To save yourself, the consequences can be imagined.

But there were always a few clear-headed ones who escaped the fire claws of the pottery pot and their companions. They bravely ran into the sea of ​​​​fire in front of them, where the fire was gradually getting smaller, trying to find a way out.

Hu Biao, for example, took the lead, holding a guillotine in his hand and calling on a few of his henchmen to split the burning bushes.

Just as he was about to fight his way out of the sea of ​​​​fire, a shout of death came from the front.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The leader picked up the Han Sword and aimed directly at the tall and powerful Hu Biao. The anti-stab uniform on his body gave him great courage, allowing him to dare to confront Hu Biao, who everyone in the past looked up to as a fierce tiger.

Put it right.

The rest of the villagers were equally fearless. In addition to covering their heads with the captured iron hats, they almost gave up defense in other places and stabbed the oncoming Hujiabao crowd with spears and weapons.

"Looking for death!" Hu Biao struck at Chengtou first with a knife. Because Chengtou wore an iron hat on his head, he aimed at Chengtou's shoulder.

However, what he didn't expect was that the mud-legged man opposite him seemed to be crazy. He held his sword regardless and stabbed him straight in the stomach with a loud roar.

"Exchanging lives for lives?" This absurd idea immediately came to Hu Biao's mind.

He hurriedly stopped the sword and turned around to avoid the attack. Compared with these mud-legged people, he felt that his life was obviously more precious. How could he trade his life with the other party?

But what he didn't expect was that the opponent actually refused to give up. Seeing that he had escaped the attack, he attacked him harder. His body's defense was completely released, and Hu Biao felt that he could cut him in half with just one knife.

However, you can chop, but you have to guard against the opponent's attacks.

Just as he was branching out from left to right, the wails of his men kept coming from around him.

Hu Biao turned around and saw a scene that made his liver and gallbladder split.

"This, this is impossible..."

It was also a "life for life" style of play. The subordinate's spear clearly stabbed the opponent's chest, but why did the opponent continue to hold the Han sword and cut off the subordinate's hand as if nothing was wrong?

This is not scientific... Oh, it should be said that it is a ghost.

Hu Biao quickly took a few steps back to avoid the attack from Zhongtou. For him, Zhongtou's attack was just a random wave of the weapon in his hand. It was very easy to dodge it with his skill.

However, the weighing head cannot attack him, and he cannot cause fatal damage to the weighing head.

The moment he stepped back, the guillotine in his hand took the opportunity to swipe across Zhengtou's weakly defended belly. The real touch came from the blade. Hu Biao was sure that his knife would definitely make this mud-legged man lose his fighting ability.

However, what he didn't expect was that he had been stabbed in the abdomen. Why, why could he still fight like a normal human being without fear of death?

"No, it's impossible, it's not true." Hu Biao thought his knife was blunt and slashed at the burning bushes aside.

The shrub was split into two instantly by the sharp blade, and the cuts were neat and smooth.

As if he had seen a ghost, Hu Biao turned to look at Zheng Tou, who was attacking him. Looking at his intact belly, a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind... That was the rumored invulnerable Yellow Turban Warrior. Could it really exist?
Chapter completed!