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And although the sword-wielding man opened and closed his sword skills, he was invincible in that small house, and the number advantage of the ranger was greatly reduced.

Zhu Ling watched one ranger after another enter, and then there was no movement, this is a master who is even more powerful than Shi A!

Zhu Ling held the knife in one hand, cautiously entered the room, his eyes were slightly twitched, the ground was full of the corpses of the rangers, and each of them had only a huge knife mark.

Zhu Ling walked slowly, and suddenly a bright light reflected in his eyes, and he subconsciously slashed towards the direction of the bright light.

Poof! The wooden plank blocking the view was smashed, and a nine-foot man looked at Zhu Ling with a sneer, with some disdain on his face.

Look down on me, he looks down on me, the last consciousness in Zhu Ling's mind is like this, his head drooped and he saw a sword tip appear on his chest, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

A famous general of the Three Kingdoms, no less than Xu Huang, died in a slum room, and was killed with a sword without even having a chance to fight back.

Liu Bei looked at Zhu Ling's corpse with emotion, the effect of the wings flapped by his little butterfly finally came, and Cao Wei and a general died in advance.

Liu Bei looked at the small wound on Zhu Ling's body, and said, "Wang Yue, shouldn't I thank you for solving an opponent for me so quickly."

"It seems that the lord is heading east, should we chase after him?"

Chen asked after inspecting the scene.

"Naturally, I'm going."

Liu Bei came this time because there were a lot of young and strong people and rangers in the slums, and all of the three sects and nine streams had a foothold here.

If Liu Bei wants to control the situation in the capital, this slum must be taken, so Liu Bei gave porridge in the slum, and asked Empress He to organize the homeless young people to repair the road, and at the same time increase the control of the slum.

No, Xi Zhicai smelled that there was going to be a big move in the slums, so Liu Bei came to see it in person, and happened to encounter this wonderful scene.

Shi A, Wang Yue's most proud disciple, the swordsmanship teacher of Emperor Wen of Wei Cao Pi, and a famous swordsmanship master of the Three Kingdoms.

Zhu Ling: Cao Wei's famous general, Yuan Shao at first, later Cao Cao, official to the general, Gao Tang Hou, sub-Xu Huang, Yu Ban.

The death of two important characters may attract more important characters, and Liu Bei has no reason not to take a look.

"Let's go, catch up."

In the slums, a nine-foot man carried a three-foot child, and there was a white-haired old man beside him.

Not long after the three of them walked by, several big men with knives and guns came briskly in the crowd of dozens of rangers, asking around about the whereabouts of an old man.

The two waves of people finally met in a short time, and one shouted: "The general's mansion is doing things, and those who don't want to die will get out."

Now General He is no longer the He butcher of a few years ago, and now even the Empress Dowager Dong and the hussar general will kill when they say they will kill, who cares about a few nameless rangers and homeless people.

Hearing the affairs of the General's Mansion, the surrounding people who originally wanted to see the excitement scattered and retreated.

"Master Wang, where else do you want to go? The General's Mansion can't accommodate you, can you still have a foothold in this Luoyang? ”

One of the ugly-looking men said with a big knife in his hand.

Wang Yue snorted twice: "The old man is already a cripple, why does the general refuse to let go of a certain one."

Another majestic man laughed: "Loyal ministers don't care about the two masters, haven't you heard of Wang Jianshi?" Chao Qin and Chu have to bear the consequences. ”

"You dare to ruin the reputation of the general, your apprentice dares to assassinate the queen mother's favorite minister, do you think you deserve to die?"

The strong man and the ugly man have a very tacit understanding.

Wang Yue looked up to the sky and sighed: "Officialdom is really not something that rangers can play, a certain pair of generals are full of love, and they think that they have not failed the general, it is the general who has failed so, and a certain person has voted for the master, but I didn't expect this to cause death to a certain person."

Wang Yue's expression was gloomy, and he said for a long time: "Since you can't leave, you don't want to go anymore, who will teach you?"

As soon as the sword in Wang Yue's hand came out, the momentum of the first swordsman of the Three Kingdoms unfolded again.

"It's better for you to go first, and then break off."

The nine-foot man beside Wang Yue persuaded.

Wang Yue shook his head lightly: "Although Luoyang is big, there is no place for it!" How can you take revenge if you can't afford it? It's better to fight to the death, or there is life. ”

"Hebei Yan Liang (Wen Chou) asks Wang Jianshi to give advice."

The strong man and the ugly man glanced at each other, and in the face of Wang Yue's rising reputation, the two decided to go together.

"Yan Liang, Wen Chou, Yuan Shao's two hole cards were played so early."

In a high pavilion not far away, Liu Bei sat by the window, with melons, fruits and drinks on the table next to him, and a yellow butterfly dance in military costume standing beside him.

There aren't too many fancy duels between masters, and there's no martial arts scene brewing.

Wen Chou is in front, Yan Liang is in the back, the double-handled long knife is one left and one right, no matter who Wang Yue's sword stabs, he will bear the killing knife of Yan Liang or Wen Chou.

"You're right, you're left."

The big man beside Wang Yue put down the child on his neck and said to Wang Yue expressionlessly.

"Okay."

Wang Yue didn't refuse, now he is not as good as before, his right hand is useless, his left hand is half disabled, and he doesn't know if he can pull a cushion back in this battle, so why be hypocritical?

"Kill!"

Wen Chou shouted, the knife in his hand remained unchanged, the pace under his feet was a few points faster, and the distance of dozens of steps flew in front of Wen Chou.

Sou!

A crossbow arrow flew out from behind Wang Yue and the nine-foot man, and went straight to Wen Chou.

Wen Chou's steps were not slow, the knife in his hand moved slightly, and the crossbow arrow was split in half by Wen Chou's knife.

At this time, Wang Yue moved, his legs were still fast, the sword handed out by his left hand was even faster than his right hand, Wang Yue's left hand was still injured, what would have happened if he hadn't been injured?

Wen Chou and Yan Liang didn't have time to think about it, Wen Chou's knife had touched Wang Yue's sword, and the blade was slightly stunned, Wen Chou had a bottom in his heart: his strength was not too great, maybe it was because of his injury.

However, one sword, one sword after another, more than ten swords were pierced on the point of Wen Chou's blade, and the best blade made of 100 refined steel was pierced by Wang Yue's thin sword, and the tip of the sword went straight to Wen Chou's upper body.

Wen Chou is worthy of the name of Hebei Siting Zhu, although he was shocked by Wang Yue's swordsmanship, but he still used his advantage - the strength to swing Wang Yue's thin sword aside.

When Wang Yue drew his sword and stabbed again, Wen Chou had already slashed at Wang Yue with a backhand knife, and Wang Yue could only block it.

Wen Chou turned his hand back, and Wang Yue's arms were disabled, so he could only respond passively, and soon his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

What a powerful knife technique, this is Hebei Yan's knife technique.

Unexpectedly, when he was young, he defeated the Hebei Sword King, but now he is going to die in the hands of the heirs of the Hebei Sword King.

"Win more than few, bully the small with the big, bully the weak, what kind of hero is it."

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy came out with a large iron halberd, strangely taller than him, and he was really worried about how long he could hold it.

Hehe! Can anyone guess who this young man is, and when the code comes out, it's more of a habit to be at night, let the manuscript go to hell!