The Conqueror Isn’t Alone

As soon as the words fell, the two men accelerated their horses almost at the same time, turning into two bolts of lightning, one black and one white, and rushed forward.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly accelerating and the sharp sound piercing the air were getting closer and closer. The movement was so loud that the restless Zhang Er and his party could no longer ignore it deliberately, and instinctively turned their heads to check.

This turn around is a big deal.

The two-bottle God of Killing unexpectedly followed him behind him. How could everyone, who was already worried, be frightened to the point of being horrified and their bodies frozen!

Zhang Er's horse was running at the front, and suddenly he heard a gasping sound coming from the surrounding area, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

His hands holding the reins were shaking, and his teeth were chattering.

Tears were blown from his eyes by the sharp cold wind, which blurred his vision. He still seemed to be unconscious and slowly turned his head to look.

Just a simple glance scared his soul away on the spot.

——The famous slayer of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, and his beloved general named Lu, who was famous for wearing a pheasant tail crown, were actually on their own horses, with clear goals, and they were heading straight for him!

How can he match the speed of the black horse and the jade lion that travel thousands of miles on the snow?

In just the blink of an eye, the distance between the two horses and him was mercilessly shortened.

The closer they get, the more clearly they can see the appearance of the two people chasing them: They are tall and tall, with slender limbs. Their upper bodies covered with silver armor are slightly bent forward, holding the reins calmly with one hand and holding the reins with the other. The most handy weapon.

Xiang Yu is naturally carrying his most proud Overlord Spear, which has been with him on the battlefield for several years and weighs one hundred and twelve kilograms.

His brows were as cold as frost and snow, and his whole body was filled with boundless evil energy, so that all the knights and servants were distracted and did not dare to be enemies.

And Lu Bu, who was riding a snow-white jade lion, had a young and handsome face that was as sharp as an overlord's, and he was filled with murderous intent.

Two pheasant tail feathers were flying up and down wildly, and he was holding a wildly gorgeous Fangtian painted halberd, with a blade shining brightly from the snow.

The majestic tigers and tigers attack together. How can an old stag be an enemy?

Zhang Er watched with despair and fear as the distance between him and the two of them was being shortened. How could he care about the road ahead?

This also caused the mount to slow down a little at a loss. When he blinked for the third time, the two evil stars were already close at hand!

Lu Bu didn't show it on his face, but in fact he was always worried about the fact that he was at a disadvantage in the last hand-to-hand fight and was saved by the fool who kicked the weapon rack away.

On weekdays, I often think about how to use my strengths and avoid weaknesses without leaving a trace, so that I can win back the city from this idiot before the day of leaving the Chu army.

Now that there is a great opportunity, he is the one who takes the initiative to propose a competition.

It was inevitable to win the little life of Thief Zhang. He had to regain his prestige. How could he dare to be distracted for a moment?

Little did he know that the dull fool next to him was aroused to be extremely competitive because he was the only opponent in the world who invited him to fight.

Without this fight, great heroes like Xiang Yu or Lu Bu would not take a mediocre general like Zhang Er seriously.

However, what Zhang Er represents at this moment is not just a simple head, nor is it the final word in the battle in the Central Plains, it will determine the winner in this contest between the two!

For two people who claim to be invincible and arrogant, how can they not wake up their spirits and use all their strength to win the victory!

Lu Bu knew that the Jade Lion's short-range burst of foot power was actually not inferior to Wu Zui's, so he didn't realize how much he was suffering from the ride, and he was working hard to gain an advantage this time.

When he finally arrived, his eyes lit up, his right arm suddenly exerted force, and Fang Tian swung out his painted halberd like lightning.

At the same time, he subconsciously raised his temper and shouted: The miscellaneous fish will accept its fate!

Xiang Yu never likes to talk nonsense with his prey, he just concentrates on his journey, and when the distance is far enough, he will pick it with his penis without blinking an eye.

It's too late, but it's soon.

The two men, who were both unparalleled in their bravery and invincible in single combat, had equally sharp eyes. They struck almost at the same time, and invariably targeted Zhang Er's most vulnerable part on his back and heart.

