Three Kingdoms: King Skin

Although Peng Tuo's force value is similar to his own, when it comes to close combat, Liu Feng's force value can reach 75.1.

What's more, Liu Feng's Fang Tian Painting Slash force increase can reach up to 700%, which can cause 455.7 damage.

And Peng Tuo's martial arts, the force increase is only 250%, and it can only deal 162.5 damage.

In terms of damage, the gap between the two is huge.

The interval between the level 5 Fang Tian Painting Slash was only two seconds, and now that his weapon Fang Tian Painting Halberd had been enchanted, the next time he used Fang Tian Painting Slash, the damage would reach the highest.

"One move?" Peng

Tuo was furious, as the deputy marshal of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban, his strength was only below Qu Shuai Bocai.

Since the conquest of Yingchuan, he has not encountered an opponent.

Of course, there are not many generals who fight him head-on, which creates the illusion that he himself is the second in the world.

Now that he is so despised, how can he give up easily.

"Seeing that you are not very old, but your tone is so arrogant, Ben Shuai will let you know today what it means to have someone outside the world.

Peng Tuo pinched the horse's belly, and the war horse galloped.

He brandished a big sword, directly displayed his martial arts, and slashed at Liu Feng's head.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Liu Feng's mouth, and when he said these few words, two seconds had already passed.

Fang Tian's painting slash has cooled down, and it can already be cast again.

"Fang Tian Painting Slash!" Liu

Feng rushed out on his horse and slashed forward with the Fang Tian Painting Halberd that was flashing with black light in his hand.

With

a crisp sound, Fang Tian's halberd slashed the broadsword, and castrated across Peng Tuo's neck.

The two horses staggered past each other and stopped.

A line of blood appeared on Peng's neck, and it quickly cracked.

Blood poured out of the bloodstains, and Peng's head tilted and rolled down.

Immediately afterwards, Peng Tuo's body also fell down.

With just one halberd, he cut off Peng Tuo's head.

"Peng Tuo is dead, when will you wait if you don't surrender?"

Liu Feng turned around and stabbed Peng Tuo in the head, raised it to the sky, and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of the nearby yellow turbans.

When they saw the head of Peng Tuo who was carrying on Liu Feng's Fang Tiantian painting halberd, their faces were immediately full of panic.

"The lieutenant is dead, the lieutenant is killed. "

The general is the soul of the army, and the news of Peng Tuo's killing spread quickly among the Yellow Turban Vanguard.

Panic began to spread rapidly, and many of the Yellow Turbans began to flee in a panic.

The originally exuberant momentum fell to the bottom in an instant, and they didn't have the heart to attack the city, and they began to flee one after another.

"All the soldiers obeyed the order and went out of the city with the general to kill the enemy!" Such

a great opportunity, how could Huangfu Song miss it, and immediately took the officers and soldiers in the city out of the city to chase and kill the Yellow Turban.

After killing and killing hundreds of enemies, Huangfu Song appeared in front of Liu Feng with a large army, looking at the blue cavalry that suddenly appeared.

Looking closely, he found that the equipment of this cavalry was not simple.

The production is so good that even the elite teachers of the imperial court can't compare to it.

Looking at the military generals led by him, the set of golden-blue armor was even more domineering and majestic.

However, the general's face looked very young, but he didn't know where it came from.

Huangfu Song opened his mouth and asked: "This general Huangfu Song, thank you for this general's help, I don't know the general's surname, where is he on an errand now?"

Liu Feng hugged his fists and said: "The centurion under the command of Nanyang Taishou, Liu Feng and Liu Tianqi, have seen General Huangfu." "

Nanyang, Qin Taishou's subordinates?" Huangfu

Song was stunned for a moment, he actually came from Nanyang, which is a bit far away.

However, he quickly came back to his senses, looked at Liu Feng and exclaimed: "Being able to behead the enemy general among the ten thousand armies at such a young age is rare in ancient and modern times."

Liu Feng said modestly: "General Huangfu has won the award, and Peng Tuo's force is not high."

Any of the generals present can easily kill them.

The lowly position was just a surprise to him.

Huangfu Song looked at Liu Feng, young and handsome, brave and extraordinary, and so modest, it was really rare.

"By the way, your surname

is Liu?" At this time, he suddenly asked, "I don't know which one is surnamed Liu?"

Liu Feng once again brought out his blind identity, and said loudly: "The humble position is after King Jing of Zhongshan."

His parents died early, and he followed his master to Xi martial arts in the mountains since he was a child.

Some time ago, I heard that the Yellow Turban thieves were in turmoil, thinking that he had the blood of the Han family flowing in his body, so he decided to go down the mountain to beg for the thieves, and return the peace of the Han world.

"It turned out to be a royal noble, but I was rude. Huangfu

Song, Zhu Jun, Cao Cao, Sun Jian and others hugged their fists at Liu Feng.

Now that the Han family has not collapsed, the identity of the Han family is still somewhat useful.

Of course, with the identities of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, they naturally know what kind of goods King Jing of Zhongshan is.

His descendants don't know how many, and this Liu Feng doesn't know which of his sons is a descendant.

But no matter what, as Liu Feng said, he has Han blood flowing in his body.

With this layer of identity, Huangfu Song looked at Liu Feng's eyes more and more satisfied.

Today's Han is in need of a strong martial artist who has the blood of the Han family to revive Hanwei.

At this time, a swarthy military general smiled and said: "I once heard that there is a big demon king in Nanyang, and the yellow scarf who killed him was terrified, and then killed the divine envoy Zhang Mancheng to help Nanyang Taishou recapture Wancheng, presumably it is Your Excellency."

Liu Feng glanced at him in surprise, and his insight subconsciously swept away, and a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This person turned out to be the biggest hero of the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao and Cao Mengde.

At this time, Huangfu Song also introduced Cao Cao's identity next to him.

Liu Feng said with a smile: "It turned out to be a cavalry lieutenant, and it was rude to be humble."

Unexpectedly, the notoriety of lowly duty also spread to the ears of the cavalry lieutenant, and he laughed and laughed.

Cao Cao shook his head and said: "The Great Demon King in the eyes of the Yellow Turban, the Heavenly Demon God of War in the eyes of the people, this is not a bad name.

At the same time, he looked at the hundred blue cavalry behind Liu Feng, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

Every military general is eager to gallop on the battlefield, and even more eager to lead an elite army to fight.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the 100 cavalry under Liu Feng were all elite divisions.

Even, the individual combat strength was stronger than any army he had seen before.

It's a pity that the number of people is too small, only a hundred, not enough to form an army.

Liu Feng was also surprised, worthy of being a future hero, his vision was really not limited to Yingchuan, even what happened in Nanyang was so clear.

Sun Jian laughed and said: "I didn't expect Liu Gongzi to have such a record at such a young age, which is really ashamed of Jian.

As soon as Liu Feng lost his insight, he knew the identity of the other party, but he still waited for Huangfu Song to introduce him before he smiled and said: "Zuojun Sima said that he was funny, how can I worry about this record."

Zhu Jun said: "This is not a place to talk, although Peng Tuo is dead, Bo Cai is still there."

These fleeing yellow turbans must have fled back to Bocai's camp.

Let's go back to the city first and discuss how to deal with the upcoming siege again. "