Written with righteousness or not

Guan Yu likes to watch the Spring and Autumn Period, but the Spring and Autumn Period is unfair battle

This is what he has learned from the Spring and Autumn Period that he has watched repeatedly over the years. There is no righteous battle between spring and Autumn, but it has nothing to do with him. No matter whether there is righteousness or not, the morality of the world is in his heart. In his palm, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword is in his hand, and he can write it with one knife.

"It's good to come." Lu Bu shouted loudly and couldn't help but exclaim.

Although Guan Yu's sword was for his own life, he was still amazed because the sword was so fast that it was as fast as the light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the terrifying chill of life and death spread from his bones.

Lu Bu was covered in cold hair, and his heart trembling that he had not seen for a long time made him miss it.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and words in his mouth came out. Lu Bu's Fang Tian Hua Ji was not slow at all. When he saw the light of the sword, he had already moved.

The Red Rabbit Horse took Lu Bu toward Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue Sword, just as Guan Yu ran towards Lu Bu, neither of them had the idea of ​​taking a step back.

On the right, Lu Bu's mouth was outlined with a cold arc, and Fang Tian's painting halberd fell, pressing down the strong wind. The arms and muscles under his robe were bulging, and the power that was beaten by the years gathered in it, and then leaked out through Fang Tian's painting halberd.

The halberd is like Mount Tai, and it arrives in an instant

"Clang"

The sharp edge of Fang Tian Huaji collided with the sharp edge of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, Guan Yu's face suddenly turned red, and his face seemed to be dripping blood. The reputation of the sharp blade contact made his pupils subconsciously shrink, and there was a slight smell of blood in his mouth fermenting.

He was pushed back by a huge force, and kept retreating, trampling on the ground with every step, but he still couldn't stop himself.

In other words, he could not stop. He could only resolve Lu Bu's strength by retreating and step by step.

The Fang Tian Huaji that Lu Bu killed would not have such strength. At least Guan Yu's arm strength was not much different from what he thought. But the two of them had different fighting styles. Lu Bu was a horse battle and Guan Yu was a school battle, so he completely distinguished the two people.

A super first-class general has a famous horse, and he can crush another super first-class general with an absolute advantage in terms of force.

This is the case now. The power of Lu Bu's unity of his men and horses directly suppressed Guan Yu.

No matter how fast the sword is, as long as it is not so fast that people cannot react, when facing the power, they can only do nothing to do with Guan Yu's sword speed and strength, but they still cannot kill Lu Bu riding the red rabbit.

Squinted and turned sideways, Guan Yu made way. The moment the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand contacted Lu Bu's Fangtian Painting Ji, he was already ready to give in, but the force that pushed him allowed his body to react until now.

His eyes caught a stream of light, and Guan Yu subconsciously raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and blocked the place where the light fell. He also captured the true face of this light, which was the sharp edge of Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the brilliance reflected by the blade of the halberd was also heartbreaking.

The next moment, Guan Yu flew out back, hit the stall behind, and flew towards the wooden door of the house.

With a "slam", the wooden door shattered directly under Guan Yu's wide and thick back, and he disappeared directly into everyone's sight.

Lu Bu did not stop and continued to ride his horse forward.

If it were any time, he might be happy to see the hunt and stayed to decide life and death with Guan Yu. No, it was not right, it was to kill Guan Yu.

But it doesn't work now, and time is not allowed to continue to delay.

As for what is unfair, there is no saying that fairness in this world is especially true on the battlefield. If he has a horse, that is his advantage. If he doesn't have a horse, he deserves to be killed.

Sun Jian heard the sound behind him. He did not choose to go back or turn his head. His eyes were staring ahead. While running, the ancient ingot knife turned lightly in his hand, occasionally crossing the side, blocking the cavalry of the Bingzhou cavalry passing through the streets.

When each cavalry and rifle hits the ancient ingot knife, the crisp sound is accompanied by a powerful collision. The power of the Bingzhou cavalry on the war horse was transmitted to Sun Jian through the cavalry, allowing him to fly.

The fast pace became a little heavy, carrying a force forward.

Sun Jian undoubtedly became a thorn in the eyes of the Bingzhou cavalry on the street. Although no cavalry stayed to surround him, every cavalry would not be stingy with the strength to stab the cavalry when they rode by horses.

Or it is direct and tricky. Every rifle came to kill Sun Jian, but it returned in vain.

The agile body movement made some of the cavalry pierce the rifles. Although the riding skills of the Bingzhou cavalry were as fast as the flat ground, their cavalry always failed. Some of the cavalry that could not be avoided were always blocked by the ancient ingot knife that appeared in time, breaking the hopes of the Bingzhou cavalry.

The road was uneven and the road was blocking, but Sun Jian did not change his pace and moved forward with a knife.

"It won't happen, right?" After a long time, I didn't hear the little girl's crying again. Sun Jian's eyes were gloomy and his murderous intent was even more intense.

But he did not give up hope, but had to make sure with his own eyes. Before this, he would not have had much entanglement with these cavalrymen, and there was still time afterwards.

"Wow, brother, what's wrong with you?" The little girl's cry finally rang out, and a small head made a difficult move out of the young player who had turned into a corpse, and the arms wrapped around his arms came out.

Sun Jian breathed a sigh of relief, accelerated to the front of the corpse, and carried the little girl out. Although there were not many expressions on his face, Sun Jian's movements were very careful at this moment, showing his gentleness.

"boom."

The roar of collision at the end of the street resounded, and two carts loaded with straw collided together and broke, and the car was tied into bundles of straw rolled down the ground, completely blocking the road.

Behind these straws blocking the middle of the road, more people suddenly appeared while pushing the cart, dumping the straw on the cart without hesitation. After that, they even didn't want the cart and threw it away directly, disappearing in the streets and alleys next to them at a faster speed than before.

When Lu Bu rode his horse and was about to leave the street, he was facing this situation. Even if he could easily kill many people with his force, he couldn't help feeling powerless when facing such a scene.

"Click."

His ears moved, and he caught the sound of the windows of the houses on both sides of the street opening.
Chapter completed!