"Who is this? Can he do it?"

"I don't know, it doesn't look like it's going to work."

The soldiers guarding the camp huddled together and whispered, looking at the young general in front of them who was dressed in a strange way.

"Oh, another one died. I guess another head fell to the ground."

The soldier who was beating the drums to cheers glanced in the direction of the battlefield, then shook his head silently and started beating the drums.

DONG DONG DONG!!!

The sound of cheering rang in the ears of many soldiers, and Zhang Feng, the young general who came out of the stronghold to meet the enemy, was riding a horse leisurely and walking little by little.

"Haha, here comes another one to die. You are the fourth person I want to kill today. To be honest, I am a little tired."

The tall Hua Xiong carried a bloody sword and stared at Zhang Feng with contempt.

"The first three have all reported their homes, what about you, Xiaobao?"

Hua Xiong's arrogant speaking did not succeed in stimulating Zhang Feng's reason.

As early as the first appearance, Zhang Feng discovered a small detail.

That was because there was something wrong with Hua Xiong’s hand holding the knife.

Although he seemed extremely arrogant, it was actually just to cover up the trembling of his arms.

It seems that he was not unscathed when he fought with the three people before him.

He needs time to recover, and Zhang Feng also needs time to talk nonsense.

"Huh, tell me my name, I'll scare you! I am General Wu Dazhuang who lives at home!"

Zhang Feng raised his head, held the gun in his backhand, and dragged the tip of the gun to the ground.

"Wu Dazhuang is squatting at home? I've never heard of him. He's just a person with a false reputation."

Hua Xiong even really thought about the name Wu Dazhuang, and his eyes under the mask looked Zhang Feng up and down.

He soon discovered that the person in front of him was different from the previous three people.

The posture of the three people before seemed to be that they were standing casually, and they had a strong desire to attack, and they really wanted to kill him.

But the posture of the young general in front of him was extraordinary.

He has... no desire to attack at all.

Whether it's weapons, horses, or posture, they are all for defense, just like an airtight bastard. What's even more outrageous is that his posture has been specially trained at first glance, and he is not that kind of chicken and tile dog.

generation.

He holds a spear in his right hand, a long-handled ax on his waist, and an object wrapped in white cloth on his back.

Is that thing a hidden weapon?

Let’s not talk about concealed weapons or not. His outfit is too weird. What the hell are spears and axes?

"Huh? Little Hua Xiong! You haven't heard of your grandfather and me? Yes, I remember back then, your grandfather and I went to Sanwei Bookstore from Baicao Garden!"

"Then we rode on the colorful auspicious clouds all the way to Nantianmen, where we stopped the seven fairies and picked peaches to eat in front of them, while you were still nursing."

A piece of vulgar language with many elements and not including a single curse word came out of Zhang Feng's mouth.

After seeing Zhang Feng's witty remarks, Hua Xiong was shocked!

He had never heard such a highly harmful and insulting curse word.

Although he didn't understand many of them, he understood "Hua Xiong'er" and "Your grandpa and me".

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You beast! How dare you scold me!"

"Who are you calling a beast?"

"Beast scolds you!!"

"Yes, it is indeed a beast that scolded me! Haha!"

Hua Xiong kept talking, but Zhang Feng got around him with a few words. When he came to his senses, he was greeted by roars of laughter from the soldiers guarding the village.

Hua Xiong swung the knife suddenly, his eyes widened, and white mist emerged from the gaps in the mask, making him look like a huge steam tank.

But even though he was extremely angry, he did not rush towards Zhang Feng in a hurry.

Firstly, his arm has not fully recovered, and secondly, as smart as he is, Zhang Feng must have set up a treacherous plan and is waiting for him to take the bait!

He doesn't believe that some people are really that idle and scolding people just for the sake of scolding them!

But... Zhang Feng is really so boring...

"No way, there won't be anyone. Don't you dare to do it? Why are you so stubborn? You've already killed three people, but you got cold feet when you met the fourth one? You don't know how. You only have three seconds, right?"

Hua Xiong's extremely bad mouth and unparalleled sarcastic skills made Hua Xiong completely angry.

How dare you mock him for only three seconds?

