely long.

Unfortunately, after only a few breaths, Lu Li fell into a disadvantage.

The nose was full of a strong smell of blood, and he felt something stuck in his throat, and the ring-head knife also showed multiple gaps, which may be broken into two pieces in the next pair of slashes.

"You are exhausted."

Pei Yuanshao's face was calm, holding a cold saber obliquely.

Against the backdrop of the fire, Lu Li vaguely saw a layer of yellow smoke lingering around him.

【warn! Sanity drops to 35%, which has reached a dangerous value]

【warn! Sanity is approaching 35%, which has reached a dangerous value]

At the same time, the Soul Bound Bolt hanging on his neck issued a burst of warnings, and his voice kept echoing in Lu Li's mind, but Lu Li chose to ignore it.

Because he needs the power to reverse the situation, and he needs to raise the power of will to the limit.

The next moment, burning red light gushed out of the body, like breathing, rising and weakening.

Finally, under the scrutiny of the Yellow Turban general Pei Yuanshao, he was completely stabilized.

I saw that the red flame seemed to put a layer of armor on Lu Li, and it also stabilized the ring-headed sword that was about to burst again.

"Come again?"

Pei Yuanshao put away his frivolousness, and said as if stating the facts: "You still can't."

"Life or death is a fight, try to find out."

Lu Li's expression was cold, and he rushed up again.

It is only one step away to comprehend the spirit of war, and if you pass this level, you will definitely gain!

But Pei Yuanshao, who was steaming with yellow smoke on his body, did not slow down, and suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand."

Whispers echoed in his ears, but Lu Li didn't have time to pay attention.

Cut, pick, stab, knock...

The sword light continued, and he could barely keep up with Pei Yuanshao's movements until...

The cold long knife cut across.

clang!

The ring head was broken, and Lu Li's tiger's mouth was broken with blood stains, as if it had been strangled by something.

But he didn't have time to take care of this, kicking back, almost at the same time, blood flew across his lower abdomen, steaming heat, and the 20-centimeter-long hole almost cut Lu Li into two.

If he didn't withdraw in time, Lu Li would end up like the first sword of the ring.

"People who have never understood the soul of war will never know what kind of transformation will occur in this field."

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Lu Li's eyes.

Except for one part of the cuff that was cut open, Pei Yuanshao was unscathed, still full of energy.

And Lu Li finally saw what the battle spirit was. After the thick yellow smoke dissipated, a phantom attached to the opponent, closely connected to it.

"If it weren't for the great wise teacher personally instructed him, so does not have today. I only hope that there will be more doctrines that can comprehend my peace. Now Guo Tai is doing something..."

Seeing that the situation had been settled, Pei Yuanshao returned to his original nature. After inserting the long knife back into the scabbard, he began to mutter again, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

In addition, in his eyes, Lu Li, who was still breathing, was no different from the dead.

As long as Lu Li dies, no one can stop him at the original public pavilion.

"Pei Yuanshao, I remember..."

Suddenly ~www.readwn.com~ whispered.

Holding the remnant blade in his hand, Lu Li stared at the black man in front of him, ignoring the hideous wound on his abdomen, his intent to kill was not diminished.

At this moment, he finally remembered who Pei Yuanshao was.

In the novel, after Guan Yu passed the fifth level, he encountered a group of bandits who blocked the road and robbed the Chitu.

[Guan Gong stopped the knife and immediately, untied the beard bag, and made a long beard to make him look at him.

The man rolled off the saddle, and the son of Guo Chang was presented before the horse.

Guan Gong asked his name and said:

"A certain surname is Pei, and the name is Yuan Shao. Since Zhang Jiao's death, he has always had no owner, so he has the right to hide here."]

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