A horse is like a dragon, and a tiger is like a tiger.

The white horse was following, and the Great Axe Army and the Crack Camp rolled down the city like three thunder storms.

Lu Bu and Ma Chao fought for thirty or fifty times, and were so entangled that they could not get rid of themselves. Cao Xing and Cheng Lian were suppressed by Ma Yunlu and Pang De, and they were unable to resist, so they could not care about the soldiers under the city.

"arrow!"

There was no general in Shu, and Liao Hua became a pioneer.

Uh? Liao Hua seems to have not appeared yet. Well, there is no tiger in the mountains, and monkeys are the king. Several "monkeys" stand helplessly in the command position.

With the angry shouts of the monkeys, the soldiers of Xiliang bent their bows and arrows, and the sour whistles formed a series of sour whistles. Threads of forest lights rose into the air in the hands of the soldiers of Xiliang and shot wildly towards the fierce waves of the cavalry.

It is as dense as locusts, intertwined into rain.

The sharp cluster of arrows ruthlessly pierced the bodies of several white horses, and the war horses under their crotch did not escape the disaster. Arrow clusters were inserted into their heads. The war horses neighed for a long time, and their eyes were bleeding and knelt down on the ground. The soldiers were also lifted down fiercely, as if several huge rocks were smashed forward, and dust rose up in the sky.

Humph, can the little monkey still make a big difference!

"gun!"

Zhao Yun shot an arrow in front of him with a shot, and a long roar was raised to the sky, and a trace of hideousness and murderous intent rose on his elegant cheeks.

Zhou Cang, Zhao Hu, Zhao Ye and other white horses stretched their hands behind their backs, and a three or five-foot-long iron spear was already in their hands. Then another gallop, and suddenly the reins were tied up. The man stood up high on the horse's back, and the iron spear in his hand flew up like a wind.

"spear!"

"ax!"

Two more harsh shouts sounded at the same time in the camp and the big axe army. Spears and short axes suddenly soared into the air, intertwined with iron spears, and screamed heart-wrenchingly under Chang'an City, and flew into the sky with a burst of coldness and suddenly descended.

The iron spear is like clouds, the spear is like rain, and the short axe is like a waterfall.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The sound of sharp weapons was constantly coming to the bones, and the screams were endless. Layers of blood mist sprayed out from the Xiliang camp, dozens of warriors fell down one after another.

A deputy general looked at the Purgatory in front of him with red eyes, and his big hand was about to order again. A white horse rushed in from the camp like lightning, and a bright silver spear suddenly passed by his eyes. But he felt a chill in front of him, the iron armor on his chest had been cut, and a stream of blood "bang" from his heart.

The deputy general tried hard to lift his right hand and pressed it towards his chest, one foot, eight inches, two inches, and was about to press it on his chest. The expression on his face froze and the strength of his whole body retreated like a tide. The deputy general slowly tilted to the side of the horse's back, and his huge body fell to the ground dejectedly.

The war horse's underground head stretched out its tongue and licked the deputy general's body. Then he raised his head and cried out with a wail. Suddenly, he stepped out of four thick thighs and moved out of the formation, jumped into the moat and swam towards the straight city gate.

"Shoot!Shoot!"

"I ask you to shoot arrows!"

The pseudo-emperor looked at the blood corpse all over the ground, retching for a while, stood up tenaciously, biting his teeth tightly, and the anger in his heart gradually repelled the trace of timidity. The anger in his eyes stared at Zhao Yun and others without any covertness. Blue veins on his forehead were rising, and a roar like a wounded lion was made.

However, the warriors in the city were either scared and dazed, or were unwilling to aim the sharp arrows in their hands at the robes that were still struggling under the city. Only dozens of people pulled up their longbows and shot a few arrows. When they fell to the city, they could not even hear a silent sound.

However,

The killing continues.

Like Zhao Yun's White Horse Yicong, Gao Shun's camp also encountered tough problems, but Gao Shun did not have the ability to take the general's head among Zhao Yun's millions of troops. All he had was a unique interpretation and interpretation of the battlefield.

"Bound formation!"

With Gao Shun shouting, the sword and shield soldiers in the front two rows squatted down suddenly, and the shield in their hands stood firmly in front of the formation, but the crossbowman in the middle took off his waist and led the crossbow from his waist. One crossbow was in his hand, and I had it all in the world. With a sudden sound, hundreds of crossbow arrows roared into the crowd ahead.

"Long spear formation!"

Before the crossbow arrow fell to the ground, Gao Shun shouted again. The crossbowmen in the front row of swords and shield soldiers suddenly separated from the middle like waves. The spearmen in the back row rushed forward, shouting "There is a slump in the formation, and there is no retreat." The spear in his hand was revealed, and the cold light disappeared into the chests of the remaining Xiliang warriors.

Gao Lan also waved the mountain-breaking axe in his hand, slashed left and right, and rushed around, without any general under his command.

The big axe army under his command followed suit, just like their commander, with the short axe in his hand arched left and right, and each time they rose and fell, they would always bring screams and blood.

From front to back, from right to left, hundreds of Xiliang soldiers fled under their axes and fell into the moat. The blood splashed out from front, back, arms and thighs dyed the moat blood red like the setting sun.

On the city, there is a dead silence under the city!

Yulin Jun and Zhi Jinwu looked at the majestic and arrogant roosters while walking, but they seemed to have never seen such bloody and cruel scenes, like eggplants beaten by frost, with their heads hanging down.

Dong Cheng and Fu Wan were also shocked by the coldness of the Baima Yicong, the camp and the Great Axe Army, cold, cold and even cold-blooded, and a moment of absent. The pseudo-emperor, who was still in excitement and anger on the city, also fell silent, his eyes full of fear and reluctance.

