"Big brother!"
Ignoring his wails, Lü Bu rode over on his Red Hare.
Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, Jiao Fei felt a chill run through his body, and in his despairing eyes, he saw all the memories of the past.
In the past, he trained his troops in the land of barbarians, full of ambition, and set out from the south to the north to quell the rebellion of the Northern King.
For over a month, traveling at breakneck speed from south to north, everyone along the way was extremely excited.
During the few days when the troops were stationed in front of Yanlu Mountain, the atmosphere in the army was lively and cheerful. No one expected that the battlefield they were about to face would be so brutal.
Everything changed after I stepped into Yanluo Mountain.
If we hadn't left the Southern Border or entered Yanluo Mountain back then, how could we have ended up like this today?
The clatter of hooves approached from afar, drawing Jiao Fei's dazed gaze back to him.
His eyes were red, his face pale, and he picked up the knife beside him. He stood up from the mud and looked at the person in front of him, letting out a roar that was almost a cry:
"Come! Dare to dismount and fight me?!"
"I am Jiao Fei, the Winged Tiger!!!"
"Hmph." Lu Bu narrowed his eyes and gave a cold snort.
But he still jumped off Red Hare, bent his knees, assumed a fighting stance, and shouted at Jiao Fei:
"Come on, Jiao Fei!!"
Jiao Fei held the knife in both hands, and the mirror-like blades reflected his bloodless face with a chilling aura.
A drop of rain fell on the blade, and the pale face rippled in response.
In the blink of an eye, the swift blade sliced through the chaotic rain and hurtled forward!
That strike was incredibly fast!
Lu Bu's face was ashen; he neither dodged nor yielded, and swung his halberd as before!
But then, two footsteps were heard, and Jiao Fei stepped into the mud and changed his position!
That strike was merely a feint. Jiao Fei knew he absolutely could not take the attack from the person in front of him; if he were to be touched by that halberd, his life would be in grave danger.
Therefore, he nimbly moved his body to dodge the halberd, and then slashed at Lu Bu's wrist from bottom to top!
Lu Bu snorted coldly, dodged the knife by sidestepping, stepped back, and then thrust his halberd at Jiao Fei's face with lightning speed.
Jiao Fei took a deep breath, pulled in his stomach, and leaned back. The halberd tip almost pierced his cheek, but he managed to dodge it.
After dodging the halberd, he was already panting heavily.
So far, they've only exchanged two blows.
The next moment, Jiao Fei gritted his teeth, took another step forward, and swung his sword at Lü Bu!
With a "poof" sound.
The silver-white knife flew high into the air, with a hand still tightly gripping the hilt.
Lü Bu sheathed his halberd and mounted his horse.
With a loud thud, the severed hand, the knife, and Jiao Fei's body fell almost simultaneously into the blood-stained mud.
The strong winds gradually subsided, but the rain intensified, a truly unusual occurrence in winter.
In the rain, Jiao Fei lay in the mud with his eyes half-open. The long, narrow wound on his face was constantly being washed by the rain, and only a few strands of blood flowed out.
The shouts of battle around him grew fainter and fainter, and the smell of blood in his nose became less and less. He struggled to turn his eyes and saw the crimson steed carrying its master galloping forward.
Seeing the direction they were heading, Jiao Fei's eyes twitched, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"Your Majesty, be careful."
Darkness swept in, and those half-open eyes finally closed.
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