Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 298 Battle of the Peak
evening.

Sunset West Mountain.

The sunset glow in the sky is shining brightly, as if it is about to burn the clouds one after another. The burning light is reflected on the sunset pavilion in the western suburbs of Luoyang, making this pavilion bloom a dazzling scenery.

In the pavilion, there was silence, but the two figures in the east and west directions were facing each other, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

"Nanjun Tongyuan!"

"Nanyang Huang Zhong!"

The eyes of the two people shook each other, and in an instant, their aura climbed to the peak, and the surrounding air became restless. Within a radius of 30 meters, it seemed like sharp arrows were shooting at each other, stirring up bursts of air waves.

Tong Yuan himself was born in Xiangyang, Jingzhou, but he became well-known in the land of Hebei. With a long spear, he traveled south and north, entered Liaodong, went deep into the northern desert, and broke through the barbarians in the southwest, and won the title of contemporary spear god.

Huang Zhong, a late bloomer, although he traveled around the world when he was a teenager, he did not become famous. During the Yellow Turban Uprising, Fang broke out on the battlefield with his peerless martial arts, but he was entangled in trivial matters. When he beheaded the contemporary general He Jin, Fang became famous all over the world as the Nanyang Sword King.

"Do you know where this is?" Tong Yuan stared at Huang Zhong with cold eyes.

He fought Huang Zhong once.

But it's just a fight against each other under the darkness of night.

That night, he was also planning to find a chance to invite Huang Zhong to fight, but he didn't expect that Wang Yue would strike first. He came here for revenge, not to join in the court dispute, and he couldn't do it even if he assassinated a little boy .

However, when Huang Zhong was chasing Wang Yue, he still couldn't help but make a move, and retreated with just a fight.

"Where can a traitor beheaded!"

Huang Zhong also answered indifferently.

"He Jin is my junior brother!"

"Then he is also a traitor, a traitor, he should be punished!"

"..."

The words of the two have already started to confront each other. With the confrontation of each word, the force is colliding, the killing intent is gone, and the surrounding warmth seems to be falling.

"The old man thought that there should be thousands of troops in the sunset pavilion today!"

Tong Yuan wore a robe and carried a silver spear on his back. His body was straight and he stood facing the setting sun. Under the reflection of the sunset, his tall and thin body looked quite radiant, and his killing intent had materialized.

He invited Huang Zhong to fight for the revenge of his junior brother He Jin. Today's battle is inevitable. A few days ago, he heard the news that the Yanshan Sword Master had fallen to Luoyang. He had prepared for the worst outcome, but he didn't Thinking that Huang Zhong really came alone.

This made him look at Huang Zhong with admiration.

"Contemporary gun master, I have been friends with him for a long time. When I traveled to Hebei in the past, I once defeated a man. I defeated his marksmanship, but I couldn't defeat his spirit. He said that his teacher, the marksmanship is like a god. I wanted to understand it a long time ago. , to be able to fight with you, to be able to fight alone today, is an honor!"

Huang Zhong didn't carry a bow and arrow today, he held a long knife in his hand, his body was like a mountain, standing tall, exuding such a strong fighting spirit, if in the past he was a knife hidden in a scabbard, today he is a knife The sword, his sword is unparalleled, and he said confidently: "Besides, a certain sword is enough to make you hate it!"

Martial arts has reached his level, and it is already a bottleneck. He needs stronger masters to imprint what he has learned. In today's world, there are not many people who can imprint martial arts with him. Tong Yuan was sent to his door whetstone.

"What an arrogant tone!"

Tong Yuan took a step forward, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, like a sharp blade, straight to the top of the sky: "It turned out that you were the one who forced Zhang Ren to abandon his gun with the power of three swords back then. That's just right, let's count the old and new grudges together!"

Zhang Ren is his eldest disciple. Although he is the least talented among his three closed disciples, he is not something ordinary people can deal with. He was defeated by three swordsmen in Hebei in the past. He had long wanted to find this person to fight. No regrets in marksmanship.

"The name of the knife is red blood!"

