It looked very smooth. The soldiers of the Three Hundred Xuanwu Camp divided into three square formations, successfully crossed the Yushui River, and stood up on the other side of the water.

Liu Bian remained calm.

The three hundred-person square formations moved closer to each other, twenty steps apart, with two wings facing forward, and the center dragged backward, forcing Liu Bian.

Liu Bian still remained unmoved.

The three square formations stopped fifty steps away from the other shore, monitoring Liu Bian's every move, and covering the other two square formations across the water.

Liu Bian still didn't move, and he didn't even want to stand up and take a look.

Murong Feng was a little confused. What was Liu Bian waiting for? Could it be that the person opposite was not him, or even a living person? Why did he still not react at all after watching so long and seeing such a big noise?

All the five hundred Xuanwu camps crossed the waters and formed a formation of three in front of Liu Bian. They blew the horns and sent a signal to Murong Feng, requesting an attack.

Murong Feng hesitated a little. He couldn't figure out what Liu Bian was doing. Now Liu Bian has been surrounded by more than two thousand people, especially the Xuanwu Camp has already formed a formation in front of him. Why is he still not reacting at all? What are he waiting for?

Murong Feng was puzzled, and after repeated weighing the pros and cons, he ordered an attack.

The horn sounded, and Wubai Xuanwu Camp took cautious steps and rushed towards the hillside step by step.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred fifty steps.

The soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp in the two square formations raised their bows in their hands and prepared to shoot at the top of the mountain.

Liu Bian stood up, lazily pulled up the flag gun inserted on the ground, and picked up Duan Song's body with one hand. He pointed to Xuanwu Camp and pointed to Murong Feng on the other side of Yushui. Murong Feng was startled and ordered: "Stop shooting, stop shooting!"

The horn soldiers quickly bulged their cheeks and blew the horns hard. The soldiers of Xuanwu Camp woke up as if they were dreaming and quickly put away their bows and arrows. If they continued to shoot, the arrows could not hurt Liu Bian, but would shoot on Duan Song's body, which was just another insult to Duan Song.

Do you still need to shoot with arrows when the Five Hundred Xuanwu Camp is against one person? This is a joke in itself.

The soldiers of Xuanwu Camp became angry, raised their shields and swords, let out a roar, speeded up, and rushed up the hillside.

One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps.

Looking at the soldiers of Xuanwu Camp getting closer and closer, Liu Bian inserted his flag gun again. He stretched his waist, rubbed his hands, and a few excitement appeared in his eyes. It seemed that Taotie saw a sumptuous meal and his index finger moved.

The Buiu also stood up, looked at Liu Bian, and then looked at the soldiers of Xuanwu Camp who were quickly approaching, eager to try.

"Don't worry, this is mine, it's not your turn yet." Liu Bian patted the beast's head, chuckled, and rushed towards the Xuanwu Camp that had already rushed to the front. In just a moment, he turned from a still mountain into a wisp of lively wind and rushed to the front of Xuanwu Camp.

It is as quiet as a virgin, and it is as moving as a rabbit.

"Kill!" The three Xuanwu camp soldiers who were in the brunt of the rush forced their fear to suppress their hearts, raised the sword in their hands, and slashed at Liu Bian.

A cold light suddenly appears.

Before the shouts of killing had disappeared, Liu Bian had already rushed to them, raised his hands, and pounced on the rabbit, ready to hold the wrists of the two soldiers in Xuanwu Camp holding the swords. He twisted them gently, and the two warriors with great heights couldn't help but scream in pain. They couldn't hold the swords in their hands, and then their bodies became lighter, and the heaven and earth turned around.

As soon as they met, they were captured alive by Liu Bian and raised by Liu Bian.

At the same time, Liu Bian kicked and kicked the enemy directly opposite him hard in the chest. With a muffled "bang", the Xuanwu Camp soldier who was rushing forward with all his might flew backwards. The sound of "ping-ping-pong" was endless, knocking several companions behind him to the point of being tilted. The originally tight formation was smashed into a passage that was wide for one person.

With a "bang", the soldier from Xuanwu Camp fell to the ground and rolled down the hillside, rolling all the way to the edge of Yushui, lying on the ground, motionless. His neck was twisted strangely, and blood overflowed from his mouth, winding.

He died and could not see the battle between his other companions and Liu Bian.

Maybe it's better not to look at it.

Facing the first hundred-man formation that rushed up, Liu Bian didn't even pull out his weapons. He held the wrists of a Xuanwu Camp soldier in one hand, treating them as two human-shaped weapons, lifting heavy weights, waving them freely, and breaking into the formation with no brainstorms. These Xuanwu Camp soldiers were taller and stronger than ordinary people, and were about seven or eight feet tall. In addition, Liu Bian's arms were long, within a radius of ten feet, and they were almost flying legs. The two Xuanwu Camp soldiers were still roaring angrily at first, but they were already dizzy and dizzy without swaying. After a few more swings, they had no sound and had no idea of ​​life or death.