My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't! No matter what his trap is, he will definitely kill this bitch with a knife!

Unexpectedly, just as Hua Xiong was about to charge forward angrily, Zhang Feng was one step ahead of him and took action!

Zhang Feng, who was riding on horseback, raised the corner of his mouth, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, dragged his gun and rushed towards Hua Xiong in the distance.

The sharp tip of the gun rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, or sandpaper rubbing against glass.

"When one ghost appears, the power is extraordinary; when two ghosts appear, the world is shocked!"

Zhang Feng used the killer's ax and Longyuan Spear as the foundation for his presence. The next moment, a ghost figure with three heads and six arms seemed to appear behind Zhang Feng.

The black shadow was faceless, holding an ax as red as blood in its left hand, and a spear as white as snow in its right hand.

Although the whole thing is nondescript, it is extremely majestic.

The shadow only existed for a moment and then disappeared.

Zhang Feng, who was charging forward, felt his body sink, and there was an inexplicable sense of oppression in his chest. But for some reason, his calves suddenly felt cold, which dissipated most of the fatigue in his body.

At the same time, bursts of music came to his ears, completely driving away the remaining fatigue in his body!

But...this singing voice is really weird.

First there was a pleasant ringtone and electronic music that echoed in the ears, and then there were lines in vernacular -

"Friday night at nine o'clock ~ Let's meet at the cashier! It's called a class reunion, Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!"

Weird, but okay.

In just a few seconds, Zhang Feng accumulated all the BUFFs that could be added to his body, and the battle was bound to be resolved in a short time.

"Come and fight!"

Zhang Feng shouted loudly, raised the tip of the gun and lowered his body at the same time.

Hua Xiong frowned, and the leisurely and contented look on his face completely disappeared. He subconsciously wanted to blur the blade and kill Zhang Feng with one blow through the gun body!

But as soon as he slashed with the sword in his hands, he suddenly felt a chill coming from his forehead.

Hua Xiong is no idle person either. He swung his hands horizontally and immediately crossed them over and used the handle of the knife to block the upper part of his forehead!

Clang!!

There was a clear sound of impact, and the heavy ax blade and the long handle connected instantly. The huge force made Hua Xiong's shoulders sink. He gritted his teeth and thrust forward, and finally blocked Zhang Feng's blow with difficulty.

cut.

Zhang Feng frowned, and the Longyuan Spear in his right hand turned into a stick and hit Hua Xiong on the waist and abdomen. If the blow hit, with his current strength, it would be enough to knock Hua Xiong off his horse!

If the cavalry battle turns into an infantry battle, then he can say that slogan that shocked the ancient and modern times - "Eight thousand against ten thousand, the advantage is mine!"

Unfortunately, Hua Xiong reacted very quickly. After he pushed away Zhang Feng's axe, he bent over and propped the handle of the knife on the ground without hesitation.

The handle of the knife once again withstood Zhang Feng's attack, and the two attacks were blocked one after another. Zhang Feng was not willing to fight anymore. He ran away on horseback and put some distance between himself and Hua Xiong.

The two horses passed each other. Hua Xiong straightened his back again, holding a knife in one hand and looking at Zhang Feng with a cold sweat.

It seemed like a long fight, but in fact, it only took about ten seconds.

"Hoo-! Hoo-!"

Just a little bit...if he had reacted slower, he would probably have been killed by this kid.

What was the shadow behind him before? Was it his incarnation?

At this moment, Hua Xiong also understood the seriousness of the matter, and he cheered up. At the same time, streams of black mucus emerged from his body.

In just a few seconds, Hua Xiong turned into a black man wearing an unknown liquid. Only the mask on his face was not covered by the black water, and he became more and more ferocious.

"Good boy, you first provoked me and made me look down on you, and then you used all your strength to try to win a quick victory, but you almost fell into your trap!"

"Haha, grandson, you're not afraid anymore, are you?"

Zhang Feng taunted the knife with his spear.

"Oh, you can only argue with words!"

Hua Xiong was so angry that he raised his knife and slashed at Zhang Feng again. As he moved, the mucus on his body dripped to the ground, making a "sizzling" corrosive sound.
Chapter completed!