"Ming Gong, it's time for us to send troops."
Cheng Yu silently observed the situation on the battlefield, and after seeing that everything seemed to have settled, he spoke word by word.
"No, wait a minute."
There was not much expression on Cao Cao's face, but Cheng Yu, who was very close to Cao Cao, still saw the regret in Cao Cao's eyes: "Lu Bu, such a great god of war, shouldn't give up halfway like this."
"Ming Gong, this is not the time to show sympathy to each other."
Cheng Yu was angry and spoke again to persuade him.
However, Cao Cao remained sullen and silent.
He still waved his hand and said, "Wait a little longer." other side.
"Second brother, should we send troops at this time, sell a favor to Ma Chao, and then occupy Puyang City?"
Zhang Fei watched Lu Bu fall with a trace of regret in his eyes.
But soon, he suggested this to Guan Yu.
Guan Yu's eyes narrowed, obviously considering the feasibility of Zhang Fei's proposal.
After all, no one expected that things would develop to this point.
However, after a moment, Guan Yu still frowned and slowly said: "Ma Mengqi may not appreciate the sending of troops at this time.
Moreover, look at the mountains and forests over there, are there already birds that dare not fall into the forest?"
Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment, then looked at the mountain forest opposite, hesitantly said: "Second brother is saying..."
At this time, Han Rong in the formation, after being surprised for a long time, finally showed satisfaction on his face.
He unconsciously tried to shake the back of his neck slightly, and then couldn't help but gasp.
With anger and hatred in his heart, he boldly walked up to Lu Bu, wanting to raise his foot and step on Lu Bu's head.
However, before the angry kick could come, Han Rong was replaced by inexplicable panic.
A dazzling cold light suddenly rose from the smoke and dust of the explosion, and Lu Bu's majestic corpse that fell to the ground suddenly flew into the air. , arms spread out as much as possible, like a roc spreading its wings, flying down towards Han Rong.
The sharp square sky halberd that never left his hand reflected the cold rising sun in the blood-like sky.
"Ouch" Han Rong howled.
The trapped beast still fought, raising the heavy tiger-headed spear in his hand to face Lu Bu.
At this moment, Han Rong sadly realized that he was not the only person in the world who could cheat death like him.
Moreover, he, a person who has used this trick, will eventually die because of it.
Could it be that there is really karma in this world?
"when" The heavy tiger-headed gun flew through the air, and the sharp blade split the air and let out a long and ear-piercing roar.
But Lu Bu, who was in the air, raised his halberd and struck it down on Han Rong's head as if lightly.
"bite" The tiger-headed spear and Fang Tian's painted halberd clashed heavily together, but they only made a strange faint sound.
But Han Rong immediately let out a miserable groan, his whole body sank suddenly, and his feet sank into the ground until his knees were submerged.
The violent repulsion force knocked him back from the tiger head gun like a giant wolf, and he was knocked back violently.
The ground hit Han Rong's chest.
Han Rong felt as if his chest had been hit by a giant hammer, and his whole body felt as if it had been suddenly squashed.
It was so suffocating that it made people crazy, and he couldn't breathe anymore.
"call" The dazzling cold light rose again, confusing Han Rong's eyes.
Lu Bu's Fangtian Painted Halberd slashed horizontally again.
Han Rong watched helplessly as the sharp halberd blade slashed towards his neck, and wanted to raise it in fear.
He blocked the tiger's head spear, but sadly found that his arms were so weak that he could no longer lift them.
"呲" Fang Tian's halberd sliced through Han Rong's neck lightly.
In an instant, Han Rong felt himself flying up.
The surrounding vast wilderness mountains and forests, the dilapidated and ruined Puyang City, and the tens of thousands of troops turbulent on the battlefield instantly rolled over.
When I woke up, it was like the whole world suddenly turned upside down and rolled endlessly.
The next moment, endless darkness struck, completely devouring Han Rong.
Lu Bu swung the painted halberd in his hand with great grace, and the sharp tip of the halberd was able to poke Han Rong's ferocious head in the air.
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The next moment, Lu Bu raised the painted halberd with Han Rong's head high in the air, with a clear sound.
A long roar echoed throughout the world in an instant
"I, Lu Fengxian, am the last God of War in this world."
