The Conquest of the Three Kingdoms

"The head of the sky is facing the enemy, and the head of the head is showing off its supernatural power. It is powerful to take advantage of the eagle's bow, and the wind meets the snow blade. The hero's voice is like the roar of a tiger, and the horse is like a dragon flying. The meritorious deeds are great, and the frontiers are opened."

Nie Zefeng has already experienced Huang Zhong's true strength from the move just now. At this time, Huang Zhong is still in his early fifties and has not yet fully aged, so his bravery is naturally no problem. Even if Lu Bu comes up now, he may not be able to defeat Huang Zhong today. .

"Little Huangkou, report your name and fight again. I, Huang Zhong, never kill nameless rats."

Nie Zefeng smiled slightly: "Old General Huang, I'm here to greet you, I'm Nie Zefeng."

After hearing this, Huang Zhong was surprised for a long time, looked up to the sky and asked, "Could it be that you are that Wancheng Marquis Nie Zefeng, the thief who slaughtered [-] soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang City..."

"The general misunderstood, the general misunderstood."

Huang Zhong became more and more annoyed as he spoke, he directly mobilized his horses and raised his sword to meet them. Nie Zefeng also urged his horses to meet him. That slash like a plank door was trembling again, and then Huang Zhong withdrew his broadsword, and then launched a second round of attacks, but this knife was so quiet, as if it hadn't stirred up any traces. The air seemed to be gently cut in half by the steel knife. It seemed that the attack of this knife was weaker than the previous one, but only Nie Zefeng and Huang Zhong knew the true power of this knife.

"clang—clang"

With that crisp sound, the phoenix-winged gold-plated iron in Nie Zefeng's hand had fallen off from his right hand, and the phoenix-winged gold-plated iron was gently dropped on the ground, but its tail Still holding it in Nie Zefeng's other hand, Huang Zhong's saber was shaken so high that it fell backwards and penetrated deeply into the bridge. He took out his own steel knife, leaving a deep mark on the bridge.

Both Nie Zefeng and Huang Zhong knew that when a master fights, what matters now is not the subtlety of the moves, but the final competition of strength and endurance.

For the first time, Huang Zhong uttered a long roar: "Am I old, am I really old?"

Nie Zefeng looked at this mournful general, and he also began to express infinite emotion in his heart.

"drive, drive"

Huang Zhong urged his horse to charge forward again. This time, Nie Zefeng's golden phoenix wings and Huang Zhong's knife intertwined, and countless sparks entwined on both sides, swaying from side to side, and Changsha also began to make cheering sounds.

Amidst the shouts of Huang Zhong, the more he fought, the more courageous he became. The gap between Nie Zefeng's victory over Huang Zhong was getting wider and wider. Nie Zefeng could only plan to win by defeat, and began to draw back his horse. It may be because Huang Zhong's horse was of a southern physique. The weaker horse fell to the ground during the pursuit. Nie Zefeng returned to the horse and raised his weapon to directly press towards Huang Zhong.

But the weapon just stayed there, but Nie Zefeng never stabbed in.

"I lost, I lost, you kill me."

Nie Zefeng withdrew his weapon, quickly dismounted to help Huang Zhong up and said, "The old general is serious, how dare I, Nie Zefeng, kill the old general."

"Old general, can all my princes go over this bridge?"

In the end, Huang Zhong, as a warrior, especially a failed warrior, could only wave his hands and say, "Let's go, let's go."

Nie Zefeng immediately replied, "Thank you, old general, thank you, old general."

After speaking, Nie Zefeng led all the soldiers and hurriedly withdrew from the single-plank bridge.