Chapter 32 Section 5

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves scoop up heroes. Right and wrong success or failure turned around empty. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns. Three Kingdoms. In the most intense era in Chinese history, the battle for hegemony between soldiers and civilians resulted in millions of deaths and injuries in just one hundred years. Red the Yellow River, blood the Yangtze River. There is a saying: in the dark age, see heroes. Countless gods, ghosts, warriors, dragons and tigers were born in this dark age, stepping on countless dead bones. Who is strong and who is weak is related to the fate of heaven and earth, and the warlords that Guanke belongs to cannot be definitively determined.

But no one would doubt the most fanatical radiance of the two heroes in this era. The military adviser is the genius hunter, Zhuge Kongming. The fierce general is Lu Bu, the invincible god of war. Under Lu Bu's Fang Tian painted halberd, there are no immortal ghosts, gods, Buddhas and demons. The hero of the Three Kingdoms, the brave one, Lu Fengxian is the first! "Qinglong Yanyue, why is such a weak person holding you in his hands!" Lu Bu yelled, the red rabbit jumped up, and Fang Tian's painted halberd stabbed down on Mu Sheng's head. Time lost its meaning at this moment, only a cold light on the tip of the halberd remained.

The dazed Chen Musheng felt that the limit had come, and he died at the hands of such a powerful man, without leaving a trace. However, when Fang Tian's painting halberd approached in an instant, the Lengyan saw in his hand let out a painful cry. Leng Yansaw remembered that it was in the hands of an owner, and it had an imposing name: "Qinglong Yanyue".And its owner is none other than Guan Yunchang, who was so loyal to Yuntian during the Three Kingdoms period. Two thousand years ago, the three heroes of Hulao Guan fought against Lu Bu. Guan Yunchang held the green dragon Yanyue, and Zhang Fei, the Yan man, held the Zhangba Snake Spear, accompanied by Liu Bei's flower-arranged double-strand swords.

But now, its owner is actually a person waiting to die, how could he not be mourning for Qinglong Yanyue, who wants to compete with Fang Tian's painting halberd again?Its owner even burst into tears! Let's fight!Owner! Let's fight!I am willing to fight for you until the iron bones are cracked and golden knives are broken. Let's fight!Let my soul shatter in your hands! Let's fight! Let's fight! A powerful and mournful fighting spirit poured into Chen Musheng's heart like a tsunami from the hands holding Qinglong Yanyue. "Then let's fight?" Chen Musheng's tears evaporated, returning to the light.

Qinglong Yanyue swung out with all her strength at the most critical moment, and fought brilliantly with Fang Tian's painted halberd. Bursting out, the hero fireworks that spanned two thousand years. "If it's a good one, let's fight!" The fireworks have not dissipated, but a gust of wind has passed by the Chituma. With just one blow, Lu Bu's unparalleled internal strength caused Chen Musheng to fly out like a straw, and fell to the ground in a mess. Chen Musheng's chest twisted, and he let out a heavy breath. "Come again!" Lu Bu sneered, dragged Fang Tian's painted halberd backwards and swung his horse back again.

Fang Tianhua, who was dragging his halberd upside down in his hand, was so vigorous that he carved a tragic halberd mark on the ground from the air. The disheartened Chen Musheng has no time to think, how could he meet the ancient God of War two thousand years ago here?All he could do was to boost his spirits, and quickly draw the powerful internal force from his dantian into one with the Qinglong Yanyue in his hand, with the powerful internal force tempered by Kuai's iron sand palm. Seeing the scorched smoke rising from the curled corner of the blade, Chen Musheng could feel the excitement ignited in Qinglong Yanyue's cold refined iron metal.

"What a strong excitement, this is the fucking paranoia of weapons!" Chen Musheng gritted his teeth. "See how many blows you can take from me!" Lu Bu's huge shadow approached, and Fang Tian raised his halberd. ——Then it rushed down like a dazzling blue thunder. Hide if you can't catch it, this is the most obvious truth. But Chen Musheng knew that Qing Yanyue in his hand absolutely didn't want to miss the opportunity to compete with Fang Tian's painted halberd. "It's up to you! Let's see if you split first! Or I die first!" Chen Musheng roared violently.

Clash! Chen Musheng exerted all his internal strength to resist Lu Bu's blow, and stepped forward with his left foot while keeping his right foot in balance. His posture was like a baseball batter swinging a big stick desperately, aiming at Fang Tian's halberd. Imagine a home run. The non-existent dust rose up, and a strong air pierced from Chen Musheng's back, tearing his clothes. But Chen Musheng was not thrown into the air like just now, he stood still. Chen Mu was so angry that his blood surged, and Qinglong Yanyue's powerful vibration continued, almost tearing his tiger's mouth open.

On the blade, another excited wound opened. "I... that's interesting enough! You hang yourself first... don't blame me for not catching it well!" Chen Musheng's teeth were bleeding from biting, and he picked up Qinglong Yanyue, waiting for Lu Bu to ride his horse to fight again. "Bold! Don't kneel down when you see the God of War!" Lu Bu's heroic appearance glowed, as proud as a god. But this kind of disdainful attitude is exactly the type of enemy that Chen Musheng hates the most. "Kneel your mother!" Chen Musheng's courage was fully aroused.

"Kneel down!" Lu Bu clasped the horse's belly between his legs, and Fang Tian stabbed out with his halberd. Amidst the sound of huge weapons clashing, a sharp gust of wind blew across Chen Musheng's cheek, cutting out scorched scars. That was the unsustainable fragment of Qinglong Yanyue. The flood-like force blinded Chen Musheng's eyes, Qinglong Yanyue was grabbed by his left hand, and the blade fell heavily on the ground, and almost fell out with a "stick". Chen Musheng was almost on his knees. But he didn't. Because even if he and the aging Qinglong Yanyue encountered Fang Tian's painting halberd, which was in full swing, there was only a crack, and they didn't break away completely.

