Boom~

Knock knock~

The sound of the drum urn reverberates in the heavens and the earth.

The tiger prison was closed, the cowhide drum in the middle of the city was beating, and a strong man with a bare arm waved a bowl of thick drumsticks, and every time the drum was struck, the drum surface would be shaken.

The frequency is very slow, and in the slow drum sound, it seems to be playing for heaven and earth, and it seems to be responding to the reversal of the situation under the pass, from defense to attack.

On the battlefield of the long yellow sand, the thick four hooves of the red man began to exert force, the breath of spitting, the reddening eyes, and the mane tail swinging like a dragon, all showed that it was extremely excited at the moment.

How fast is the rushing red dumper?

At lightning speed.

Lu Bu on horseback drew a halberd in his hand and dragged it diagonally, forming a small angle with Chi Su's abdomen, and the fierce wind blew his sideburns flying, and he hunted in his robe. Lu Bu clenched the reins of the horse with his left hand, his handsome face rose with a fighting spirit, with a little ease, and the crowd and banners on both sides were constantly retreating in his eyes.

A ride rushed.

There is no momentum of thousands of troops, and there are only him, Lu Fengxian.

The flag is waving and the trumpet is sounding.

On the other hand, Yan Liangwen's ugly face was condensed, and his heart was full of spirit. Lu Bu had not yet arrived, but he had already felt the powerful fighting intent.

The two men only looked at each other on horseback, and after exchanging glances, they came to the same conclusion.

Can't let Lu Bu take the lead!

After confirming their eyes, the two of them hit the back buttocks of the war horse with the end of their weapons at the same time, and the war horse neighed in pain and rushed forward.

The three horsemen hedged each other, and the sound of hooves was rapid, but in the blink of an eye, the three of them had already rushed to the front.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out!

The princes watching the battle held their breath, as if they were more nervous than the three people who were fighting at the moment, Yuan Shao's hands were pale, his face was also without the confidence he had at the beginning, and the soldiers around him were even more suspenseful, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

The moment the three of them met, the broad-bladed knife slashed out first, and Yan Liang on horseback opened his eyes and drank violently, using the strength of this roar to enhance his momentum, wanting to force Lu Bu to overpower.

"It's good to come!"

Lu Bujiao's eyes were full of brilliance, if Yan Liangwen deliberately avoided his edge, it would be too boring.

The strong will always look forward to meeting on a narrow road and fighting head-on.

Lu Bu roared, and the battle intent surging all over his body, the halberd in his hand was held above his head, and he met the heavy slash from Yan Liang.

Choke!

The collision of the halberd blade and the blade made a loud sound, and the moment the halberd blocked the broad-bladed knife, Wen Chou, who was slightly behind the horse's hooves, found an opportunity, and the spear spun out in his hand, like a hurricane that sucked up countless dust and sand, piercing Lu Bu's heart, trying to kill him with one move.

Lu Bu caught a glimpse of Wen Chou's movements, and said in his heart, 'What a sharp and fierce spear technique', the halberd swung away the broad-bladed knife in Yan Liang's hand, withdrew with the end of the halberd, and lightly stabbed the tip of the spear in the chest, making a small metallic sound. The sharp tip of the spear was picked up by the halberd like this, and he lost his crosshairs, Lu Bu had already expected this, his head was slightly tilted to the right, and the fierce spear technique with the wind and dust was stagnant, and the wind and yellow sand disappeared in an instant, returning to dust.

Yan Liangwen and Chou looked at each other again, the surprise in their eyes can be imagined, they didn't expect that the combined attack skills of the two would be recognized by Lu Bu and all of them would be gone.

While the three war horses staggered, Lu Bu grabbed the horse's belly between his legs, turned around and slammed the halberd down.

As the saying goes, come and don't be rude.

As a first-class general, Wen Chou's sensory acuity is not too low. When he felt an extremely powerful aura of danger enveloping his body, he also clamped the horse's belly with his legs, twisted his body and looked back, and the spear in his hand rose horizontally and struggled upwards through the judgment of consciousness.

Bang!

The halberd was violent, slashing at the barrel of the gun in Qingmo, and at the moment of the confrontation, it was like thunder on the ground.

Wen Chou's body fell down on the horse's back with a big halberd, and he barely took this domineering halberd, and it was obviously not easy to have a good time in the internal organs, like a wave surging, frequently rushing from the heart to the throat.

"I deserve to be one of the two heroes in Hebei, and I can actually pick me up with a halberd." Wen Chou's keen reaction made Lu Bu can't help but praise it.

However, this compliment is undoubtedly full of ridicule in Wen Chou's ears, is it that my Wen Chou is only worthy of your trick!

"Roar!"

Forcibly suppressing the churning of the internal organs, Wen Chou roared angrily, his face was wrinkled, twisted and hideous, and with the strength of his arms, he forcibly pushed away the Fang Tian painting halberd that was pressed above his head.

The confrontation passed, and the three of them turned back at the same time.

The collision in the first round, in the eyes of outsiders, no one can help each other, and it can be regarded as a fight.

Lu Bu, who turned around, charged again, the corners of his mouth hooked up, full of confidence, but full of playfulness.

Under the scorching sun, the old farmers in the fields still need to get up to wipe their sweat, not to mention the generals who are wearing dozens of pounds of armor and galloping back and forth.

Yan Liangwen and Chou were drenched in sweat on their foreheads, and when they saw the oncoming Lu Bu with a smile on the corner of their mouths, their hearts were all cold, and then the backs wet with sweat were cold, cold and biting.

Without him, just because of the sense of coercion that Lu Bu brought to him, it was too strong!

When Lu Bu came, the two refused to sit still, and after exchanging glances, they slapped their horses again and rushed up to meet them.

Yan Liang still wanted to strike first, but Lu Bu had already been familiar with Yan Liang's routines after the fight, and he drew the halberd to fall first, and with the speed of Chi Su, it can be said that he was extremely fierce.

Seeing this, Yan Liang had no choice but to withdraw the long knife he swung out, and stubbornly carried Lu Bu's extremely powerful Fang Tian painting halberd.

Bang!

The two weapons clashed, Lu Bu's Fang Tian painting halberd was not damaged at all, and on Yan Liang's broad-bladed knife, there was a crack that was an inch long, like a child's fallen front teeth, unable to hold the wind.

Yan Liang's body on horseback couldn't help but lean back for most of the time, the strength of the force was so strong that his arm was numb, and the right hand holding the knife broke and scarlet blood flowed out.

Wen Chou in the back followed, the spear in his hand gave up the fierce momentum, and did his best, only to ask for the speed of the spear to flash like lightning.

The tip of the spear was not stabbed by Lu Bu, but by the red man under his crotch.

Wen Chou knew in his heart that if he resisted Lu Bu's halberd like just now, it was estimated that his entire arm would be abolished.

Most of the people who practice guns are taking the path of breaking through their skills with their skills, and their overall strength is much weaker than that of barbarian martial artists such as knives, halberds, axes, and hammers.

Therefore, if you want to restrain Lu Bu, you must first kill the red man under his crotch!

In the battlefield, a military general without a war horse is tantamount to cutting off his legs.

Although Chi Su is a god horse, in order to win, Wen Chou can only make a painful move.

The gun is like lightning, and it is coming in a flash.

If you can't kill Lu Bu, can't you kill a brute?

Wen Chou's eyes flashed, and he was very confident in this.