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He was at Sishui Pass and traveled through time to become Hua Xiong, the commander-in-chief of Dong Zhuo's tent. The eighteen princes sent Pan Feng, the unparalleled general, to call for formation. What should we do? "Eighteen princes? Humph, it's a mob!" Hua Xiong drew out his sword, raised the sword with his hand, and beheaded the arrogant Pan Feng off his horse. Just when Hua Xiong was ready to give up, From the camp of the eighteen princes, a figure with a green robe and a face like a jujube rushed out. When Hua Xiong saw the machete in his hand, he almost dropped it and ran towards Sishuiguan without looking back. He said without any sign of weakness, "Can I leave my name for the coming general?" "Ma Archer, Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang are the same!" "Hahaha, you're just a horse archer, but you want to be my rival. You should catch up with me first!" Guan Yu's bay-red horse suddenly accelerated and headed straight for the direction Hua Xiong was escaping from. "Uh, what a murderous aura!" Come to Yuewen's website to read more of my works