After killing the people in the East Factory a few days ago, as Lu Bing expected, it aroused Jin Yiwei's arrogance and hostility. What's more, the people who followed Lu Bing out of the city today were more sturdy. Now, seeing that there is another Dongchang stall blocking the way, and being so disrespectful to Master Lu, they can't help but think of killing things.
At this time, footsteps came from the corner of the street. In a blink of an eye, a group of Dongchang fans rushed over under the leadership of the Dongchang people who had just left, and quickly drew out their knives to surround Lu Bing and the others.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Liu immediately ordered all Jin Yiwei to dismount and prepare to fight. In such a small space, there is no chance for horses to speed up, and cavalry is not as flexible as infantry.
Only Lu Bing, Zhu Liu, Yang Sen, and Sun Quan remained in the horse.
Shishi realized that the atmosphere was not right, and put his smile away, approached Lu Bing, and scanned the surroundings guardingly. Although Lu Bing was riding on a horse, he was standing on the ground, but he still looked as high as Lu Bing, like a huge rock protecting Lu Bing.
Lu Bing looked at Liu Biao condescendingly as if it had nothing to do with him, and Yang Sen was a little confused immediately. Sun Quan and his wife knew that these people from the East Factory were coming to them, and they cowered on the horse. They didn't know whether they should dismount or be ready to escape at any time.
The atmosphere became more and more serious, Liu Biao frowned, and said to Lu Bing, "How is Lord Lu going to end?"
Lu Bing looked at Liu Biao with a half-smile, and said, "This seems to be your business. This lord has never been afraid of provocation."
Liu Biao still frowned and said in embarrassment, "Isn't it just two little thieves who can make such a fuss?" Lu Bing glanced at Sun Quan and his wife and said, "As long as they are under this official, they are all local officials. A person, my official. Always protect shortcomings."
When Sun Quan and his wife heard Lu Bing's words, they looked at each other and straightened their waists unanimously, sweeping away the color that had just been shrinking.
"Is that unreasonable?" Liu Biao took a waist knife from his hand and sighed: "The villain always doesn't like to fight and kill, but he won't be soft when he is reluctant to do so."
Zhu Liuqi immediately went forward, holding a knife in his waist, a little amused and said, "I'm afraid your knife is not hard."
Liu Biao took a waist knife from his hand and sighed: "The villain has always been unwilling to fight, but he won't be soft when he does it."
Zhu Liuqi immediately went forward, holding a knife in his waist, a little amused and said, "I'm afraid your knife is not hard."
There is such a wonderful person in the East Factory, which makes Lu Bing very interesting: "The countless people in the East Factory who have destroyed the family do not like to fight and kill?"
Liu Biao drew the knife out of the sheath and gently tossed it on the ground. He said in a lonely voice, "In fact, many things can be resolved through negotiation, but human nature seems to prefer the results confirmed by blood."
As soon as the voice fell, Liu Biao was flying towards Lu Bing with a knife, and struck Lu Bing's forehead like lightning!
Lu Bing rode safely on the horse, without the slightest intention of dodge. Just when the blade was less than a foot away from Lu Bing's forehead, Liu Biao gritted his teeth, rotated the blade, replaced the blade with the back, and continued to cleave. Lu Bing noticed this little detail with a smile on his mouth.
"Choke!" There was a sound of metal. Liu Biao's knife was firmly blocked by an embroidered knife less than three inches from Lu Bing's forehead. When Liu Biao was shocked, he was about to change his move. After hearing a loud roar that was deafening, Liu Biao felt that his ankles were held tightly by a pair of big hands, and he was thrown out and slanted into the city wall.
Liu Biao tried to adjust his body shape in the air, tucked his knees and turned his feet on the city wall, took two steps diagonally, just about to twist his body, the sound of breaking through the air came from his ears!
"Hidden weapon!" Liu Biao was shocked, turned around and swung the knife, and slammed the flying knife. Liu Biao was in a cold sweat, and breathed out anxiously before he even came. The embroidered spring knife that blocked Lu Bing just now has already rushed toward his face Here, the one who followed the knife was Zhu Liu who was grinning!
Of course those big hands were made of stones, but the flying knives were shot by Yang Sen who was behind Lu Bingma.
At this time, the stone was spreading his arms, protecting Lu Bingma, Yang Sen held a throwing knife in each of his left and right hands, guarding the surroundings. The people in the East Factory and the Jinyi Guards have just recovered, and the Ma Xi people drink, and they are about to start fighting!
Just now, in order for Liu Biao to knock off the flying knife, the middle door opened wide. Zhu Liu took the opportunity to catch up with him. With a grinning smile, it was too late for Liu Biao to rescue himself. He had to raise his left arm as much as possible to resist, and cried out, "I Life is over!"
Liu Biao didn't expect that Jinyiwei, who had been weak for many years, would have so many good players, and he would be big. .
Just as Liu Biao died, a long arrow flew across the air, and the arrow pointed directly at Zhu Liu! What came with the arrow was a shout from a distance: Keep people under the knife! "
If Zhu Liu continues to slash his sword, Liu Biao will die, and Zhu Liu will also be shot by an arrow. The people here seem to want to force Zhu Liu to save himself.
It's a pity that the archery person underestimated Zhu Liu's madness. Zhu Liu just twisted his body, trying to avoid the vital points, and the sword continued to slash towards Liu Biao, his bloodthirsty expression, hideously twisted.
"Ding!"
"stop."
There was a clear sound of gold and jade and a calm stop.
The sound of the golden jade is the sound made by Lu Bing thrown by a jade pendant hanging from his waist and hitting an arrow. After the jade pendant stopped the long arrow, it landed with the long arrow and fell into two pieces. Just as Zhu Liuyi's non-returning sword cut into Liu Biao's arm, he stopped amid Lu Bing's calm sigh.
Zhu Liu retracted the knife, landed lightly on the ground, turned around and twisted his waist, quickly skimmed to the place where the jade fell, picked up the two pieces of jade, and ran to Lu Bingma. He smiled and said to Lu Bing:" Brother, look! I fell in half, so it just happened to divide me in half!"
Lu Bing scolded with a smile: "For you to save the broken one! You don't want to pay me, you actually have to divide it in half!"
Zhu Liu thief smiled, and threw the half with a piece of jade rope to Lu Bing on the horse. He turned on his horse, pulled off a thong from the riding whip, tied the remaining half on the string, and hung it around his neck happily, as if afraid that Lu Bing would disagree, he quickly tucked the jade into his underwear and pressed it against his body. Put it away.
Lu Bing was speechless, untied the piece of red jade rope with pearl and jade sheath, and threw it to Zhu Liudao: "Tie with this!" Then he carefully put the remaining half of the jade into his arms.
Zhu Liu didn't dislike it. He took the jade rope, but didn't change the leather strap. He just bowed his head and tied the jade rope to his wrist. He said: "I've been fancying this jade pendant from your godfather a long time ago! Hey, Is this rope made by my sister-in-law? It just happens to be a bracelet, and I will bless you!"
Lu Bing no longer pays attention to this "little man" face. Instead, he turned his horse's head to meet the group of people who had just shot an arrow and called a knife to keep people.
At this time, Liu Biao had already slid off the wall, leaned against the wall, threw away the knife in his right hand, and clutched the not-shallow edge of his left arm, staring blankly at the two brothers who were not righteous, his eyes revealed. His expression is like longing, like memory, sometimes painful and sometimes smiling.
I even forgot that the blood flowing down the cracks of his fingers had dyed his clothes red, his boots, and the blue bricks under his feet.