The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

Obviously, although these people came here last, they also saw the fact that Dong Juan was killed by Lu Bu!

They are out of work!

To be honest, they can't be blamed for this, it's because Lu Bu acted too quickly.

Speaking of which, all of this actually happened in just a few breaths, so fast that people had no time to react.

However, the fact is that Dong Juan has already been killed.

And Dong Zhuo was obviously not a man who would kindly accept their explanation, especially on the premise that his nephew was dead!

No!

They have to find a way...

"Kill!" With a yell, the two attendants looked at each other and rushed towards Lu Bu.

The arrow is on the string, and it has to be sent!

Now, there is only one way out for them. Although they may die against Lu Bu, if they don't do it, the whole family will definitely die!

It's just that, based on them, it's really a bit of a thing to take Lu Bu down, and it's a bit taken for granted.

remarkably brave.

"Humph!"

Lu Bu's pupils flashed, and when his dynamic vision was strengthened, the palms extended by the two were as slow as a snail.

While moving sideways, he used his strength to punch, twisted his hands, entered the white blade with his bare hands, and then turned in the opposite direction.

"Hey!"

The cold blade directly pierced through the soldier's chest, blood splashed out from the blade, and splashed on the face of the soldier beside him. In an instant, the thick bloody smell rushed in along his nasal cavity.

Feeling the hot blood dripping down his cheeks, the soldier suddenly woke up a lot.

What he was facing in front of him was the legendary Wen Hou Lu Bu!

The sinister eyes were like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake, with its fangs exposed, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time. The scalp of the big man went numb, and even standing under the sun, he felt chills on his back.

Suddenly, the big man's whole body trembled, and he took a step back subconsciously.

"We can't let Lu Bu go! Mr. Dong has already been killed by him! If we let him go and Xiangguo comes back, I'm afraid our whole family will be killed by Lian Zuo!"

Afterwards, a skinny general appeared in front of everyone. He looked like a middle-aged man, but he had a beard on his face, which looked quite out of harmony.

He is the current guard in charge of the manor, but what he needs is to survive.

More precisely, how to survive in the cracks when Dong Juan died.

He thought of a...

That is to consume Lu Bu, there is no need to kill him or hurt him, just drag the army back here, and he will win!

As for whether this idea is wrong, or whether Dong Zhuo will let him go after escaping, these are all out of his own consideration.

He only knew that entrusting his life to other people's feelings was a very stupid behavior.

However, he had to do it!

Lu Fengxian...

There was a cunning cold light in those bright and energetic triangular eyes, and he whispered.

...It's just that, soon, he became bitter again.

Even though those attendants and soldiers rushed against the rocks like waves, they not only failed, but also lost troops and generals, so they had to slow down their offensive.

During this period, Lu Bu entered the crowd alone several times. Every time he shot, he could kill several soldiers and was invincible.

Although most of these attendants came from the military, they didn't trust each other and only reunited for survival.

To Dong Juan, they have no loyalty at all, let alone the determination to die on the battlefield.

It's okay to encounter a downwind battle, but if it encounters setbacks, this heterogeneous team will expose its fatal flaws.

And the skinny general was targeted by Lu Bu because of his voice.

Looking at Lu Bu who was rushing straight towards him, looking at the coldly shining sword tip, he sighed softly, losing his courage, he slowly closed his eyes, just waiting for the fatal blow.

"Pfft! Human head, splash!

440 Broken Tu Dong Mansion

"Almost...it's time to come." Lu Bu beheaded the last attendant in front of him, the tip of the sword in his hand slanted down, blood dripping, and he was muttering to himself.

Turning his head to one side, Lu Bu looked at the end of his line of sight, where, faintly, there was the low sound of hoofbeats.

After about a few breaths.

A large number of people and horses appeared at the end of Lu Bu's sight, and finally, with the sound of rumbling horseshoes, they turned into a torrent and rushed into the open villa gate.

"Dang bang"

When Lu Bu saw the leader, he grinned, threw his long sword on the ground, and strode towards him.

At this time, in front of him, there were many people and horses gathered. These people and horses were all dressed in black armor, and even the horseshoes were wrapped with cloth strips. A cold killing intent rippling in the air.

As this group of people rushed into Dong's manor, a faint smell of blood spread from their bodies. Obviously, before that, they had experienced a bloody battle.

"Wen Yuan, is it resolved?"

Lu Bu jumped down from the corpse in front, looked at the person who was the leader, and said in a low voice, he could see some bright red blood stains on Zhang Liao's armor. ?

"We have successfully captured the Chengguan, now we go directly to kill Dong Zhuo?" Zhang Liao asked after getting off his horse.

"It's not over yet. Let's go back to Chang'an, wash away the Dong Mansion first, and endure it for so many years. We should let others know that I, Lu Bu, am not a real persimmon!"

Lu Bu held Fang Tian's painting halberd tightly, his face tensed, and a strong killing intent appeared in his eyes.

? "Anyone who wants to pinch two hands must be prepared to bleed!"

Zhang Liao glanced at Lu Bu, and sighed inwardly. Since Uncle Jianyang passed away, Feng Xian seemed to have changed, and became very silent.

It is rare to see him have such a big mood swing again. It seems that Yan's injury has once again touched the taboo in his heart.

The chaotic manor also gradually calmed down, but at this moment, Zhuangzi was in a mess, with blood spilling all over the ground, and a strong smell of blood wafted in the air.