C123 Thousand Feet

He thought that he could at least cut off a few of Mi Shuhuang's legs, but the result disappointed Zhang Jingxuan. The Heaven Conniving Sword that Sun Shanglou had left in his hand was incomparably sharp. With the addition of the inner energy that he had instilled into it, even the thumb-sized steel rod could be easily cut off. However, when he encountered the black needle on Mi Shuhuang's body, it was just like a string. He actually returned with nothing.

The seemingly indestructible longsword in Zhang Jingxuan's hand slashed at Mi Shuhuang's' foot '. No one knew what method Mi Shuhuang had used to grow the black needle on his body and make contact with the sword. The black needle shook slightly, as if it was elastic. It slid down along the sword's momentum. It appeared humble and smooth. Then, the second black needle came forward to meet it. Just like the first needle, it was defeated by the attack of the long sword. The third, the fourth, the fifth...

The sword kept its momentum very well. However, the black needles broke the force of the sword and made it slide down Mi Shuhuang's side without any effort.

Zhang Jingxuan had to admit that he had underestimated General Mi Shuhuang Mi. Maybe he was more powerful than what he had shown so far.

Since he had chosen to fight this time, he was not allowed to lose. He had to pay 120% of his attention to deal with this opponent. It seemed like everyone was familiar with pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger.

If Mi Shuhuang knew what Zhang Jingxuan was thinking right now, he would definitely shout out loudly. Did he still need to pretend? I am a pig to begin with!

After neutralizing Zhang Jingxuan's long sword attack, Mi Shuhuang won't let anyone off. He swung the machete horizontally at Zhang Jingxuan's neck artery, and his body was not idle either. He rushed forward and used the black needle on the left side of his body as a weapon. He stabbed towards Zhang Jingxuan's body.

Furthermore, his charging method was not straight and fast. Instead, he twisted his body with a strange angle. The black needles all over his body twisted and rolled like a wriggling bug. A timid opponent would probably be frightened just by looking at him.

Although Zhang Jingxuan was fearless, no matter who it was, they wouldn't be able to adapt to this kind of fighting style.

However, thinking about it carefully, to Zhang Jingxuan, who had fought his first battle in his life, actually, there was no difference, because he did not have any other experience in fighting enemies. Instead, he felt that it was strange that this opponent had tenacity. Thus, it was also very interesting.

It had to be known that little boys were usually very interested in bugs, so they could play for a while. He used the sword in his hand as a small wooden stick to play with this big bug.

Mi Shuhuang used the black needles on both sides of his body to receive the slashes of the long sword and turned it invisible. The only thing that could be a threat was a slight stab. The long sword in Zhang Jingxuan's hand turned into cold stars, attacking the major joints and vital points around Mi Shuhuang. Mi Shuhuang was deeply afraid. He did not dare to be neglectful with the machete in his hand. The two of them rolled and rolled for a few dozen more rounds, and finally, they were still locked in a fierce fight for the time being.

In the distance, everyone who was watching had different thoughts when they saw the situation on the battlefield. The most anxious one was Lee Huanqing. She saw that Mi Shuhuang had changed into a big bug. Her facial expression changed a little. Girls' resistance to such things seemed to be much weaker.

When she saw that Zhang Jingxuan could not attack for a long time, she could not help but whisper, "No problem, right? Do you want us to go up and cut this big bug into pieces together?"

When Zhang Nanyao heard this, he whispered, "Don't worry, Eighth Chief of Brigands will be fine."

Lee Huanqing slightly turned her head and said, "How do you know?"

Zhang Nanyao smiled slightly. "Because Eighth Chief of Brigands was chosen by First Chief of Brigands, I have confidence in First Chief of Brigands, so I also have confidence in Eighth Chief of Brigands. It's that simple."

Lee Huanqing curled her lips and did not say anything.

Seeing that there was no effect in fighting like this, Zhang Jingxuan decided to change the situation first. His right sword was still looking for Mi Shuhuang's weakness to attack his vitals. It did not slow down at all. He extended his left hand and joined in the attack.

In this round of attack, Zhang Jingxuan was no longer stuck in the sword technique. In a short while, he changed six or seven even rarer moves. Mi Shuhuang was lucky that he had the black needle to protect his body. He was only able to deal with Mi Shuhuang with ease. He was already secretly shocked.

This young man was not old, so how could the martial arts he learned be so complicated? Moreover, his moves were round and tireless, as if he had been immersed in it for more than twenty years. There were even some absolute arts that he had never seen or heard of before. Mi Shuhuang's heart was already a little cold as he fought. He pondered as he fought. He thought about the path of retreat.

At this moment, when he saw Zhang Jingxuan attacking him with his left hand, Mi Shuhuang was not surprised. Instead, he was happy. His opponent's impatience was the perfect opportunity for him. Besides, his black needles were also poisonous. If his opponent accidentally caught him, he would definitely be hit.

At this time, Mi Shuhuang focused his attention on Zhang Jingxuan's left hand. As long as he could hurt Zhang Jingxuan's skin, he would win this battle.

However, reality was so cruel that he was disappointed and injured.

Zhang Jingxuan repeatedly struck with his left hand, but it only stopped about a foot away from his body. He did not take another step forward. However, the palm wind brought by the palm strike made Mi Shuhuang feel very uncomfortable.

That palm wind did not push outwards blindly. Sometimes it carried an inexplicable suction force. Without the palm force reaching his body, he had no idea what direction it would be. Sometimes, it would change instantly between pushing and pulling, and then turn into a kind of revolving force. Mi Shuhuang, who was in the middle of it, felt extremely uncomfortable.

As the force of the palm gradually increased, Mi Shuhuang felt his body being pushed, pulled, and spun. His movements became more and more difficult. In this situation, he still had to dodge the sharp attack of Zhang Jingxuan's right sword. Mi Shuhuang could only try his best to twist his body, making full use of the black needles on his side to block and dodge. In the eyes of others, he looked more like a big bug that fell into a trap and kept twisting its body.

Zhang Jingxuan used his left palm and right sword with all his strength. His palm force pulled and sealed the space, compressing the space where Mi Shuhuang was moving.

Mi Shuhuang was in a miserable state. At this moment, he finally realized that the sword in Zhang Jingxuan's hand was still a little easier to deal with. The machete in his hand and the black needles around his body could still resist, but the palm energy in his left hand was like a mud whirlpool. He was trapped in it, unable to parry the attack. Mi Shuhuang felt that he could not hold on much longer.

Helpless, Mi Shuhuang could only bet everything on this.

Zhang Jingxuan was in high spirits. If the situation continued like this, it could be said that everything would be under his control. But he could not be careless. It seemed like General Mi had a powerful background. There was no deep hatred between the two of them. He wanted to avoid hurting him and capture him alive to ask him about it.

Zhang Jingxuan was planning to capture Mi Shuhuang alive, but Mi Shuhuang would definitely not surrender. He had been suppressed for a long time, and he was determined to fight back at all costs.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Jingxuan's palm energy was sucked in, Mi Shuhuang swung his machete to deflect Zhang Jingxuan's long sword. He shrank his body, and the black needles on both sides of his body stood up. They were all slanted. He charged forward. Mi Shuhuang spread his arms wide and used his body as a weapon to rush towards Zhang Jingxuan. He actually used a suicidal attack.