Faced with the weapons turned by the two companions, the soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp were at a loss at first. They had experienced many battles but did not experience such a situation. They didn't know what to do for a while, and their formation was disrupted by Liu Bian. The soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp were elites around Murong Feng. They were basically equipped with the best armor and were wearing sturdy cowhide boots on their feet. For the convenience of riding horses, there were also Spurs on their heels. These two soldiers were swung by Liu Bian as big sticks. From time to time, some were hit by the Spurs, cut their faces or breastplate, and fell down with a humming hum.

The soldiers of Xuanwu Camp were angry. They no longer cared about whether they were their companions' bodies. They waved their swords and rushed over. They cut off their companions' legs, their waists, and then cut off their companions' arms.

Liu Bian laughed, threw out two broken arms, and smashed the enemy opposite. He stepped forward, raised his hand and opened a slashing sword, and punched the shield. With a "boom", the Xianbei people behind the shield raised their heads and spit out a mouthful of blood, and their bodies became soft. Before he fell to the ground, Liu Bian lifted him gently and lifted him into the air, grabbed his ankle, lifted him upside down, held it in his hand, and waved it to the two enemies rushing behind him.

"Bang!" Two Xianbei people who were trying to attack were hit and staggered back.

Liu Bian leaned over, grabbed one of the ankles, opened his bows left and right, waved his human-shaped stick again, broke into the crowd of Xianbei people, and hit him wantonly. The soldiers of Xuanwu Camp were in a miserable way. Although they fought back with all their might, they could not cope with such a heavy and huge weapon. Instead, they were smashed to the point of blue eyes, and their arms and legs were broken.

The first hundred-man square formation saw that most of the losses were lost, but Liu Bian was still alive and could not see any sign of exhaustion. He looked at the Xianbei people around who were desperately chopping and slashing, but couldn't get close to him at all, and laughed.

The laughter was not very loud, but it reached Murong Feng's ears and the Xianbei people on the other side of Yushui.

Xianbei people looked at each other. Xuanwu Camp was an elite established by the Xianbei king Tan Shihuai, and everyone was a rare warrior. Even though Tan Shihuai had insufficient numbers after death, Murong Feng made some additions and his strength declined, but he was still a famous elite on the grassland. It was under their protection that Murong Feng survived from death again and again. They often defeated the more with fewer and were not afraid at all, but now they besieged one by a hundred people, but ended in such a situation, which is really unbelievable.

But this scene was right in front of them.

No wonder and Lianhui were defeated in a mess, no wonder Duan Xu and Duan Song were killed one after another, no wonder five or six hundred people in the Linghu Tribe were defeated by Liu Bian alone.

The enemy that Xuanwu Camp cannot defeat is not something Duan Xu and the Spirit Fox Tribe led by Duan Song can defeat it.

Murong Feng lied, he lied to us, he deliberately belittled Liu Bian's strength and deceived us to die.

Many people turned their angry eyes to Murong Feng.

Murong Feng was furious. This time, he was really angry by Liu Bian. Liu Bian defeated Xuanwu Camp so playfully and defeated the first hundred-man square formation, which was not only an insult to Murong Feng, but also an insult to Tan Shihuai. Xuanwu Camp had never encountered such a humiliating battle when he was under Tan Shihuai's command, and he could not.

He knew that it was impossible for those waiting and watching subordinates to cross the water to fight. All he could count on was the remaining Xuanwu Camp soldiers, as well as Xiong Ba and Lie Qianfeng who had crossed the water.

"Blow the trumpet, attack again, attack again!" Murong Feng's eyes were red and he roared loudly: "Crossing the water, trap him, even if he fights to the last person, he will be killed here."

As he spoke, he rode his horse towards Yushui. He wanted to cross Yushui, command the battle himself and participate in the battle.

The sound of the horn sounded, and the strong wind in the distance began to run.

"kill--"

"Kill--" The soldiers of Xuanwu Camp also went crazy, and four square formations surrounded Liu Bian and the already broken hundred-person square formation in the middle.

Liu Bian was condescending and could see clearly. Seeing Murong Feng jumping over the horse and crossing the water, he smiled.

This is the moment he is waiting for.

There is only one person he wants to kill: Murong Feng.

The reason why I never leave the high slope is to climb high and look far, so that I can clearly see Murong Feng's every move.

Liu Bian whistled his lips and was separated by the soldiers of the Xuanwu Camp. The beast that was led by a Xianbei man suddenly lowered its head and hugged the sharp corners above his head into the chest of the Xianbei man holding the reins. Before the Xianbei man could scream, it raised its head and threw it out, then ran wildly. In just a few breaths, it rushed to the edge of the Yushui River and jumped into the water in front of Murong Feng.

Murong Feng was shocked and subconsciously raised the shield in his hand to block the splashing water, and at the same time he ordered loudly: "Stop it, stop it!"

No one responded to his orders. The guard beside him stared blankly at the rushing beast with his eyes dull.

On the hillside, Liu Bian roared lightly, repelled several enemies in front of him, threw down half of his body, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain. While running, he took off his bow from his back, drew out a feather arrow, and shot three arrows in one breath.

Three feather arrows left the string and broke through the air. The next moment, they appeared in front of Murong Feng.

Murong Feng sat upright on the horse's back, holding a shield, motionless, his eyes filled with horror and despair. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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