Chapter 663 The Little Bully Is Filled with Hatred

"You rats, you plot against others, do you think you can kill me this way?"

Sun Ce roared angrily and slashed his sword across the palm of his left hand. The stinging sensation shook his spirit. The long-lost smell of blood floated into his nostrils, making his eyes seem to glow.

"kill!"

Sun Ce's back bent slightly, and then he swooped out like a cheetah, and a strong wind suddenly hit his face.

"careful!"

The pupils of the three men in black scarves opened, and they felt that they were not facing a person, but an injured tiger!

No wonder people in Jiangdong call him the Little Overlord. This Sun Ce was shot by a crossbow and poisoned by the poison given by the old god Yu Ji, but he is still so vigorous. If this were his heyday, how could the three of us be his opponents?

Sun Ce rushed towards him and slashed hard with the sword in his hand, as if it was a thick-backed sword. Bearing the brunt of the attack, the man in black scarf subconsciously raised his sword to resist. However, Sun Ce took action with hatred. The force of this sword was so great that the sword in the hand of the man in black scarf immediately cracked.

bass!

The long sword flew high and brushed across his neck with a strong gust of wind. The face of the man in black scarf changed, and a blood line appeared on his neck, indicating that the body had actually been separated.

Sun Ce made a move like the wind and grabbed the black scarf off the man's face, and saw his appearance clearly, but he had never seen it before.

"Damn it, he killed Fourth Brother!"

Another man in black scarf was scared and angry, staring at Sun Ce with angry eyes, but he did not dare to step forward to avenge "fourth brother", so he took a few steps back.

"Sixth, don't worry, stay back!" Another man in black scarf stepped back and shouted: "Sun Ce has been poisoned. As long as we hold on, he will definitely die. Don't rush forward."

"Yes, fifth brother!"

After hearing what the fifth brother said, although he was sad about the death of the fourth brother, he just nodded and continued to retreat.

But Sun Ce killed one person with one sword, his power was clearly displayed. Just as he showed a proud look on his face, he suddenly felt dizzy in his mind. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold a tree and shook his head.

Damn it, I was poisoned, I was really careless.

In fact, when Sun Ce led the army in battle, he would inevitably risk his own life and death on the battlefield. However, there were real swords and spears on the battlefield, so Sun Ce mostly used his agility to avoid them. For example, when he attacked Hengjiang, Sun Ce held Fan Neng with one arm. Mi, the defender on top of the city, wanted to fire an arrow to save him, but Sun Ce avoided him.

"Hoo" Sun Ce shook his head like a lion, staring at the two men in black scarves in front of him, shouted and ran out, raising the sword in his hand again.

The fifth brother of the black scarf man raised his ring-shou sword and resisted Sun Ce's sword. At the same time, he felt happy: the force on Sun Ce's sword had decreased a lot. It seemed that the medicine had taken effect.

"Hmph, Sun Ce, this is your burial place."

"Hahaha! Sun swept through the six counties of Jiangdong. Liu Yao's thousands of troops can't do anything to me. What do you three clowns mean?"

Sun Ce laughed loudly, and the sword in his hand was like waves of waves. The torrential force of the sword enveloped the fifth brother, making him difficult to walk.

Damn it! Hasn't Sun Ce been poisoned? Why are you still so lively?

Lao Wu seemed to be struggling under Sun Ce's fierce attack, constantly retreating, more defensive than offensive. When Lao Liu saw this, he was very anxious and rushed forward with the hook in hand.

The hook set is one of the standard weapons of the Han army. It is a small iron shield with an iron hook erected. In addition to using the iron shield to resist the opponent's weapon, the iron hook on it can also be used to hook the opponent's weapon, and can be used with Ge and The function of the halberd is similar.

Lao Liu stood up and moved forward, stretching out the hook in his hand to grab Sun Ce's sword. Unexpectedly, Sun Ce suddenly shouted loudly, turned around and made a golden dragon move out of the sea, and the sword in his hand fell out.

Whoosh!

Lao Liu looked startled, and blood flowed from his mouth. Sun Ce's sword fell out of his hand with great force, not to mention that the old man was only wearing a cloth and no armor at all, so the sword came out of his body naturally.

"Sun Ce!"

Lao Liu screamed and fell to the ground, blood gurgling out of the wound.

"Old Six!"

The man in black scarf, Lao Wu, cried out sadly and stared at Sun Ce with gritted teeth: "Sun Bofu, go to hell!"

Seeing that his two companions were killed one after another, the fifth man no longer wanted to live alone. He brandished his sword and aimed at Sun Ce with all his might. Firstly, there was no weapon in Sun Ce's hand, and secondly, the toxin was gradually taking effect in his body, and he felt that his vision was gradually becoming blurry.

As he dodged and dodged, Sun Ce's vision became increasingly blurry, and at this moment, the ring-shou knife in Lao Wu's hand fell down, and was about to hit Sun Ce's head.

Sun Ce's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly reached out to grab the old Wuhuan sword, but he didn't expect that the blade of the knife happened to be grasped in the palm of his hand. A sharp pain made Sun Ce wake up, and blood flowed down the wound on the palm of his hand and onto his arm.

"hey-hey!"

Lao Wu's smile gradually became crazy. As long as he could kill Sun Ce, everything would be worth it.

"The lord is there!"

"There are assassins, and my lord is in danger!"

"Save our lord quickly!"

A loud arrow shot out with a "swish" sound, and Lao Wu was shocked all over, and his forehead had already been pierced by the arrow. He gradually lost strength, let go of the Huanshou knife, and fell to the ground unwillingly, his body twitching slightly.

When Sun Ce saw Lao Wu falling to the ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Unable to suppress the spread of toxins in his body any longer, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground as well.

Dozens of guards rushed over on horseback, shouting and shouting, but Sun Ce closed his eyes and couldn't hear anything.

Sun Ce slowly raised his heavy eyelids and whispered: "Assassin, how are you?"

"Bo Fu, are you awake?"

Wu Guotai, who had been standing by the side, saw Sun Ce regaining consciousness. He was so happy that he hugged Sun Ce, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Mother? Cough cough cough."

When Sun Ce saw Wu Guotai, he coughed in excitement. Wu Guotai hurriedly ordered the maid to come forward and serve honey water.

The maid moved gently, held up Sun Ce's head with one hand, held honey water in a jade bowl, and gently fed Sun Ce.

After drinking half a bowl of honey water, Sun Ce felt better and asked: "Mother, how are the three assassins? Have they been caught alive?"

"Hey, just take good care of yourself and don't worry about that, kid." Wu Guotai's eyes were red and swollen, and he had obviously cried several times.

"Mother, it's important to catch the assassin."

Sun Ce sighed and said, "Mother, please invite Mr. Zibu and Mr. Zijing."

Wu Guotai also knew that Sun Ce had always had a strong personality, so he sighed and nodded.

Not long after, an elderly scribe with a dignified appearance and a meticulous attitude and a young scribe in his prime walked in together. The man in front of him was Zhang Zhao, who was known as the "two Zhangs" with Zhang Hong, and the other man was Zhang Zhao. Changsha Lusu.