The wind whizzed.

Arrows from all directions flew like locusts. Lu Li's long knife danced tightly. Coupled with the flexible posture of the black maned horse, he killed a blood path.

There is no doubt that it is only a matter of time to kill the enemy camp. Because of this, the pressure of Pang Chun and Ji Zhong, who are responsible for dealing with ordinary yellow scarf sergeants, was relieved instantly.

"Protect the general!"

"I'll be your opponent."

I saw those old soldiers with yellow scarves on horseback rushing towards the camp. They were all dressed in armor, which was by no means comparable to the mob.

The Lord humiliated his minister to death!

Not to mention in the army.

Guo qushuai has long set the rules: those who lose their commander in battle will be executed by the whole team!

Afterwards, those new entrants may be given a lighter punishment, while the old soldiers do not have such treatment.

It's better to rush up and kill the enemy in the future by relying on the large number of people.

With this desperate mentality, a stream rushed forward and killed the invincible Lu Li in the crowd.

It's a pity that only when there are too many ants can they bite the elephant. It's only thirty riding. Lu Li is not scared. At the moment, his fingers are full of minced meat. One hand holds a knife, and the other arm holds a flag he grabbed. With enough strength on his wrist, he waved forward, and two miscellaneous soldiers flew out upside down.

"Kill!"

At this time, Yiqi rushed to him, roared and pushed out the long gun, trying to stab Lu Li to death with the help of the horse potential. No matter how bad it is, it will also involve his attention and strive for opportunities for others.

Lu Li laughed loudly. He didn't have to pull the reins at all. The black maned horse under his crotch knew what to do. He stepped with four hoofs and easily turned the direction to avoid the blow.

Almost at the same time.

In the expectation of the yellow scarf soldiers, the long knife and the lance swung a circular arc respectively. Suddenly, a blood mist exploded between them, and the old pawn regarded as hope fell under the horse.

"When the yellow sky stands!"

Two more cavalry soldiers arrived, yellow smoke billowing on their bodies, and their skills became more agile. One raised his gun and stabbed Lu Li in the eyes and the other in the chest, all of them straight to the key.

Hey, law!

People hissed immediately.

Lu Li was condescending and swept the flag under his armpit. He didn't pay attention to them at all and stared straight at the camp with the standard in front of him.

At the same time, a strong man with bare upper body and only a jacket lifted his tent and looked over.

Line of sight collision.

Will to will!

At this point, Lu Li leaned back slightly, threw a flagpole with one hand, ran through the miscellaneous fish in front of him, and went straight to the enemy's face.

Where did the fierce man come from?

It doesn't look like an army!

Why do you know the trend of the grain collection army?!

A series of questions poured into Meng Liang's mind, but it was too late to think deeply. Suddenly, he raised his spear and picked it in front of him. The pointed flagpole covered with minced meat quickly deviated, nailed it to the grain truck in the tent behind him with the sound of wind and thunder, and threw out a little blood stain.

Not far away, Ji Zhong and Pang Chun were stunned. The Lord obviously didn't do his best to be so brave.

An idea came to mind:

Almost God!

The thief dignified Meng Liang's expression. He felt the killing intention from Lu Li, and his legs trembled involuntarily.

Ten steps later, Lu Li had a vision behind him. The green Wolf roared up to the sky. There was a continuous strong wind around him. The violent sound sounded: "remember that it was Lu mengming of Bingzhou who killed you!"

The light of the knife was sharp, and the roar of the analgesic eardrum came down.

Dang!

A loud noise.

At the critical moment, Meng Liang's body surface bloomed with vast starlight. He stood up his spear in front of him, as if he could hold the mountains and rivers.

In an instant, the surrounding land cracked, dust and snow rose, and people couldn't see what was happening inside.

Hand numbness and chest tightness.

After only a few breaths of stalemate, the refined iron spear began to show small cracks.

Between one and the other, the higher the lower the judge.

However, before Meng Liang could react, he suddenly loosened in front of him. He staggered forward, like a three-year-old child teased by others.

Lu Li took back the long knife, while the blue Sirius still stood behind him. There were stars in his eyes, which was cold and arrogant.

There is a big difference in strength. Frankly speaking, Lu Li thinks this guy is not as good as Pei yuanshao he met earlier. Therefore, he immediately put out his mind to fight with him and said:

"Those who fall will not be killed."

When the voice reached his ears, Meng Liang was ashamed and angry. He raised his sour arm and squeezed every strength in his body. The free starlight on the body surface condensed again.

"When the yellow sky stands, kill!"

When the words fell, the Bing iron spear was like a spirit snake. The spear pole was half bent, and several virtual shadows shook out from the spear tip. With the sound of explosion, it trickily stabbed Lu Li.

However, these are useless. The gap between them is too big to be filled with will.

In the howling of the wolf, the long knife wielded a huge cyan light blade, smashed the spear, castrated and cut it to Meng Liang.

Bingzhou Lu mengming?

At present, Meng Liang recited the name in his heart, but another person appeared in his mind: Trident hair, purple gold crown, Le Jia exquisite lion belt, sword under his ribs

Huh?

I'm not dead yet.

As soon as he read this, he opened his eyes and just saw the cold light hitting his chest. Then his brain went blank and the whole man flew out——

It turned out that before the light blade approached the body, Lu Li restrained his killing intention and quickly cut out a green light to offset it.

Not long.

The smoke shrouded in front of the camp dispersed, leaving only one person and one horse on the battlefield.

"What is the name of the yellow scarf?"

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

Lu Li whispered, raised his eyes and stared at Meng Liang, who coughed up blood dozens of meters away. He was not happy or sad, thinking about whether he could stop Guan Yu, the martial saint.

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

The black maned horse was very proud. Under the attention of the people, he raised half his body and stopped his feet in the air. In an instant, the light and shadow shook, making it more and more extraordinary.

Fortunately, Lu Li reacted quickly and stepped up his horse's belly, so he didn't fall.

"The goods... Are still loaded."

Before he raised the back of the knife, the black maned horse fell to the ground and became honest. He just kept ringing his nose in protest.

Hey, law.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Because they don't want to be paid too much attention, this product even knows to deliberately hide its cry.

"Go."

Lu Li pulled the reins, turned his horse's head and swayed to the place where Meng Liang lay.

Looking at the Lord of the enemy general, Pang Chun's face turned red. He wanted to break through in situ, understand the legendary soul of war, and Yu Wanjun took the enemy's head from it.

"Leng what!"

"Hunt down the remaining poor bandits. The LORD said earlier that don't let one go!"

After all, Ji Zhong took the lead in responding. He clapped his horse and galloped with Lu Li's victory and reaped his head wantonly.

You know, in troubled times, these are all military achievements, which can be used as the capital for promotion.