Countless times, he had the chance to chop off Zhuge Duhan's head, but if he did that, Zhuge Duhan's sharp sword would pierce his heart in the next moment!
A lose-lose style of play that middle-aged men simply cannot afford to lose!
This is the Warcraft Forest. Even if he kills Zhuge Duhan and captures Leng Meiying, how can he walk out of this forest with serious injuries?
Therefore, the middle-aged man has always been hesitant to start, which also gave Zhuge Duhan the opportunity to fight with all his strength.
In the collisions between the two weapons, Zhuge Duhan suddenly gained an advantage.
The swords of the two men made a loud sound during the collision. Then, thin cracks appeared in the middle-aged man's sword. After another collision, it was completely broken into small pieces!
The middle-aged man couldn't help but be startled. This startle almost gave Zhuge Duhan a chance to stab his throat with the heavy sword.
After throwing away the hilt of the sword, the middle-aged man's face became even more serious.
The rich second generation is the rich second generation. Even if their strength is not as good as mine, their equipment is first-rate.
After fighting for nearly half an hour, although Zhuge Duhan was covered in wounds, his edgeless heavy sword had no chip at all and was as bright as new.
But the middle-aged man's sword was already mottled with sword marks, and one of the swords was overwhelmed and was cut off!
Gritting his teeth, the middle-aged man finally made up his mind.
"Humph, Zhuge Duhan, you are seeking death on your own. Go and die!"
Understand that if we continue to fight, if the last sword is broken, the situation will be even more uncertain!
Therefore, the middle-aged man stopped entangled, turned the sword edge, and the fighting spirit flew from the sword, and in the blink of an eye, the fighting spirit surged three feet high.
The sword energy that came out of the body with fighting spirit cut through the sky, and in the hands of the middle-aged man, it was like a ferocious poisonous snake coming out.
The sword edge passed by, and everything it passed was cut in half.
"Die!"
With a final roar, the middle-aged man raised his sword and slashed at Zhuge Duhan.
This was the full power of the Martial King Realm. It was extremely fast and powerful. Zhuge Duhan had no hope of evading it. Even if he raised his sword to block, he might have his arms broken off, and then he would have to fight again.
The sword left his hand and was chopped into two pieces.
So, at this moment, Zhuge Duhan hesitated.
How fast is the sword cutting down? As fast as lightning!
How fast lightning can be, but sometimes, lightning is one ten thousandth as fast as what is thought in the mind.
At that critical moment, Zhuge Duhan had already understood his will to die, but in the bottom of his heart, there was a voice laughing at him.
"Are we going to die like this? If we die, then who will take care of Miss Leng, and who will accompany her to step on the sunshine and laugh together?"
"No, I can't die! I can't die! I want to...become stronger!"
"Roar!"
The change in his mind was integrated in only one ten thousandth of the time the sword light fell. The film-like thing on Zhuge Duhan's body made a sound like peeling off and shattering, and shattered in all directions.
Then, a more majestic and terrifying force was reborn in Zhuge Duhan's body.
At this moment, a strange light emitted from the pitch-black heavy sword that had never been illuminated.
A black light, as dark as ink, bloomed like ink, and then followed Zhuge Duhan's state of mind and slashed across the middle.
