A Weird Theater That Started In London

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The wind whizzed.

Arrows from all directions flew like locusts, Lu Li danced impenetrably with a long sword in his hand, and the black mane horse's flexible posture made a **** path forcibly.

Undoubtedly, it was only a matter of time to kill through the enemy camp, and because of this, the pressure on Pang Chun and Ji Zhong, who were responsible for dealing with ordinary Yellow Turban sergeants, was instantly relieved.

"Protect the general!"

"I will be your opponent."

I saw the yellow turban veterans on horseback rushing towards the big camp, each of them in armor, which is by no means comparable to the mob.

The Lord humiliated the minister to death!

Not to mention being in the army.

Guo Qushuai has long laid down the rules: if you lose the leader in the battle, the whole team will be put to death!

Afterwards, those new entrants may be treated lightly, and the old men will not be treated like this.

There is no more than one death from left to right, it is better to surge up, relying on the large number of people, and the enemy who will commit the crime will be hacked to death in the future.

With this kind of mentality, A Liu rushed towards him and killed Lu Li, who was invincible in the crowd.

It’s a pity that there are too many ants to gnaw the elephant. It’s only 30 rides. Lu Li is scared. At this moment, he is full of minced meat between his fingers. With full strength, with a wave forward, two miscellaneous soldiers flew upside down.

"kill!"

At this moment, Yiqi rushed forward, roaring and pushing out the spear, trying to stab Lu Li to death with the help of his horse. No matter how bad he was, it would involve his attention and win opportunities for others.

And Lu Li laughed loudly, without pulling the reins at all, the black mane horse under his hips knew what to do, stomping on four hoofs, and easily turned around to avoid the blow.

Almost the same time.

In the eyes of the Yellow Turban soldiers expecting, the long sword and the lance each drawn an arc, and suddenly a blood mist exploded between the two, and the old soldier who was regarded as hope fell under the horse.

"Huang Tian should stand!!"

Two more cavalry arrived, yellow smoke billowing on their bodies, and their skills became more agile.

Sorry!

People sighed right away.

Lu Li stood condescendingly, swept across the banners under his arm, not putting them in his eyes at all, staring straight at the camp with the big buns standing in front of him.

At the same time, a brawny man with naked torso and only a hakama opened the camp and looked over.

Sight collision.

Will match!

At this point, Lu Li leaned back slightly, and threw the flagpole with one hand. After the flagpole pierced through the miscellaneous fish in front of him, he cast off his momentum and went straight to the enemy general.

Where did the fierce killer come from?

Looks like you don’t look like an army officer!

Why do you know the movements of the grain requisition troops? !

A series of questions flooded into Meng Liang’s heart, but there was no time to think about it. He raised his spear in front of him and picked it up in front of him. In the car, and threw out a little blood stain.

Not far away, Ji Zhong and Pang Chun were dumbfounded. The lord obviously hadn't done his best to be so brave.

A thought came to mind in unison:

It's almost a god!

The thief general Meng Liang had a solemn expression. He felt the murderous intent from Lu Li, and his legs trembled involuntarily.

When the ten steps were reached, Lu Li had a vision behind him, and the green wolf screamed up to the sky, a continuous gust of wind oscillated around, and a violent sound: "Remember that it is Bingzhou Lu Mengming who killed you!"

The knife gleamed, with the whistling sound of the analgesic eardrum slashing down.

clang!

There was a loud noise.

At the moment of death, vast stars bloomed on Meng Liang's body, and he straightened his spear horizontally in front of him, seeming to be able to restrain the mountains and rivers.

In an instant, the surrounding land cracked and dust and snow rose up, making it hard to see what was going on inside.

Hand numbness, chest tightness.

When the stalemate lasted for only a few breaths, small cracks began to appear on that iron spear.

Between one and the other, the judgment will be made.

However, before Meng Liang could react, he suddenly loosened in front of him, and he staggered forward, like a three-year-old kid being teased.

I saw Lu Li withdraw his long sword, while the blue Sirius still stood behind him, with stars in his eyes manifesting, his aura was cold and arrogant.

The difference in strength was too great. Frankly speaking, Lu Li felt that this guy was not as good as the Pei Yuanshao he had met before. Therefore, he instantly turned off his thoughts of confronting him and said:

"The one who descends will not kill."

When the voice reached his ears, Meng Liang was ashamed and angry, raising his sore arms, squeezing every bit of strength in his body, and the starlight floating on the surface of his body became solid again.

"Huang Tian should stand, kill!"

When the words were over, the iron spear was like a snake, the shaft of the spear was half-bent, and several phantoms swayed from the tip of the spear.

However, these are all useless work, and the gap between the two is too big to make up with will.

In the sound of the wolf howling, the long knife swung a huge cyan light blade, and after the spear shattered, the cast unabated and cut to the fighting Meng Liang.

Bianzhou Lu Mengming?

At the moment, Meng Liang chanted the name in his heart, but another person appeared in his mind: a purple gold crown with trident hair, a sturdy lion belt, a saber under the ribs...

Um?

Why am I not dead yet.

At this point, he opened his eyes and saw Hanguang hit his chest, then his brain went blank, and the whole person flew out——

It turned out that before the light blade approached, Lu Li still restrained his killing intent, and quickly cut out a blue light to offset it.

Not long.

The smoke and dust shrouded in front of the camp dissipated, leaving only one man and one horse on the battlefield.

"Where is the famous Yellow Turban?"

"I really want to find a suitable opponent, weigh my own strength, and see how good I am in this troubled world."

Lu Li whispered, raising his eyes to stare at Meng Liang who was coughing up blood tens of meters away. There was no joy or sorrow in his heart, thinking about whether he could block Wu Sheng Guan Yu's knife.

Because he knew that the guy lying on the ground was just an unknown person, not worth mentioning.

But the black mane horse was very proud. Under the gaze of everyone, he raised half of his body, his hooves stopped in the air, and the light and shadow shook in an instant, making it even more extraordinary.

Luckily, Lu Li reacted quickly and tightened his horse's belly so hard that he didn't fall.

"Couldn't help... but also pretend it."

Before he lifted the back of the knife, the black mane horse landed instantly and became honest, but kept snoring in protest.

唏law law.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong ~www.readwn.com~ Because they don't want to be paid too much attention, this guy even knows to hide the call deliberately.

"go."

Lu Li pulled the reins, turned his horse's head and dangled towards the place where Meng Liang's corpse was lying.

Seeing the lord who raised the enemy generals sideways, Pang Chun's face flushed red, and he couldn't wait to break through, comprehend the legendary battle spirit, and Yu Wanjun took the enemy's head from it.

"Stunned what!"

"Chasing and killing the remaining poor bandits, the lord said earlier, I'm going to let one go!"

After all, he was a pavilion chief, Ji Zhong took the lead in reacting, patting his horse and galloping, and carrying the momentum of victory that Lu Li had achieved, he wanted to reap the head.

You know, in troubled times, these are all military exploits and can be used as a means of advancement.

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