The next day, the plains...

The war has begun. In the twilight of autumn, the infantry and cavalry in black clothing gathered at the southern hills outside the main battlefield. The word "Wu" on the big flag is still vaguely visible. The hills on the north side of the main battlefield are black, and the corps of black flags are arranged in a scrupulous manner under the "Wu" flag, ready to fight. They looked at the Xiliang Iron Cavalry on the hills south and were ready to charge at any time.

The Xiliang Iron Cavalry on the hillside to the south also gathered into two formations of infantry and cavalry. They also looked at the Youzhou army on the hillside to the north with anger, and were also ready to rush to the death at any time. Both sides set up troops to prepare for a fight. This is a confrontation between generals and generals.

Lu Bu wore a three-pointed purple gold crown on his head, a Xichuan red cotton flower robe, a beast-faced and swallowed a chain armor, and a delicate lion belt with his waist; he was carrying a bow and arrow, holding a painting halberd in his hand, sitting down with a red rabbit horse: It was indeed "Lu Bu among people, and a red rabbit among horses~ standing there was a majestic nail, majestic, and looking at Zifan with a fierce look.

Lu Bu, who claims to be the number one master of the Three Kingdoms, can make people feel much more stressed. Why didn't Zifan feel excited when he competed with such a top master one-on-one? His fingers rubbed nervously, and he held the tiger-head spear tightly. The tip of the spear was slightly raised, and a strong murderous aura was exposed inadvertently.

Lu Bu also felt the strong murderous aura at the first time, and lifted the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand and pulled the roaring Red Rabbit Horse under him.

With four eyes facing each other, waves seemed to appear in the invisible air. This was a contest of strong fighting spirit. No one was born to admire each other. Zifan was born with a spirit of kings who ruled the world. His handsome facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, with clear edges and angular lines and sharp and deep eyes, which made people feel oppressed. Lu Bu on the other side was not willing to be outdone. He smiled mysteriously, and his eyes were so deep that they could not see the bottom were shooting at the blade, staring at him with alert... and seemed to be mocking something.

Faced with the provocation of the Red Rabbit Horse, the dragon horse under Zifan also roared desperately and showed his strength, and the war between the king began.

Zifan tightened his horse and rushed straight towards Lu Bu. Of course, Zifan was confident and fearless. He had to rely on the help of the system. When the two armies were deploying troops, Zifan had already found the system to ask for help, giving his own force a bonus of 40%, and integrating the military subordinates of Li Yuanba of the Sui Dynasty, of course, there was only one hour limit.

Lu Bu also raised the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. When he looked at Zi Fan's anger, he was about to burst out. The two horses intersected. In just a moment, the weapons in the hands of the two collided countless times.

Zifan used the lightness and speed of the gun... to stab, scratch, pick, and start attacking Lu Bu from a long distance, thus consuming Lu Bu's physical strength and forcing him to reveal his flaws. As the fighting moves deepened, the broken cold light flashed in front of Lu Bu.

"Bang……!"

Lu Bu was calmly lifting Fang Tian Huaji and came to fight, but saw a flash of cold light, Zi Fan hit another shot, Lu Bu's body flashed, and wind blew under his feet, swept his right leg out, hitting Zi Fan's legs directly, Zi Fan felt a pain in his legs.

The Fang Tian Hua Ji in Lu Bu's hand actually rotated between his fingers, stirring the sound that was scattered in the sky and fell down.

"when!"

"bite!"

"Bang……!"

Lu Bu made a move, Zi Fan caught it with him, and Fang Tian's painting halberd and the Overlord Tiger Head Spear began the battle between you and me.

The Shu brocade armor on Zifan's body reflected his strong body. The two of them were like ghosts and gods dancing in a mess. No one allowed to let anyone go. Fang Tian's painting halberd is like a giant python, the overlord's tiger-headed spear is like a golden dragon, the spear is fighting for his life, and the knife stabs the opponent's vital points.

There were several rounds of Zifan suppressing Lu Bu, which made Lu Bu unable to fight back. Fortunately, Lu Bu was experienced and did not fall off the horse. Lu Bu's martial arts were as stable as Mount Tai. Every time he lost, he could find Zibing's weakness. When the two of them fought each other, they really did not distinguish between the winner and the loser, and they did not distinguish between you and me.

There was no sound on the huge battlefield, only the tearing of war horses and the breathing of several people.

Lu Bu's subordinate Cao Xing got on the horse and held a spear. He rushed towards Zifan in front of the formation. He secretly picked up the bow and arrow. He looked at him with kindness and shot him with an arrow. Zifan quickly avoided the gun and rode his horse. The two of them joined the horse together, and they cut Cao Xing down the horse with a knife.

Zifan waved his hands, and the army rushed straight down. Everyone in Youzhou was ready to fight. The fighting spirit was extremely high. The sound of killing was shocking the sky. The golden swords and iron horses were fighting for the world. The sound of trumpets echoed in the valley. On the other hand, the Xiliang cavalry died before they could succeed. The commander did not win, and even lost a general. His morale was instantly depressed.

The two teams fought fiercely, the flags flew, and the flames swept. The camps of both sides formed an array to fight at such a close distance. The iron-armored cavalry fought against blood and flesh. The archers held their strong bows and fought hard. The soldiers' eyes were red and roared hard, with blood still flowing from the corners of their mouths.

What are you afraid of if your intestines are broken! So what can you do if your arms are gone! As long as the person is still there and the anger is not broken, you can fight again. The soldiers of Youzhou cannot embarrass the people of Youzhou, nor can they discredit their commanders. Their fighting spirit is the strongest. They are afraid of death, but they don’t want to survive like this. People live just for one breath, and the blood on the ground dyes the entire earth red.

Zifan waved his spear on the battlefield, as if he was drawing with blood. Under the armor was the head that never lowered, which was the hope of all Youzhou soldiers and the only commander forever. He seemed to be the banner of all Youzhou soldiers. As long as he did not die, the souls of Youzhou soldiers would not be destroyed and the blood would not be lost.

Suddenly, dust and smoke rose from the far end of the road, like a whirlwind. Gradually, the sound of horse hooves like rain was heard. A team of cavalry galloped over and over to the back of Lu Bu's army. It turned out that during the war, Zifan had already sent Ding Feng to lead an elite iron cavalry to detour the rear of Lu Bu's army and give him a fatal blow. He involved all the main forces of Lu Bu, without knowing it.

The massacre continued, and suddenly, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the whole world seemed to be trembling, landslides and cracks.

In an instant, Lu Bu's Xiliang Iron Cavalry was defeated one after another. They no longer had their original beliefs. They had the belief to defeat all powerful enemies. In the face of death, everyone was afraid.

Death threatens life, death cannot be reversed, death is everywhere, death freezes to record billions, death freezes, death freezes, death turns short things into eternity.

The blood-red sunset gradually faded, and the two sides returned to the high ground to confront each other. The army led by Zifan was surviving. On the other hand, Lu Bu did not even have half of his people back and finally stopped in this battlefield. He suffered heavy losses, but no one retreated, nor did any one rush, and no one fought for the corpses and discarded chariots and supplies on the battlefield of the Valley Landlord, no one could compete for the battle, just like the staring of two tigers in confrontation, and no one could leave the battlefield first.

The dark night falls into the sky...
Chapter completed!