All Heavens Hongmeng Tree

He thought to himself that he was accompanied by elite soldiers from Xiliang, and there were fierce generals like Lu Bu on his side, and he was not at all afraid of the little emperor and the civil and military ministers.

For the past few years, he has been in control of the government, and those who obey me have always prospered and those who rebelled.

Now there are basically no ministers in the DPRK who dare to oppose him, so he is more and more mad.

Little do they know that these lurking enemies are more dangerous than their apparent opponents.

Moreover, the fierce general Lu Bu he relies on has long been estranged from him.

He walked into the Fengtian Hall, and saw that it was deserted. Only a few ministers, such as Situ Wang Yun, his uncle Dong Feng, and Guo Zhang Fuwan, were here.

Moreover, they stood far away on the jade steps, looking down at him condescendingly, and there was nothing respectful between their actions and actions.

Dong Zhuo shouted, "Bold Wang Yun, why didn't he come to salute when he saw the prime minister? The little emperor, since he wants to be in the Zen seat, why didn't he come to greet the prime minister?"

Wang Yun and the others sneered, unfolded the imperial decree, and said loudly: "Dong Zhuo has committed a rebellion, and his crimes are too numerous to describe, so he will be slaughtered, his bones and ashes, and the three tribes of Yi!"

As soon as he finished reading, the sound of sonorous footsteps sounded.

Countless soldiers poured out and surrounded Dong Zhuo.

These people were elite soldiers gathered from the family by Wang Yun and the others. They gathered all the anti-Dong forces in Chang'an City, nearly ten thousand people.

Moreover, Liu Xie selected several exquisite formations from the royal collection, which Wang Yun and others practiced in secret for a long time.

For today, it can be said that the painstaking efforts and preparations for a long time are enough to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Dong Zhuo was also a man who had experienced battles, and he knew that these soldiers were not much weaker than his own guards when he saw the battle.

And there are only hundreds of personal guards around him, and he is definitely not an opponent.

But Dong Zhuo didn't panic, he laughed loudly: "Since you are courting death, this old man will fulfill you!"

He shouted: "Where is my son Feng Xian? Take down these traitors and follow me to the palace!"

"Ok?"

He looked back and saw Lu Bu staring at him coldly, as if he was looking at a prey.

Dong Zhuo had a bad feeling in his heart, and said to Lu Bu, "My son will kill the little emperor with me. Today, if you become a father and become an emperor, you will definitely be made a prefect, and you will be the governor of the world."

He thought to win over Lu Bu first, get through this disaster, and then deal with him.

Lu Bu stared at him angrily and said: "Old man, I have made countless contributions for you, but you have repeatedly deceived me and treated me like a piece of grass. Today is your death!"

After all, the horse rushed over.

Dong Zhuo's alcoholism had already eroded his courage, and he dared to fight against Lu Bu.

He panicked and shouted: "Quickly kill me! Whoever can keep the old man back, I will reward him with ten thousand gold and make him the Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"

Although this change made the guards stunned, they were worthy of being well-trained elite soldiers, and they reacted in an instant.

Fang Tianhua smashed his halberd down and collided with the military spirit.

There was a loud bang, and the stream of light overflowed. On the square of Fengtian Temple, the ground opened violently like a spider web, and a deep pit was punched by the turbulent war in the center.

This blow shattered Dong Zhuo's personal guard formation.

The red rabbit horse under Lu Bu's seat jumped up and flew into the air, as vigorous as a dragon.

Lu Bu struck again with a halberd, completely tearing the battle formation apart, and more than a dozen soldiers who were directly attacked by Lu Bu were beaten to smithereens on the spot.

The soldiers arranged by Wang Yun and others began to rush over and strangle Dong Zhuo's personal guards.

When Dong Zhuo's formation was broken up, he began to flee in a panic.

At the critical moment, the fierce aura in his bones was also fully aroused, and the black war aura lingered throughout his body, as sinister as a ghost in the underworld.

The soldier standing in front of him was grabbed and pulled by him, and his liver and intestines flowed all over the place.

He grabbed the two soldiers and held them in his hands, swung them like a sledgehammer, and smashed them to death.

Seeing that he was about to run out of the square of Fengtian Temple, Lu Bu quickly caught up with him.

Lu Bu picked up Fang Tianhua halberd and smashed it down.

Dong Zhuo was taken aback, he picked up two short halberds and held it up.

Boom.

Dong Zhuo only felt as if a huge meteorite was hitting him, and he couldn't resist it at all.

In a single blow, Dong Zhuo's entire body was sunk deep into the dirt, with only the arm above exposed.

He only felt that his body was churning, his body was paralyzed, and he couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength.

This blow had already shattered his bones and bones. If it wasn't for the fighting spirit in his body nourishing his body, I'm afraid he would already be dead.

Lu Buce stepped forward.

Dong Zhuo looked at him resentfully, and cursed: "You wicked dog that eats your master will not die in the future! Lao Tzu is waiting for you under Jiuquan!"

Lu Bu pierced his throat with a halberd and lifted Dong Zhuo's head.

"Ok?"

Lu Bu stared at Dong Zhuo's head with some doubts.