Bitter, full of bitterness, in Liu Bei's words, this is just like the roof of the house where he lived with his old mother in the past, and before he could repair it, it caught the rain. Now when he saw such a Yellow Turban Army appearing in front of him, it was the same as the feeling of the house leaking and raining all night, which was so helpless.

"The birds are rubbing, you are dismounted and tied up. Hand over all the armored, weapons and war horses. I, Liu Pi, Runan, can spare you all!" A general who was surrounded by the Yellow Turban soldiers walked out, raised his spear, and pointed directly at Liu Bei.

Liu Pi's face was full of pride. In his opinion, as long as he just shook his majesty, the generals of the Han army he was targeting should be off the horse and beg for his forgiveness. Of course, he would also forgive them very much, first snatch their war horses, then plunder all valuable things before letting them go.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Liu Pi felt complacent for his actions of taking out a patrol and collecting military rations. If this were not the case, how could he meet the group of fat sheep in front of him?

Tsk, Liu Pi secretly praised his luck. Look at the three war horses. If they were all captured, what kind of welcome would he be when he returned to Guangzong City? At least among a group of yellow turban leaders, he would immediately become the most eye-catching existence, because he had three war horses, which many people had dreamed of! Look, look at the weapons of the three leaders were all very exquisite at first glance.

Not long after Liu Pi's heart had already flown, he looked at the spear in his hand. Although the weapons of the three people were not as easy as those of the spear in his hand, he reluctantly couldn't accept it. After all, it was hard to refuse his affection. He could still change to other weapons in his daily life.

Unlike Liu Pi's joyful mood, Liu Bei's heart is now filled with anger, spreading to the top of his head. What he lacks the most now is time. The appearance of Liu Pi undoubtedly made the time he lacks the most quietly pass away a little, which is something that Liu Bei cannot accept and does not allow.

When he heard Liu Pi's name, he felt no intimacy in his heart and was eager to kill him.

What he was following was the Yellow Turban Army that had been conquered from the North Sea! And there was a main general in this Yellow Turban Army. According to what Kong Wenju said, it was a powerful general who could not be a man of thousands of men. Letting such a powerful general lead the army would be equivalent to a sharp knife that could pierce into the heart at any time and determine life and death.

Zhang Fei was about to move forward behind Liu Bei, but Guan Yu, who had been silent, stepped forward and rode his horse side by side with Liu Bei. Zhang Fei shook his head, loosened the reins he was holding tightly. With his second brother Guan Yu taking action, it was almost as good as his own.

"Brother, I'll go." Guan Yu spoke, his eyes as lightning as lightning, staring at Liu Pi not far away.

"It won't take too long to think that the entire army will pause and let the soldiers take a few breaths." He then added, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm afraid they'll blame me for not leaving much time for them."

"Okay." Liu Bei nodded. Capturing the thief first. As long as Liu Pi was killed, the two or three thousand Yellow Turban Army led by him would naturally collapse. He had long seen the discipline of these thief troops, and there was no desirability in the scattered sand.

If the second brother Guan Yu goes to fight, the soldiers under his command will not be damaged. As for whether he can kill Liu Pi? Liu Bei thinks his thought is extremely ridiculous. The difference is just a few moves and how much time it takes. No matter what, it will not change the final fate of the Yellow Turban General.

At this moment, Liu Bei had already begun to eliminate Liu Pi's traces in his memory, and also erased the words Liu Pi. There is no need to remember, because he is about to die. The dying man is another Yellow Turban General, so there is nothing worth remembering.

Guan Yu rode out on the horse, dragging the Qinglong Yanyue Sword diagonally, and his phoenix eyes were extremely calm. The thief general had become an existence similar to "nothing", and he looked like nothing.

When he first glanced at it, Guan Yu had already seen the gaps in the entire body of the thief general, virtual and real, in his eyes. All were weaknesses and all were gaps. He had countless ways to kill this thief general, and even with bare hands, there was no problem at all.

But he only chose the fastest one, not to let the thief die without pain, but to save time. He didn't want to have a slight delay, but just wanted to end it as soon as possible. Even Guan Yu didn't listen to the words of the thief general, and he didn't even remember his name.

"Yeah? Do you dare to resist?" Liu Bi opened his eyes wide. He could not imagine that his merciful proposal would be rejected by the other party openly. This is a slap in the face! It is a slap in the face. He has given him a chance. Since the other party does not cherish it at all, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Although he was fighting in the middle of the war horse, he was not afraid of it! He killed people first and then seized the horse. This thought flashed into his mind, and Liu Pi ran out with his gun.

Thirty seconds. This is the time when Guan Yu's war horse ran to Liu Pi. It took two or three hundred meters, from acceleration to running with all his might. The speed of this bad horse was very fast, but it was reasonable.

For Guan Yu, this time was very long, because for him, thirty seconds could have killed the thief general thirty times! Dan Feng's eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his calm eyes and disappeared.

With the sword rising and falling, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword completely turned into a cold light, like a gaze that escaped from Guan Yu's eyes. It is hard to tell what was in this sword. Many auras were entangled, from the magnificent waves to the turbulent clouds, as if they opened a scroll of history, with war horses galloping, and tens of troops flying together, and the flowing was uncertain. The sword presented was filled with a vast aura.

Finally, it settles, returns to nothingness, and falls empty. It is like the Qinglong Yanyue Sword when it was initially swung and slashed without any warning, suddenly rises up and stops abruptly.

Write the Spring and Autumn Period with one knife.

Spring and Autumn have nothing, and there is no beginning, and there is no end. This is the ultimate reincarnation sword that Guan Yu understood the general trend of the Spring and Autumn Period when he was reading the Spring and Autumn Period and finally evolved.

Liu Pi paused, continued to walk forward for a few steps before finally stopping. Before the spear in his hand was stabbed, he no longer had the chance to stab it out. It fell from his palm and fell to the ground. His flying head had joy and greed on his face, but there was no fear. He didn't even know that he was dead until the moment he died.

I can't sense the coldness of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, I can't sense pain, and I can't sense death.

A choking blood ejected from the headless body. The falling blood spots scattered in the air and quickly fell, becoming countless beautiful raindrops. Guan Yu walked through and rushed towards the yellow turban soldiers who looked stunned with a look of dazed look on their faces.

"The leader is dead!" A shout was shouting, and the Yellow Turban soldiers scattered in a blast. No one had the courage to stay here. Guan Yu's figure like a demon and a god made them involuntarily afraid and fear. In addition to escaping, they still had to escape, and they could not raise other thoughts.
Chapter completed!