The long knife in Huang Zhong's hand slowly raised. He concentrated all his energy and energy on the long knife, and the strength of the Gang Yuan burst out completely, and said word by word: "Crazy at the sight of blood. Crazy and insane." Crazy, immortal!"

"The name of the spear is gentian, which is inherited from ancient times!" Tong Yuan untied the spear from his back. It was as long as one foot and two feet long, and it was as silver as a cold awn. clouds.

"clang!"

The two moved between the lightning and the flint, and they were in the afterimage. Even if someone was standing beside them, they might not be able to see them, but the moment the sword light and the spear point collided, the surrounding air stirred up waves. .

"Hahaha, refreshed, come again!"

Fighting with one move, Huang Zhong was forced to take half a step back, but after a breath of relief, he began to attack actively. His knife was so fast that the tricks could not be seen with the naked eye, as if a ray of light tore through.

"Phoenix spreads its wings!"

Tong Yuan felt the knife intent in the void, it was a knife that could split mountains and rocks, he did not dare to be careless at all, and used his life-long famous stunt, stabbing out with a silver spear, like a phoenix flying into the sky, light and sharp.

This is the Hundred Birds Chaofeng spear technique. There are nine types of spear techniques. Three years ago, he went to the North Desert and fought alone against Yu Fuluo, the strong Huns. The second disciple only learned the first seven spears, only his close disciple learned the complete nine spears.

He passed down this marksmanship and his wish was fulfilled, so he dared to go down to Luoyang alone to avenge his younger brother He Jin.

"Good marksmanship!"

The knife in Huang Zhong's hand was bounced back by a soft force. He took a step back, and the huge force crushed a stone brick under his feet, but his eyes were indeed radiant. Could it be that his blood was boiling all over his body? , Swinging the knife forward to kill: "Tiger Leap, chop!"

This is his knife technique.

no name.

He has been practicing swords all his life, but he has never practiced any family's swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was honed from his experience of fighting wild animals and feeling the nature. It is the wildest and simplest killing technique. .

boom!
The pavilion collapsed. This stone pavilion stood in the western suburbs of Luoyang for a long time. It was not damaged much in previous battles, but today it was overwhelmed and collapsed under the powerful forces of the two powerful men.

Among the dust and smoke, two figures jumped out in the air, and under the wide plain, a fierce battle broke out.

"Phoenix Tianming!"

"The Phoenix is ​​flying!"

"..."

Tong Yuan's marksmanship is fast and elegant, with four shots in an instant, all of them are lore.

"Wolf roar, cut!"

"Xiong Ta, cut again!"

"..."

Huang Zhong fought more and more bravely. Facing Tong Yuan's attack, he not only blocked it, but also counterattacked constantly. Moreover, he felt that his saber technique was becoming more and more mature, and he burst out like flowing clouds and flowing water.

"They are all too strong!"

To the south of the Sunset Pavilion, not far away, there is a hidden place. Zhang Huo's eyes are shining brightly. Looking at the peak battle of warriors in front of him, there is a light of fear in his pupils. Even he would not dare to go in. : "If you can watch this battle, you will live up to what you have learned in this life!"

"Boss, will General Han Sheng lose to Tong Yuan? Back then, Tong Yuan was a peerless warrior who would tolerate three points even from a great virtuous teacher!" Jin Jiu beside him said in a low voice.

Behind Zhang Huo, there were about 50 or [-] people, each of whom was a martial artist in the Qi training realm, with blood agitated and extraordinary momentum.

These are the Taiping God Guards.

At the beginning, there were indeed only a few kittens left in the Taiping God Guard, but Zhang Huo, the sacrifice wine of Jingping Wubei Hall, was not in vain during this period. He always put Zhang Ning's safety first, and rebuilding the God The guard army is naturally inevitable. He chose for a long time before he joined the army. From the military equipment hall, he selected some young rangers with good kung fu skills to join the guard army. However, the combat effectiveness of the Divine Guard Army is definitely not weak. As long as they learn the combined attack formation of the Divine Guard Army in time, they can restore the super combat effectiveness of the Taiping Divine Guard Army.