One spear and one halberd are like thunderous weapons, striking forward boldly!

A cold light flashed before his eyes. Zhang Er knew that his death was coming, and he raised his head in despair!

The eyes of his subordinates were about to burst, and they closed their eyes one after another, not daring to look at the general who was doomed to die in the next moment!

Ouch——?!!

Who would have expected that what sounded at the next moment was not Zhang Er's last cry before his death, nor was it the dull sound of his lifeless body falling to the ground.

It was Lu Bu who was caught off guard. When he used the sharp edge of Fang Tian's painted halberd to hit the Overlord Spear, which was also attacking with all his strength and was destined to kill Zhang Er, he was shocked to the point of severe pain in the tiger's mouth and lost his voice due to the pain in his joints. call!

Not only were everyone present stunned, but he never dreamed that a flood would hit the Dragon King Temple and hit his own family!

There were stars in his eyes, and his palms were painful and numb from the impact. For a moment, he couldn't use any strength at all, and the halberd in his hand fell uncontrollably.

Lu Bu became angry and cursed in his heart.

He's a bitch!

He glared angrily at the expressionless Xiang Yu.

What did this fool grow up eating? So powerful!

At the same time, Xiang Yu, who was subjected to a huge counterattack, also suffered a big loss.

The arm he used to exert force was paralyzed by the tremendous momentum brought about by the collision of the two weapons. For the first time in his life, even the Overlord Spear was almost knocked out of his hand.

Fortunately he still has the strength

The better of the two, after the most severe period of paralysis, was almost stable.

After re-gripping the Overlord Gun, he ignored the numbness and pain in his right arm. He loosened the reins with his other hand without hesitation, jerked his waist, and leaned forward.

He just grabbed Fang Tian Huaji, whose hand his beloved general had been shot off by his overlord's gun, before it fell to the ground. He caught it in the air with his left arm, exerted force with his waist, and threw it back into his beloved general's hands with a bend of his arm. .

Lu Bu took Fang Tian's painted halberd with a sullen face, without saying a word, and held it in a very beautiful pattern.

Although his arm had not fully recovered, he continued to stab Zhang Er in the heart, who was stunned by this turn of events.

——It’s just that no matter who stabs this ear to death first, in Lu Bu’s heart, the victory or defeat is actually decided.

Zhang Er was still killed by the roaring blows of a gun and a halberd, and his body slumped to the ground.

Lubule stopped his horse, raised his chin angrily, looked at the stupid overlord with twinkling eyes, and said reluctantly: This time, the king is superior in skill.

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded reservedly: I accept.

After admitting defeat personally, Lu Bu became increasingly frustrated.

This means that he will have to look for opportunities to win twice in a row before he can be considered a tie!

How on earth can we use a trick to prevent this idiot from using all his damned brute strength, so that he can be beaten all over his head?

Lu Bu had a serious face, lowering his head and thinking hard, so he missed the faint smile on Xiang Yu's face.

When the two of them were talking about victory or defeat as if no one was watching, Zhang Er Nagan's surviving horsemen wanted to escape, but they didn't dare to escape.

It is conceivable that no matter who makes the first move, he will be the first to face the power of the two-headed tiger.

Besides, the king has been killed by one...two blows, so why should they bother to resist?

Why not hope that the overlord will be benevolent and willing to be accomplices and let them live?

In this strange silence, Xiang Yu seemed not to notice anything, and just stared at his beloved general in silence, not knowing what he was thinking.

As for the beloved general, he realized that he was still surrounded by a group of stupid geese after being sulky for a long time. He couldn't help but get angry and said: If you want to surrender alive, why don't you tie yourself up? Do you have to? Can’t I do it myself?”

In response to this unreasonable request, everyone did not even dare to express their anger. They actually pulled their belts and complied with the words with a grimace.

Although we can't tie ourselves up, we can let each other help tie them up.

So after a while, Lu Bu, with a dark face, hung his open-eared head on the side of the horse while carrying this long group of people, and began to return to Linzi City.

——Following closely beside him was a silly overlord with a pale face but a very good mood.

Before they had gone far, they met the Chu army vigorously following the trail to find the king.