Only a hundred brave soldiers stood out among the crowd, their eyes full of shock, passion and even yearning.

Lu Bu was so angry that he saw the grudge that he was furious. Those were the elite soldiers who had followed him for several years and had already integrated into his life.

A long roar was like a dragon swimming in the sky, and anger rushed out of Lu Bu's forehead. He abandoned any moves and directly filled his whole body with his arms and swung Fang Tian Hua Ji round, smashing him at Ma Chao again and again.

Strike Huashan!

Mount Tai is pressing on the top!

Thunder falls into the sky!

Pangu opens the sky!

One force reduces ten goals!

One move after another, it was like the tide of the blue sea. The shadows of the halberds in the sky turned into green dragons, opened their bloody mouths and cruelly swallowed the wild wolf into their mouths, and hit the tiger-headed Zhan golden spear fiercely.

Stars splashed everywhere and kept ringing.

The wolf shadow kept retreating, howling, and fading away, leaving Ma Chao gasping and unyieldingly lifting Zhan Jinjian over his head again and again.

Until the next moment, another golden spear sound came out, and the war horse under Ma Chao could no longer bear such force. He fell to the ground with a whine. Ma Chao hurriedly jumped forward with his feet, but felt his feet soft and almost fell to bite the mud.

Before he could stand still, he heard an angry shout in his ears. Fang Tian's painting halberd fell from his head again, chopping the ground and standing on the sea water, and the dew wind was three inches.

There is no sea water or wind, but there are several thunder and lightning, thunder and lightning from the sky. The speed and strength are far beyond Lu Bu's daily standards. This is a blow from Lu Bu with hatred, and it is also the anger that Lu Bu suppressed for a long time.

Ma Chao quickly stood up and raised Zhan Jinjian over his head again

, but his arms were already weak and even trembled slightly, which was a sign of losing strength. Ma Chao was also very clear, but he had no choice. There was still a blazing fighting spirit and unwillingness in his eyes.

Seeing that Ma Chao was about to die under Lu Bu, two pleasant sounds of golden spears sounded above his head, a bright silver spear and a big knife were blocking Lu Bu's Fangtian Painting Halberd.

Zhao Zilong? Pang Lingming?

Lu Bu's eyes were tightly locked on the two of them, and burning flames spewed out from their eyes.

"Swoosh!Swoosh!"

Two dull sounds sounded beside him, and two large-tied figures were thrown directly at the feet of the Red Rabbit Horse. It was exactly the general Cao Xing and Cheng Lian under Lu Bu's command.

The two were covered in dust, their clothes and armor were broken, their hands were tightly tied behind them by a rope, and their faces were decadent.

Zhao Zilong dragged the bright silver spear in his hand to the ground, glanced at Lu Bu and the other two coldly and shouted: "Lu Fengxian, you are a hero and first-class general in your lifetime. You don't know how to use your skills in the right way, but you are accused of a tiger and have a bad intention, so it's really hard to become a great man.

I was supposed to take your life for this, but my lord has an order. I will spare your life for the sake of Chang'er's love. If you commit another crime next time, you will definitely be killed! Get out, don't let us hit you next time!"

"Zheng!"

After speaking, a roar sound from the camp spread all over the world. The white horses in the vanguard camp, the soldiers of the Daxun Army and the soldiers of the Cang camp were in order under the command of Zhou Cang, Gao Shun, Gao Lan and others. They were like arm-to-arm fingers, and they pulled out their respective weapons from the enemies in front of them, and suddenly turned their heads and ran back to the formation neatly.

When I looked back, I still had a dull and cold look.

...

In front of the towering city gate, the winding moat riverside was covered with the bodies of more than a thousand Xiliang soldiers. As for the soldiers under Wang Li or the soldiers injured in Lu Bu's tent, they were taken back by their own people, leaving only the corpses of these soldiers floating in the setting sun and the cold wind. They were accompanied by only the remaining limbs and blood, the broken sword and blade, the cool breeze under Chang'an City and the bright red on the Qinling Mountains.

The yellow chicken crows in time, and the sun urges the west to disappear.

It was already three o'clock when the sun sets in the evening, and the warm sun has gradually sunset. The clouds in the distance have also been dyed blood red. The trees and cherry trees, gurgling moats, and the whistle crows that are roaring on the wreckage of the soldiers from time to time.

The city gate fell with a "clang" and locked the dusk outside the city.

Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, Pang De, and Zhang Liao, and Ma Yunlu were standing outside the city, standing on the field that had been invaded by blood.

"Brother Zhao, Lu Bu recognizes the thief as his father, without trust and righteousness, why didn't he behead him today?" Ma Yunlu stroked the black hair in his ear and looked at Zhao Yun's affection.

Zhao Yun shook his head and stared at the ancient city of Chang'an: "Brother told me that some people are alive, they are dead; some people are dead, they are still alive; some people are dead, they are more useful than living; some people are alive, but they are far better than dead!"

"For example, Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu, Cao Xing and Cheng Lian?"

"The world is in chaos because of Emperor Ling and divided because of Dong Zhuo. Therefore, he was already dead when he was alive, but he died is far more useful than living. Similarly, Lu Bu, Cao Xing and others will be killed, but if they live, it may be more useful than living!"

Of course, there may be the pseudo-emperor who was confused by power and wanted to revive the royal family.

Zhao Yun turned around, looked at the mountains with his back to the ancient city, and saw that the last touch of red on the horizon had disappeared, and there was only a faint shadow left in the towering Qinling Mountains. He sighed leisurely: Let's go, this Chang'an City is also in dusk like the Qinling Mountains and the Han Dynasty!
Chapter completed!