Zhu Jun's joy was wiped out. What's the point of talking about Zhang Yan sending someone like this to see him?

Fortunately, there was no attack, otherwise even if the poison was rescued, the Ku Ke would not be able to fall into it, but instead he was covered in fishy smell.

Zhu Jun winked at Sun Ce, picked up the water cup, and never looked at Zhang Fang again. Sun Ce understood that Zhu Jun was really angry and asked him to beat Zhang Fang. Although this was not etiquette and was rude, Zhang Fang was rude first, and Zhu Jun was in a bad mood, so he beat him up after being beaten. What could Zhang Yan do?

Sun Ce stood up, pulled out the long sword from his waist, held the sheath in his hand, and played with a knife. "Wulu, I guess, you probably won't have the chance to come again after this mission. We will meet each other for a while, and we can't let you return empty-handed. Today, we will use martial arts to show you what the real Tao is."

Wulu didn't have the heart to see anything, he was almost anxious. Sun Ce's words not only annoyed Zhang Yan, but also annoyed Zhang Fang, which was why Zhang Fang was on an envoy. He persuaded Zhang Fang along the way, and finally asked Zhang Fang to promise not to act irritably and have a good talk. After all, the Black Mountain Army now needs Zhu Jun's assistance. Yu Du, Ku Qiao and others robbed the food in Junyi City, and the situation in Black Mountain is also very bad. If Zhu Jun does not march again, the Black Mountain Army will suffer huge losses this time.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Fang and Sun Ce had a fight as soon as they met and even drew their swords. Zhu Jun was unhappy, and Sun Ce was unhappy. Judging from this, there was nothing to talk about. Sun Ce's martial arts are good, and it is definitely not something that Zhang Fang can compare. If Sun Ce slips his hands and kills Zhang Fang, it will be a big trouble.

"General, General..."

Wulu stopped Zhang Fang and begged hard. Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fang raised his hand and pushed him aside. He shouted loudly and slashed at Sun Ce. Sun Ce was behind his back, waved the sheathed sword with the other hand, waved it away, and pulled Zhang Fang's sword, and tugged it on his face with the backhand. With a crisp sound, Zhang Fang's face immediately turned red and then began to swollen again.

Zhang Fang was furious and roared wildly, pounced on him again, slashing with a knife.

Sun Ce was astonished and dodged sideways. The scabbard gently knocked on Zhang Fang's back. Zhang Fang cut the air with a knife, and used too much force, and staggered, almost knocking to the ground. He quickly took a step forward, pressed the ground with a knife, barely standing firm. In front of him, he saw a "pop", and his other half of his face was scabbard by Sun Ce again.

He was beaten twice in a row, and they were all slapped in the face. Zhang Fang grabbed it completely, and slashed at Sun Ce with both hands, one knife tightly as if it was a knife. However, although he tried his best, he could not cut Sun Ce. Instead, he was led by Sun Ce and his foothold was unstable. In the blink of an eye, he was hit by Sun Ce for a few more times. He was so angry that he cursed. After just half a word of cursing, Sun Ce waved his hand and slapped his mouth with a scabbard.

Zhang Fang immediately felt that his teeth were loose, and the smell of blood rushed into his throat, his lips were burning and he lost consciousness. His eyes turned red, and he roared, and rushed towards Sun Ce. Sun Ce raised his scabbard to greet him, pressed Zhang Fang's knife, and turned around for half a circle. Zhang Fang tried hard to pull back. Sun Ce took advantage of the momentum and gave it away, and Zhang Fang's knife slashed on his face. Fortunately, it was the back of the knife, not the blade, otherwise he would have opened a cane for himself.

Despite this, he still felt Venus appearing in front of him, his nose was sore and painful, and tears burst out from his eyes. He held a knife in one hand and covered his face with the other. The tentacles were incredibly painful. Then he remembered that Sun Ce had thrust several times on his face, which was already swollen. He was in pain and ashamed, screamed, raised the knife, crossed it around his neck, and roared.

"Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated!"

"Young Marshal, no!" Wu Lu screamed in fear.

Sun Ce held the scabbard in his left hand, drew the sword with his right hand, and drew the long sword out of the scabbard. He came and slashed Zhang Fang on the sword with a light "swish", Zhang Fang lighted his hand, and looked closely and was stunned. Only the hilt of the knife was left in his hand, and the four-foot-long blade had disappeared. He looked at the hilt of the knife, and then at the long sword in Sun Ce's hand, and was shocked and sweated.

The incision was flat, and it was obviously cut off by Sun Ce with one knife.

His sword is not an ordinary ring sword, but a real Baipi sword. How could it be so vulnerable?

Sun Ce also put the knife into the sheath and said lightly: "If you want to die, don't mess with the Taiwei's camp." He turned around and said to Wulu, "It's a pity that Wulu is too weak. He doesn't have time to demonstrate too much. How much can you understand depends on your ability."

Wulu was about to cry without tears. Zhang Fang was about to commit suicide, and you were still irritating him. If he died, how could I explain to Zhang Yan?

Sure enough, when Zhang Fang heard Sun Ce say he was too weak, he immediately became angry again. He threw it hard and smashed the hilt of the knife. Then he opened his arms and pounced on him. His face was ferocious, he opened his mouth, revealing his bleeding teeth, and biting at Sun Ce. When Sun Ce heard the movement behind him, he turned around and avoided him without saying a word. He pushed him with his claws. Zhang Fang flew out with his teeth and claws, flew out seven or eight steps away, pounced on the ground, and slid forward a few steps away, spread his limbs and lay on the ground, motionless.

Sun Ce was surprised. "I heard that Zhang Yan's body skills are light and agile for a long time, and she is known as Feiyan. Is this the martial arts heirloom of Zhang Yan's family, and the style of falling sand and swallows?"

The guards beside him burst into laughter, and even Zhu Yan couldn't help laughing. Wulu was so angry that his face turned purple, and his guards were angry, and they drew their swords to go forward to fight. Sun Ce lowered his face, pointed a long sword in his hand, and his eyes that were no less sharp than a long sword swept across the faces of the guards one by one.

"Come on, dare to draw a sword in front of the Grand Marshal. What do you want to do? Do you want to assassinate the Grand Marshal?"

Zhu Yan's personal guard raised his crossbow with a sound and aimed it at the guards. As long as they dared to act rashly, they would kill him without Zhu Yan's order. They didn't care whether they would tear their faces apart. It was their duty to protect Zhu Yan.

"Stop!" Wu Lu was so scared that she was scattered and yelled subconsciously. "Get out of here!"

The guards turned pale and did not dare to act rashly. They put away their swords and retreated aside. Sun Ce sneered, slowly walked to Zhang Fang, and looked down at him. "Just just have your skills, it's okay to be a master in Black Mountain. You're worthy of running here to show off your might. Go back and tell your father Zhang Yan that no matter how chaotic the world is, it has nothing to do with you. Find a secluded place to prepare to hide the body. Yu Du, Ku Ke will wait for you on the road to the underworld, you have to dig a few more holes."

Zhang Fang slowly raised his head with fierce eyes. "Sun Ce, I am incompatible with you. If you don't avenge this, you will not be a human being."
Chapter completed!