C120 Ma Zhan

Maybe it's rare to see two guys about to fight be equally happy.

However, as soon as Erma approached, Mi Shuhuang still revealed his own style. No matter who his opponent was, he had to be careful in dealing with them. Even if it was a hawk fighting a rabbit, it would still be in danger of getting injured by a rabbit. Moreover, the opponent was a young man with a weapon.

Mi Shuhuang was wearing dark brown armor, which was rarely seen in battle formations. He was riding a red and brown horse, which looked like a dark lump. It made people feel very uncomfortable. He held a huge flying tooth sickle in his hand, which was shining with a dark light. He would not give up until he took his life.

The horse that Zhang Jingxuan was riding was Lee Yuming's mount. It was a handsome white horse. Before leaving, it had changed into a white robe and held a sword in its hand. It was the Heaven Conniving Sword that Sun Shanglou had left behind. It looked like a character in a painting.

However, in Mi Shuhuang's eyes, he felt that it did not look like he was going to the battlefield at all. The treasured sword in his hand was not a tool to fight on a horse. Only a weak person like Liu Bei, Liu Xuande, could use a sword on a horse, not to mention that Liu Bei also used two swords.

Seeing Erma making a wrong step, the huge sickle in Mi Shuhuang's hand slashed towards Zhang Jingxuan with the sound of wind. Mi Shuhuang was very confident in his martial arts. He was afraid that this sickle was going to knock this brat off the horse. He had to control himself well and capture this fair-skinned brat alive.

How dare you call me an old man? Let's see how you will torture me later.

Zhang Jingxuan saw his opponent waving his scythe at him, so he calmly slapped the saddle with his left hand. He jumped into the air and let the white horse run towards him.

While he was in the air, he thrust his sword at Mi Shuhuang's forehead with Transcendent Flying Immortal.

Mi Shuhuang was startled. What kind of fighting method was this?

Before they even exchanged a move, his opponent had already abandoned his horse and jumped up. He opened up a large gap in the air and launched an attack at him. This move could be said to be extremely dangerous. Moreover, they had never seen such fighting style in a battle before!

Of course, no one banned this fighting method.

Mi Shuhuang was furious. This kid did not play according to common sense!

If you were beaten by me honestly, I could still spare your life. Now that the two sides are like fire and water, it would be hard to show mercy when attacking. If there were any casualties, you could only blame yourself for being blind.

Zhang Jingxuan was in the air and had nowhere to borrow strength. The other side borrowed strength from the horse. In terms of geographical advantage, he had the upper hand. On the one hand, Zhang Jingxuan was bold because of his skill, and on the other hand, he was extremely weak in front of the enemy. He made the opponent think that he was a fledgling and had no combat experience.

However, in the end, his combat experience was indeed not much!

Zhang Jingxuan thought so. In any case, the sword in his hand was indeed much thinner in a horse battle. The opponent must have thought that he had no choice but to take the risk. And any underestimation of his opponent would be exactly what he wanted.

Mi Shuhuang saw that although Zhang Jingxuan looked fierce and aggressive, he was in midair and had no room to turn back. His view of this little devil was indeed correct.

He was young and frivolous, and did not know what a battle formation was. He might be a disciple of a big shot in the village. If he was used to being flattered, he would not know the immensity of heaven and earth. He thought of a strange move to end the battle quickly, so he might as well fulfill his wish.

Mi Shuhuang changed the giant sickle in his hand and swung it upwards. He didn't slow down at all. Instead, he sped up and faced Zhang Jingxuan who was flying in the air.

Mi Shuhuang's giant sickle was originally a long weapon, and it relied on its length. This time, it struck first, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. Seeing that the sword was about to hit him, even if it kept hitting him, it would still fly out of his hand. Perhaps even the body of the person holding the sword would be torn to pieces.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Jingxuan, the sword wielder, was calm and composed. The sword in his hand slightly changed direction and tapped on the huge sickle that was coming towards him. With a swing of the sword, his body was like a piece of flying cotton. He flew up and flew over Mi Shuhuang's head like a falcon. The sword in his hand drew an arc in the air and slashed at the back of Mi Shuhuang's neck.

Although Zhang Jingxuan's movement was out of Mi Shuhuang's expectation, he did not expect this young man to have such an amazing Light-body Technique. However, he did not think that he would be able to defeat this opponent in one move.

Regarding this kind of attack method, Mi Shuhuang could only scoff at it. After all, this young man did not have much combat experience. Did he think that this kind of attack would pose any threat to him? If this was a fight on the ground, he might have to deal with such a move. But now that he was fighting immediately, the opponent's move was actually equivalent to hitting air.

Mi Shuhuang's legs lightly clamped together, and he dismounted from his horse. He was also extraordinarily handsome. With a slight force, he jumped several meters away at an accelerated speed. Zhang Jingxuan's sword naturally landed in the air.

Mi Shuhuang was just about to turn his horse's head to fight when suddenly, his beloved horse neighed in pain. After staggering for a while, he could not adjust his body and fell into the dust. Mi Shuhuang was caught off guard. Relying on his extraordinary skills, he managed to escape from the horse's back in time. Otherwise, he would be pressed down by the horse's rolling body. Even if he did not die, he would still be seriously injured.

Even so, it made Mi Shuhuang flustered and in a very sorry state.

This was secondary. All the generals on the battlefield loved their warhorses like their lives. It could be said that warhorses were the best companions of the generals on the battlefield. They were their lifeline and protector.

But in this small battle formation, his beloved horse was hurt. Mi Shuhuang could not help but feel angry from the bottom of his heart.

Looking closely, one of the hind legs of his beloved horse had been broken by his opponent's sword. It seemed like Zhang Jingxuan had thrown out a long sword and the sword beam had hit the horse's leg. The horse's broken leg that was dragging it was in so much pain that it kept shaking. It struggled with all its might, but it could no longer stand up.

The culprit, on the other hand, casually took the long sword from the ground. He looked at the long sword in his hand with a satisfied expression, and even had a smile on his face.

When Mi Shuhuang saw this scene, he could not help but feel like his lungs were about to explode. His face turned red and he cursed, "You little beast, how dare you do this? You, you, you..." He was so angry that he did not know what to say for a moment.

Zhang Jingxuan said with a smile, "I say, Old Man Mi, I say, what are you angry about? As the saying goes, if two countries did not kill envoys, no one would say that a battle between two people would not hurt the horse. What's more, I don't even need to ride a horse, yet you insist on staying on the horse. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself."

To Zhang Jingxuan, the enemy was the enemy, and the enemy's horse helping the enemy was naturally the enemy. There was no need to show mercy to the enemy, so at this moment, he was killing a horse. There was no change in his expression. He did not think that he was a fake scholar who liked to play with fake compassion.