Lu Bu waved his flawless Fang Tian painting halberd contemptuously, and rode his horse back for another blow. And Chen Musheng, of course, used Qinglong Yanyue to hit consecutive home runs. "Kneel down!" "Kneel your mother!" "Kneel down!" "Kneel your mother!" "Kneel down!" "Kneel your mother!" Riding his horse back and forth like this, Lu Bu bombarded Chen Musheng three times in a row. Every time Chen Musheng received a blow and swung his stick, his knee was an inch closer to the ground. Lu Bu is like a big hammer, while Chen Musheng is like a small nail. The hammer hammered the nails fiercely, going back and forth endlessly, each time becoming more brutal and violent. The fate of the nail is either to be hard driven into the board, or to be nailed crookedly, and it will be useless from then on. Every time he looked at Qinglong Yanyue's curly gap, Chen Musheng was very surprised that he didn't pass out. After all, the target he fought in the past - the cursed beast, was not at the crazy level of Lu Bu. Even cursed beasts can occasionally bite themselves until they pass out, and it is a miracle that they are still awake now. Breathing the fog and dust raised by the red rabbit horse, Chen Musheng resented Lu Bu's advantage of riding a horse and condescendingly rushing to kill him, coupled with the instant burst of energy of the red rabbit horse, the force he endured was even more violent. Wait... condescending? "How the hell did I forget about her! She's still playing baseball with you here!" Chen Musheng suddenly remembered what he had learned today, the correct way to kill Qinglong Yanyue. Lu Bu came galloping on horseback, Fang Tian's imposing halberd and the impact of the Chitu horse were like a bullet train traveling at 300 kilometers per hour.Hard to block hard, in the end only the point of being crushed. "Kneel down!" Lu Bu looked at him contemptuously. "Don't look at me with those eyes!" Chen Musheng concentrated his legs and lifted Qinglong Yanyue high. That's it! Chen Musheng seized the opportunity, jumped up just before Lu Bu approached, and slashed at Lu Bu who was riding the Chimian horse from a very beautiful angle in mid-air. "what!" The red rabbit horse was originally a one-of-a-kind horseman, and the huge force Chen Musheng slashed was absorbed by it, and there was no slight tremor in the leg bones, but the galloping momentum was slightly frustrated. "Now I'm the hammer!" Chen Musheng jumped up as soon as he fell to the ground. Qinglong Yanyue stopped in the blue sky, pulled out a cyclone, and looked down at Fang Tian's painting halberd with sharp eyes. "Crucify you to death!" Chen Musheng didn't have any fancy moves, just slashed his head with a thunderbolt. "The penultimate blow!" Lu Bu swiped with one hand, and the head of the halberd directly caught the falling Qinglong Yanyue. The two peerless weapons bit each other, allowing the masters' internal strength to fight at the center. Chen Musheng's body trembled violently in mid-air, and his shoulder was almost dislocated. If it hadn't been for intensive hard work in the blacksmithing yard, Chen Musheng would not have been able to use the technique of "dissipating and unloading strength" in martial arts in the air, and he would have been killed with his tendons ruptured if he fought hard in the forge. Chen Musheng fell down, Qinglong Yanyue thrust into the ground with all his strength in his hands, supporting his precarious body. The red rabbit horse galloped around, Lu Bu looked coldly at Chen Musheng who was almost lying on the ground. Chen Musheng disappeared. ! A powerful storm of excitement appeared above Lu Bu's head. Unbelievably, Chen Musheng jumped up again, ready to strike down with an even more terrifying height. A clumsy slash like chopping wood, but Qinglong Yanyue's most vigorous bite! "The last blow." Lu Bu swung 80% of his internal strength, stabbing Fang Tian's painted halberd obliquely upwards. Fang Tian painted a halberd like a white lightning. Inverted, the white lightning that formed Lingtian itself. The duel of dragon and lightning. In mid-air, Chen Musheng fell into speechless silence. Because of Qinglong Yanyue tightly held by his hands, the curled cracks on the blade suddenly exploded with countless white halberd auras, which crazily crawled on the blade and the handle, like a sad spider web, instantly tearing the entire blade away. The knife crumbled and shattered. Qinglong Yanyue. In mid-air, Chen Musheng looked at the Qinglong Yanyue in his hand that gradually disintegrated into countless fragments. It turned out that it was Qinglong Yanyue who helped him bear the huge impact all the time, so that he could hold it safely and fight fiercely with Lu Bu, the god of war. But now, Qinglong Yanyue is walking toward destruction in her own hands in astonishment. The final showdown between dragon and lightning. Long unexpectedly was absent before the critical moment. Are you sad? Chen Musheng smiled foolishly, holding the non-existent Qinglong Yanyue with both hands. There's not much he can do, just to help the Qinglong Yanyue who vanished into thin air, and take a blow that Yang Xiong didn't expect. Fang Tian's painted halberd turned into a flash of white lightning arrogantly, like a disdainful smile on Lu Bu's face. Faced with this confession, Chen Musheng still had something to say. "Look, Qinglong Yanyue!" Chen Musheng was condescending and struck out a peerless weapon that did not exist in this world. The lightning flashed away, but it didn't pierce Chen Musheng's iron shirt and nail his soul in the air. Because there was an ugly wound on Lu Bu's upper battle armor, and blood gushed out from it!