For a moment, the entire formation of Yuan Jun fell into deathly silence.
All the Yuan soldiers opened their eyes in horror, staring at Lu Bu's majestic figure.
Under the shining of the rising sun, he was holding a gun holding Han Rong's head.
Fang Tian painted a halberd, and the flaming red rabbit stood beside him.
It seemed that he had been the sculpture of the God of War for eternity and had never changed.
When he was young, the sculpture slowly moved.
He slowly put down the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand, casually used it as a wooden stick, placed it under his body, and slowly sat down.
After pulling out the seven-star sword from Han Rong's neck, Lu Bu stared at it carefully and affectionately, as if at that moment, he remembered the blazing glory of Luoyang again.
Standing on the Hulao Pass, he alone dominated the world. military alliance After staring for so long, Lu Bu's eyes never closed, but if someone came forward, they could see that his eyes had gradually lost their luster.
And his breathing gradually became no longer audible.
"Are you really dead this time?"
A soldier asked cautiously to his companions.
His voice was so light that he was afraid of waking up Lu Bu again.
"Probably, he probably won't survive."
The other one also answered cautiously.
Finally, he couldn't help but glance at the crossbow in his hand, and whispered: "How about shooting him with two arrows?"
"How could you blaspheme the glory of the God of War?"
Zhang He violently knocked down the man's raised crossbow and said angrily.
And when he looked at Lu Bu who was still so peaceful and calm, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Only such a generation of war gods can have such magnanimity and grace.
After that, Zhang He suddenly heard that from the other side of the battlefield, a hoarse voice roared toward the sky and the earth: "No" Turning around suddenly, Zhang He saw that Bai Ma Yicong had left the battlefield.
Zhang He sighed pitifully and closed his eyes helplessly: This time, no matter what, he can't escape Duke Yuan's rebuke.
At this time, Ma Chao, who was riding on the elephant dragon horse with the sun like blood, looked at Lu Qiling who had been knocked unconscious.
At this moment, he didn't know if he still had the heart.
Zhao Yun on the side saw Ma Chao's expression and couldn't help but said cautiously, "Master, are you okay?
If you seek mercy from your ancestors, you will be worthy of death."
Still wanting to comfort him, Zhao Yun was interrupted by a cold voice saying "It's okay".
The coldness and numbness in it made it impossible to feel any fluctuations in Ma Chao.
However, no one knew that Ma Chao had already silently sworn in his heart: Yuan Shao, Cao Cao, and Liu Bei, I will not kill you, and I will not be a human being.
Although the troubled times took away Mr.
Feng’s life, without you, this troubled times would also be gone.
So, I can’t kill myself, so I can only use you to atone for my sins.
Thinking of the many years of entanglement with Lu Bu, and the last look at Lu Bu, Ma Chao couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart: "Drive" Zhao Yun, who was following Ma Chao closely, seemed to suddenly see something on Ma Chao's face reflecting in the sunset when Ma Chao was riding his horse.
Was that tears?
why is he crying Without time to think about it, Zhao Yun had no choice but to follow Ma Chao's figure not far away.
Finally, the mountains and forests roared like fire and thunder.
The thundering war drums and the roar of horse hooves rolled in, instantly annihilating the commotion of Yuan's army on the battlefield.
Countless flags were flowing densely, and one of them, a huge flag with the Chinese character Cao, swung out in response to the blood-like rising sun in the sky, sweeping out like a mountain avalanche under the pressure of clouds.
Cao Cao, who was on the yellow claw flying lightning, seemed to be relieved of a huge burden in his heart, and he was in high spirits.
Before he could see the figures of Zhang He and Yan Liang clearly, he shouted loudly: "Two generals, Puyang has been defeated, and it is still up to Cao Accept it temporarily.
Mr.
Yuan will leave it to Cao."
Yan Liang was about to get angry, but he looked back at the army formation behind him, which had less than 20,000 soldiers and was in chaos at the edges and was constantly eroding.
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He let go in despair: Cao Cao was so accurate when he rushed out at such a time that he could have completely destroyed himself.
After that, Yan Liang glanced at Zhang He, whose face was as dark as water, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: This time, as always, I’ll let you, a brave and resourceful general, handle it: