Ma Yue rose long, his expression cold, his eyes had frozen frost, and the back of his right hand, which held the knife, was raised with veins, like the hideous scales on the back of a crocodile.

"Pick up the steamed bun."

Ma Yue's tone was nonchalant, but vaguely with a Xiao Su killing machine.

That is a yellow turban elite soldiers, nearly one meter nine height, than Ma Yue a full cut, full face beard, ring eyes round glare like copper bell, appearance is extremely appalling, but Ma Yue's eyes in no way a trace of retreat.

"What did you say?"

The yellow turban elite soldier seems to have some disbelief in his own ears, a lowly sword and shield hand dare to speak to him in such a tone, he is looking for death?

Ma Yue repeated nonchalantly, "Pick up the steamed bun."

"Seeking death!"

The yellow turban soldier was furious, the whip in his hand whistled towards Ma Yue's face, the corner of Ma Yue's mouth blossomed into a cold smile, his left hand reached out like lightning and grabbed the tip of the whip, the yellow turban soldier struggled to draw but did not move at all, in terms of strength, the two seemed to be on par! The yellow turban soldier's ring eyes swept through a trace of cold flame, abandoned the whip backhand to draw the waist of the sword.

Ma Yue's pupils contracted for a moment, even the elite soldiers can wear swords are not many.

In the face of an imminent armed fight, the surrounding yellow turban bandits eyes indifferent, yellow turban bandits members complex, good and bad, such armed fights are actually staged every day, they have long seen strange.

The yellow turban elite soldier pulled a sword flower towards Ma Yue's chest.

Ma Yue sighed in his heart, one look at the sword grip and hand posture, he knew he had met a good sword player today, fighting with such a master martial arts skills is no different from sending death, his only chance to live is to fight for his life, overwhelm his opponent from the momentum, so that his opponent's heart is afraid!

"Tally!"

Ma Yue shouted, ignoring the sword stabbed at his chest, the steel sword in his hand slashed down on the head of the yellow turban soldier with the force of a tarzan, the thick-backed knife tore through the air, emitting a sharp hiss. Even if a sword pierced through the heart, but also a knife to split the opponent in half, at this moment, Ma Yue heart no longer half a thought, only the fierceness of life to life.

The yellow turban soldier's face changed slightly, dodging, he was not willing to die with a lowly sword and shield hand.

Ma Yue a knife to split the air, never stop, steel knife wide open, such as the long river waves, continuous, knife are desperate to do their best, knife are life to life, the yellow turban elite soldier was forced to dodge left and right dodge, strange screams, but there is nothing to do, unless he is willing to fight with his opponent, or before the opponent exhausted, there is only a dodge.

The fierce fight between the two finally alerted the surrounding yellow turban bandits, who gathered around to see the action, armed fighting every day, but such a fierce fight is rare.

When Ma Yue slashed out the 107th knife, he knew he was going to lose today, and probably pay the price of his life! Because his physical strength is already overdrawn.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the Yellow Scarf elite soldier struggled to swing his sword, finally swinging away Ma Yue's steel blade, leaving the door to Ma Yue's chest wide open! The yellow turban soldier's eyes swept through a cruel killing machine, the opportunity has finally come! Ma Yue's steel sword was still swinging outward, but the Yellow Turban's sword had already reached his chest and was about to pierce his heart!

The corners of Ma Yue's mouth twitched slightly and blossomed into a ruthless sneer, and when there was no time to lose, Ma Yue bent his knees and squatted slightly, this was the last chance!

"Poof!"

The yellow turban soldier's long sword effortlessly pierced Ma Yue's body, not deep enough to reach the hilt! The yellow turban soldier's face floated a hideous cold smile, but that cold smile quickly froze, because he saw a more hideous cold smile on his opponent's face, that is definitely the most terrible smile he had ever seen in his life.

This sword pierced Ma Yue's shoulder, but did not pierce his heart.

The yellow turban soldier realized the danger, just want to draw the sword back, Ma Yue's left hand has come up, did not hesitate to grip the sharp sword blade, the yellow turban soldier struggled to draw the sword, Ma Yue's left hand clutched the sword blade, the back of the hand veins rippled, there are crimson blood from his fingers spilled out, and the long sword, as if stuck in the stone, the lines do not move!

Ma Yue's face remained the usual indifference, as if the longsword cut through his flesh at all, only his black eyes, the appalling cold flame became more intense.

The yellow turban elite soldier's eyes finally revealed fear, he had never seen such a ruthless character.

"Ya~~"

Ma Yue shouted, swinging away the steel sword finally retracted, shining the yellow turban elite soldier's neck flat cut over, the yellow turban elite soldier's heart and guts are cold, the whole person has been frozen as a wooden chicken, can only watch the sharp cold mane towards the neck cut over, face has been a white.

"Hey!"

The sharp blade was only a hair's breadth away from the neck of the yellow turban soldier, who could clearly feel the coldness that froze into his bones and the slight buzzing sound from the oscillating blade, the yellow turban soldier loosened his grip on the sword and hung his proud head.

With the steel sword on the neck of the yellow turban soldier, Ma Yue coldly smiled, his left hand gripped the blade and plucked it out of his body inch by inch, then abandoned the long sword casually on the ground, blood splashed out like a javelin from the sword wound, splashed on the muddy snow, moistened red, but Ma Yue's body was motionless and firm as a mountain.

"Pick up the steamed bun."

The tone of Ma Yue's voice is still nonchalant, but the tone of voice implies a murderous spirit but suffocating.

The yellow turban soldier silently bent down and picked up the half piece of steamed bun from the muddy snow, wiped it with his sleeve and handed it to Ma Yue, who reached out and took it, then withdrew his sword and turned around and paid no attention to the yellow turban soldier. The expression on Ma Yue's face was as calm as if nothing had ever happened, but the sword wound on his body was clearly still marking blood outward.

The yellow turban elite soldier was astonished and asked in a gruff voice: "What is your name?"

"Ma Yue."

Ma Yue did not return, once again solemnly stuffed the steamed bun into Chen Dang's hand.

The yellow scarf elite soldier said loudly, "My name is Pei Yuan Shao, I admire you, you are a man."

"Is that so?"

Ma Yue smiled faintly, his body shook twice, Chen Dang hurriedly held on and said urgently, "Brother what happened to you?"

The yellow turban soldiers looked around, thunderous voice resounded throughout the barracks: "Langzhong, where did Langzhong die? Quickly get over to me."

Not far from the two, is Liu Pei's marshal account, two slim silhouettes are standing in the account of the two people in the fight to the death in the eyes, to see the two people ended peacefully, only then each long sigh of relief.

A pulse of the delicate voice: "Lian'er, go quickly to bring my medicine box."

......

Zhao Hong's camp.

Liu Pei was so angry that his face turned blue and said indignantly, "I'm afraid it's a bit inappropriate for Marshal Zhao to do so, right?"

Zhao Hong said coldly, "Liu Pei, don't be insensitive, I can leave you a tenth of the money and grain, it is already considered benevolent and righteous.

"Clang!"

The general under the tent, Guan Hai, pulled out his sword halfway, and his eyes were full of murderous energy, as if Zhao Hong would kill Liu Wei on the spot at the command.

"Guan Hai must not be rude."

Zhao Hong barked a reprimand, Guan Hai then returned his sword to its sheath, poor Liu Pei has been scared cold sweat flowing.

Zhao Hong laughed and said, "General Liu Pei, your sister is beautiful and charming, and proficient in medicine, why don't you give her to me as your wife and we will become in-laws?"

Liu Pei's face changed and he frowned, "My sister's medical skills are shallow and her appearance is crude, how can she match Marshal Zhao? If Marshal Zhao has nothing else to do, I will take my leave."

Zhao Hong was annoyed and said, "If that's the case, the marshal will not see you off."

Zhao Hong watched Liu Wei go away and said to Guan Hai, "Guan Hai, take 1000 elite soldiers to Liu Wei's camp to personally count and receive the food and fodder, I expect that Liu Wei will not willingly hand over the money and food, if he dares to play tricks, you can kill him on the spot and annex his army."

"I will obey."

Guan Hai answered in a loud voice, his dark ink-like face swept a fierce smile, he had heard Zhao Hong's hidden meaning.