Huang Zhong wanted to fight Tong Yuan, although Mu Jing let go, he was worried after all, so he was asked to lead the guards to help out. It would be good if he won, but if he lost, they would spare no effort to keep Huang Zhong.

"General Han Sheng is not weak!" Zhang Huo said in a deep voice, "Among them, I think that General Han Sheng will win!"

Because Tong Yuan is old.

I'm running out of blood.

As for Huang Zhong, who is in his prime, with the peak of blood and the strongest spirit, his fighting spirit will definitely crush his opponent.

"But let's be careful!"

Zhang Huo glanced around and said: "Today's decisive battle is secret, but I'm afraid someone has already sensed such a big movement. There are people hiding around here. No matter what the outcome is, General Han Sheng and Tong Yuan must be in a situation where both sides will suffer. In any case, we must not let them take advantage of the fisherman!"

"promise!"

The generals suddenly became energetic, and their eyes stared sharply in all directions.

To the west of the Sunset Pavilion, on the mountain stream, two figures passed by like the wind, landed steadily in the hidden jungle, raised their heads one after another, and were looking ahead intently.

"I don't know who is fighting in this place, it turned out to be them!"

This is Hua Xiong, the fierce general of Xiliang, Hua Xiong, looking ahead, his expression jumps up.

"Tong Yuan, Huang Zhong, there are many warriors in the Central Plains, as expected, they all have the ability to fight a certain one!"

The tall and burly figure is Lu Bu, with his hands on his shoulders, his tiger eyes gleaming, and a cold and stern fighting intent on his body: "I really want to fight with them and compete!"

This is the fighting spirit of warriors.

"General Lv Bu is highly regarded by the lord, and there will be a chance to fight them in the future!" Hua Xiong said with a smile: "You can't make a move now, the lord is keeping a low profile in Luoyang, and he is negotiating a big event. Letting you go to the city is to make the lord happy. Cheng, you must not reveal your whereabouts!"

"Someone understands!"

The two stood quietly among the grass, carefully watching the battle, watching the flying sand and rocks on the plain ahead.

……

On the battlefield, the two have fought for no less than a hundred rounds.

The setting sun can no longer be seen, and the sky has plunged into darkness, but there is still a glimmer of light shining.

"Nirvana!" Tong Yuan was covered in blood, there were more than a dozen knife marks on his body, the blood had already stained him red, but he didn't back down, because he knew that this was an endless battle.

The eighth shot of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, the phoenix nirvana.

This shot was very fierce, only attacking but not defending, his qi and blood were burning, his energy and spirit seemed to be gathered on this shot, a phoenix was faintly visible burning in the void, once the shot was fired, the surroundings were silent.

"Tide, cut!"

Huang Zhong was also injured, his back was torn apart by Tong Yuan's gun blade, and blood flowed, but his fighting spirit became more and more ferocious like waves, facing Tong Yuan's killing shot, he had no reservations, so The knife that was comprehended by watching the waves and tides broke out.

boom!
With a loud noise, sand and rocks flew across the plain.

After a while, the wind and sand dissipated, revealing two figures on the plain.

Tong Yuan holds the gun, pointing the point to the ground.

Huang Zhong raised his saber and pointed it toward the sky.

"Someone lost!"

Blood was bleeding from the corner of Tong Yuan's mouth, and the internal organs in his body had been torn apart by Huang Zhong's knife, but he remained indifferent.

"Unfortunately, I didn't see your ninth shot!" Huang Zhong sighed, he won, because Tong Yuan had been cut off by his last knife, and he could no longer swing the last shot.

"One day, you'll see!"

Tong Yuan also lamented that his blood energy could not support him to use the ninth shot. In this battle, he lost at his age.

The twilight of a hero is the tragedy of life.

"They are coming, you go!"

Huang Zhong put away the long knife.

He didn't want Tong Yuan to fall into the hands of Mu Jing, a majestic king of knight-errants, in the end, like Wang Yue, with a tragic death. Even if he let Tong Yuan go away, Tong Yuan would not survive ten days, because his sword, beheaded Lost his vitality.

(End of this chapter)