The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

His fist rubbed against the air, and it seemed that the surrounding temperature rose accordingly.

The fists clashed, pressing on the joints, and there was a crackling sound.

From the knuckles to the wrist bones and shoulders, Zhao Ang felt that the bones of the entire arm that collided with Lu Bu were about to explode, and the bone marrow seemed to be boiling.

"Crack!" Like a huge wave crashing against a rock, the left side of his face twisted, his ears roared, and he flew sideways three meters away.

With just this blow, he was paralyzed on the ground without moving.

It's just that the blood coming out of the nose has stained a large area of ​​the sand red.

Seeing Zhao Ang lying on the ground with his back to the sky and not moving, Lu Bu straightened up and stopped attacking.

910 eight feeling fist

"What? This is not enough anymore? Can't even stand up?" Lu Bu took two steps forward, looked at Zhao Ang who was lying on his back on the ground with his chest heaving violently, curled his lips indifferently, carelessly open the mouth.

"Who... who said I'm going...not coming..." Zhao Ang gritted his teeth, panting with difficulty.

After a while, he finally regained some strength, and he struggled to get up from the ground alone, ignoring the bleeding nose and shouting: "You have won the competition just now, do you dare to try again?"

The corner of Lu Bu's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a snort, "You should stop the bleeding first, you were not beaten to death by me, but you bled to death, how can you fight me?"

"This blood is nothing at all."

Zhao Ang gritted his teeth, then struggled, and staggered to stand up again, ignoring the long nosebleeds, ready to pounce on him again.

"Oh? You still want to fight?" Lu Bu said lazily, with a playful expression.

Compassion does not command soldiers, righteousness does not lead.

What Lu Bu wanted was a useful general, not a crooked idiot.

For Zhao Ang's continued resistance, Lu Bu was not only not angry, but nodded admiringly.

After all, a bloody army is a hopeful army, and only then can it become an elite soldier capable of fighting tough battles!

Similarly, only a bloody general can have a chance to become a good general.

As the saying goes, a raging soldier, a raging general, as the soul of an army, if the general is obedient, has no assertiveness, and has no blood, then the entire army he leads may be destroyed by him.

However, appreciation is appreciation, and Lu Bu will not miss what should be done.

If he wants to completely establish his prestige in the opponent's heart and let him return to his heart, he must convince him and completely restrain him!

"Since you have chosen, don't regret it, keep going, don't take it lightly, I'm afraid that if you don't pay attention, you will be beaten to death!" Lu Bu nodded, and said in a cold tone.

Lifting his thigh, the golden-red light shone on his leg.

The next moment, the whole person accelerated forward.

Fist shadows flickered, and Lu Bu's fists and feet were used together, drawing one after another in the air that was approaching to the extreme afterimages, and in an instant, he launched a stormy offensive.

This time he used a little Qi Gang, although he wouldn't really kill Zhao Ang, but he still had to let the other party taste the necessary suffering.

A golden-red light flashed on Lu Bu's hands, and the next moment, densely packed light bullets with a scorching breath poured out, hitting Zhao Ang overwhelmingly.

And Zhao Ang, who was under the cover of Lu Bu's offensive, was like a lone boat in the center of a raging storm, which could be swallowed at any time.

Bang!

Boom!

The sound of a strong explosion came out, and the moment he touched the flames from Lu Bu's bombardment, Zhao Ang's face changed suddenly.

When a huge force came, Zhao Ang flew upside down and smashed hard on the ground, making a shallow hole in the ground.

Then, Zhao Ang, who had just stood up unsteadily, faced the punching fist again.

Quick, accurate, ruthless!

Lu Bu didn't seem to give Zhao Ang any chance to breathe.

The next moment, Zhao Ang let out another muffled sound, and was sent flying by Lu Bu's punch.

What's more, he was punched more than ten steps away, his face was covered with blood, his teeth were all over the ground, the kind that hurt even just looking at it!

"Whoosh whoosh..."

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, Zhao Ang leaned forward slightly, his eyes were cautious, and he watched Lu Bu's every move closely.

At this time, his face was flushed as if he was about to bleed, and the veins on his forehead and neck were even more exposed.

damn it!

Why is Lu Bu so strong?

He wants to go all out, no!Super performance!

A mouthful of hot air came out of his nose. The deep air diffused from Zhao Ang's body and began to permeate his limbs.

At this time, Zhao Ang didn't feel that he was powerless to fight back. He was still thinking about whether he could turn the tables by counterattacking.

The actual combat skills taught in the army are very simple.

However, in the actual battles, Zhao Ang summed up an experience, when facing a strong enemy, one must keep an eye on the opponent.

No matter how strong your opponent is, you must not be timid, because once you are timid, you will be easily defeated.

What's more, he knew that the opponent was a cavalry general.

Generally speaking, a cavalier charging into the formation, coupled with the charging momentum of a tall horse, coupled with extreme speed, is a peerless killer.

And no matter how good the cavalry is, if there is no horse, the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced!

It is even no exaggeration to say that without the cavalry general of the war horse, the momentum and speed will be lost, and the combat power will be reduced by at least [-]%!

He thinks he still has some hope, at least he has to prove his own strength!

Facing the unyielding Zhao Ang, Lu Bu also smiled.

The next moment, Lu Bu's aura not only didn't decrease in the slightest, but suddenly increased a bit.

Turning clouds and fog to hide his murderous intent, he swept thousands of troops for tens of thousands of miles!

The ground under his feet has cracked into cracks like spider webs one after another.

The surrounding leaves also suddenly fluttered, stretched to the extreme!