Lu Bu was so happy that he left all the troubles at hand to others and returned to the barracks calmly.

As soon as he returned to the inner tent, he took off his shirt, which was not stained with much blood this time, and took off his inner clothes as well. He stood naked in the open space and washed them hastily for a while, then only randomly applied a thin piece of clothing. After putting on my pajamas and belt, I lay down on the couch.

However, he didn't lie down for long before he was driven by the strange churning feeling in his chest. He sat up irritably and strode out of the inner tent.

Before walking too far, he found a relatively clean piece of grass in the camp, and lay down on it carelessly, looking up at the gradually whitening night sky and the increasingly dimmer stars, letting his thoughts fly wildly. .

He knew in his heart that if Zhang Er died, Linzi City would collapse without a fight.

The joke-like anti-Chu alliance completely collapsed, and the Chu army had no rivals in the world.

Next, as long as Zhang Er's head is revealed and a strong force is sent out, using both soft and hard tactics, the remnants of Zhang Er's troops who are still resisting will surely be put down quickly.

Lu Bu held a piece of wild grass he pulled out in his mouth half-heartedly and chewed it unconsciously. An unbearable bitter taste instantly spread in his mouth.

He thought to himself that it was bad luck, and blew out the broken piece of grass with a pop sound. He simply stretched his arms and folded his palms behind his head for a comfortable pillow.

Little did the worried Lu Bu know that his already messy sleeping clothes had been made even more messy by those outrageous actions just now.

At this moment, when he raised his arms, the belt around his waist followed suit and became completely loose.

The bedclothes were wide open, barely covering the lower body, but the upper body was completely exposed.

A complexion that was so dark that he even disliked it and was dazzlingly white even at night, combined with the beautiful muscles that had undulating, tight and solid lines, and smooth lines, were now on full display, Extremely eye-catching.

It's just that the colorful fur, no matter how smooth and smooth it is, was born from the evil tiger.

The patrolling Chu soldiers passing by secretly glanced at him with envy or amazement, but they did not dare to stay too long for fear of making General Lu angry.

Lu Buren's mind was wide open and he still felt comfortable in the wind that night, but he didn't know that his current body shape was undoubtedly much inferior to the solid tendons that he would have trained hundreds of years later. Very eye-catching.

His face was expressionless, and he just stared at the stars that were scattered all over the sky, and he picked out one that was barely bright.

Because he was in the Chu army camp where he knew it was absolutely safe, he unconsciously lowered his guard and allowed his thoughts to wander, so he completely failed to notice the heavy footsteps approaching in his ears.

It wasn't until his vision suddenly went dark and he was covered by a coat that fell from the sky that he sat upright like a carp, as if he had been scalded by hot soup.

His momentum

He violently tore off the coat from his upper body and asked fiercely: Why, who dares to make trouble for me!

As soon as he finished speaking, his surging aura turned into confusion.

Lu Bu inexplicably met King Han's blazing eyes that contained anger. He had no idea how this reckless man, who had been so good just now, turned dark in the blink of an eye.

What kind of blind bastard dares to provoke even this guy with natural strength?

Lu Bu cursed angrily.

But he was so tired that he became that punching bag!

Lu Bu cleared his throat and said nonchalantly: Your Majesty, may I--

Before he could say the word thing, Xiang Yu interrupted him in a deep voice: Put on your clothes first.

Lu Bu's eyes widened in confusion, but he did as he was told.

Seeing that his beloved was finally wrapped up, Xiang Yu's dark complexion brightened slightly, and he added lightly: It's cold at night.

Lu Bu said Oh casually.

When he was hesitating whether to stand up, Xiang Yu sat down first without saying a word.

Lu Bu's doubts became more serious.

The overall situation has been decided, and for Menghulu, who is at the top of the world with the surname Xiang, it can be said that he has it at his fingertips.

Why don't you look happy?

While he was still speculating on this fool's strange thoughts, Xiang Yu spoke first.

His tone was careless, but what he asked was a strange and meaningless sentence: Zhong Lizhen will handle the rest of the affairs, and you can return to the capital tomorrow... Can Fengxian send someone back home to pick up his family members together?