C121 Please God

Zhang Jingxuan looked at his opponent who had fallen to the ground. His armor and beard were covered with dust, and his eyes were filled with hatred. He wanted nothing more than to tear Zhang Jingxuan into pieces.

Zhang Jingxuan welcomed the gaze fearlessly. He still had a happy smile on his face, but in his heart, he thought, It would be better if I anger you to death, old man Mi.

Mi Shuhuang stared at the opponent in front of him. In his heart, he felt that he should really pay attention to this enemy who was at least twenty years younger than him. He could not treat this opponent as a child anymore.

The strength that the opponent had just displayed was enough to prove that he could not be easily dealt with as he had thought.

Besides, his current expression might not be a kind of arrogance and ignorance, but a kind of confidence that he had nothing to fear. He might even be pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. He could not underestimate and be anxious anymore, as he had violated the taboo of being a soldier.

Although Mi Shuhuang was a little timid, he was able to sit in his position today not because he relied on other things but because he had extraordinary abilities.

Mi Shuhuang's face darkened at this moment. The anger on his face was completely suppressed in an instant. A cold light appeared in his eyes, and there was a trace of a cold smile on his lips.

He said, "Kid, it's my fault. I haven't asked for your name yet. What's your position in the mountain village? You attacked me without any hesitation. I am the one who asked for it." After saying that, he cupped his hands and did not show any disrespect. In just a short while, it was as if he had changed into another person.

When Zhang Jingxuan saw this, he was secretly shocked. It seemed like he could not underestimate the heroes of the world. This Mi Shuhuang could walk out of his raging mood so quickly, and was willing to lower his stance and apologize to him. This showed the demeanor of a great general.

Since his goading had failed, there was no need for him to make a fool of himself.

He cupped his fists and returned the greeting, "You're welcome. I am Zhang Jingxuan, Eighth Chief of Brigands of Breeze Stronghold. I am also very grateful that you came to congratulate me right after I took up the post. Do you think we should fight this war or not? If not, please return. If I hurt your horse, I can find a good horse to compensate you."

" No need, my beloved horse was hurt, I have to take revenge for it Please! "Mi Shuhuang went straight to the point this time and stretched out the huge sickle in his hand. Without saying anything else, he slashed at Zhang Jingxuan. As a reminder, he swung the sickle at ___.

At this moment, the two of them had the feeling of a hero cherishing a hero.

Just now, both sides were about to fight. If it was said that there was still a bit of ridicule, then at this moment, the two of them adjusted their emotions and entered a true battle state.

To Zhang Jingxuan, this was also the first battle in his life that he would fight in an open and aboveboard manner.

It was unknown whether it was a coincidence or fate, but the opponent he met was Mi.

Seeing that his opponent was still using the large weapon on the warhorse, Zhang Jingxuan, who was calmly fighting, was slightly surprised. This was because long weapons like knives, spears, halberds, and so on were more suitable for fighting on horses. They could be used after leaving the horse's back. When used, it would be a hindrance.

Although there was a saying that one inch longer and one inch stronger, an overgrown horse weapon was the most difficult injury in ground battles when it was not flexible enough.

Zhang Jingxuan dodged and nimbly dodged Mi Shuhuang's sickle. He could feel that the sickle was not very fast. It was just a probing and courteous attack, but it didn't mean that Mi Shuhuang would continue to be polite.

Zhang Jingxuan did not care about his opponent. He still decided to take me as his master. The sword in his hand was extraordinarily agile, flying up and down, and dashing left and right. Silver light sprinkled down, attacking all the vital points on Mi Shuhuang's body. Mi Shuhuang, on the other hand, was dragging the huge sickle in his hand. With high speed and low defense, for a moment he was exhausted from dealing with it. He was at a disadvantage.

Zhang Jingxuan, who had the upper hand, did not seem to be in a hurry at all. He simply regarded Mi Shuhuang as an opponent for practicing his moves. Each move was as fast as the last, but they all left as soon as they came into contact with each other. It was as if every move was a fake. Mi Shuhuang could also hold his breath and counter attack when he saw it, but he could not spare any time to counterattack.

As a matter of fact, Mi Shuhuang was caught off guard and frightened the moment they exchanged blows. The opponent's sword technique circulated like the wind. Each and every move was incomparably exquisite. It was as if they had come from different sword techniques, but they were perfectly executed. He tried his best to hold on, but he was already in a sorry state.

The two of them fought for a while, but in the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged dozens of moves. After checking each other out, Zhang Jingxuan turned the long sword in his hand into a slash. Suddenly, it changed. Before this, he didn't want to fight with force, so he attacked with all his might. Mi Shuhuang did not change his stance. He continued to swing the huge sickle in his hand. With both hands, he used the long handle of the huge sickle to meet Zhang Jingxuan's sword.

After several dozen moves of testing, Zhang Jingxuan felt that he could speed up the process of closing the net. Before that, he still wanted to test his own strength. But he never thought that such an ordinary move would cause such a huge change.

Zhang Jingxuan's long sword and Mi Shuhuang's scythe handle collided. The Heaven Conniving Sword that Sun Shanglou left behind was an extraordinary grade. Even if it was a head-on collision, he was not worried that it would hurt the sword in the slightest.

The two weapons collided. Zhang Jingxuan felt the long sword in his hand slash across. It felt as if it was cutting through iron like mud. With one slash, the scythe handle in Mi Shuhuang's hand was instantly cut into two.

Zhang Jingxuan was delighted, but he realized that something was wrong. The weapon in Mi Shuhuang's hand should not have been so vulnerable. There must be something wrong with this abnormal situation. Zhang Jingxuan did not chase after him, but instead, he calmed down.

As expected, the scythe in Mi Shuhuang's hand split into two, but he did not panic. When he saw that Zhang Jingxuan did not intend to chase after him, he jumped back slightly and temporarily broke away from Zhang Jingxuan's attack range.

At this time, Mi Shuhuang finally began his shocking move.

The huge sickle in his hand became two segments, and Mi Shuhuang held the handle in his left hand. Right. He held the scythe in his hand, his arms slightly bent, and he quickly shook it up and down. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, but they carried a strange rhythm. It was dazzling.

When Zhang Jingxuan saw him at first sight, he could not help but be surprised. He took half a step back to see what kind of trick he was playing.

Could it be that he knew that he could not beat him, so he had to ask for help?

If Zhang Jingxuan treated Mi Shuhuang's current actions as a religious action, Mi Shuhuang would probably be happy to do so.

Mi Shuhuang shook the broken scythe rhythmically, his left and right hands twisting unusually agilely. While he was dancing, his hands moved around his body at an extraordinary speed. In the blink of an eye, he had completed his movement and stopped.

When he looked at Mi Shuhuang again, although Zhang Jingxuan had been staring at his movements the whole time, it had changed into such a state in an instant. It really shocked him.