Zhao Yunlong shook his head suddenly, with a look of reluctance.
"What? Are you afraid, Commander Zhao?" Ji Wubing said excitedly.
"It's not that you're afraid, it's that your Highness is too weak." Zhao Yunlong said in a low voice.
"grass!"
Ximen Hao cursed.
"Hahaha! Hahaha! Brother Hao, you are despised! You are despised by a doll!"
Ji Wubing smiled proudly and deserved a beating.
"Mad! Master Hao believed your evil! Little brat! Let's go, Master Hao will let you see what it means to fight monsters by leapfrogging a level!"
Ximen Hao had a bad temper and just wanted to try his sword skills.
Of course, he was sure that the sick man must be up to something.
When Zhao Yunlong heard the word "little brat", he immediately became angry! Because of his young age, people have always suspected that he relied on his father to reach the position of commander.
However, it was clearly earned through military merit!
"Just leave! Who is afraid of whom?"
A vigorous young man, at an age when he was not afraid of anything, picked up a steel gun and left the felt bag.
"Sick ghost, if Master Hao loses someone, I will shoot you!"
Ximen Hao threatened in Ji Wubing's ear, then stood up and walked out.
Ji Wubing smiled and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you must win this battle~"
The old ghost took a secret look at Ji Wubing, the young master of the Tianji Sect, who kept him on guard.
…
"Dong dong dong..."
"Huhaha! Huhaha! Huhaha..."
This small tribe of no more than a few dozen families of herdsmen was quite lively tonight.
A bonfire was set up in the open space, and some young men and women beat their waist drums, jumped around the bonfire, and shouted.
In the circle, Ximen Hao and Zhao Yunlong stood opposite each other, with fighting intent bursting out of their eyes at the same time.
The folk customs here are fierce and aggressive. Especially today, we can see the unparalleled cavalry taking action, which makes this small tribe completely lively. The leader, who is in his seventies and eighty years old, almost fainted with excitement.
"bring it on."
Ximen Hao shrugged his shoulders and took off his fur cloak, revealing his thick arms and well-proportioned and explosive muscles.
Zhao Yunlong hesitated for a moment and saluted:
"Your Highness, you are in the middle stage of Qi Condensation, and you will be in the early stage of God Forging. In this case, I will send a team leader who is in the late stage of Qi Condensation to compete with you."
In fact, he didn't want to win without force, or Ximen Hao was not worth his effort at all.
"Oh? Okay, Master Hao will warm up first. If he loses, you can play again."
Ximen Hao shook his arm, flicked his wrist, and a ghost-headed knife appeared in his hand.
"Space treasure!"
"Yes! What was conjured out of thin air must be a space treasure!"
"Who is that person? How come there are space treasures?"
"It seems that he has a good background. Have you ever seen that the commanders of the cavalry are very respectful to him?"
"..."
These herdsmen who had never seen the world started talking one by one, and even some of the cavalry whispered to each other. Space treasures are too precious.
Zhao Yunlong glanced at the ring in Ximen Hao's hand with envy, then turned around and shouted:
"Captain 1! Come up!"
"yes!"
With a burst of armor clashing, a burly man walked into the field.
In the big man's hand, he held a Yanyue Sword, which was more than two meters long. It was a standard weapon at the level of an unparalleled cavalry captain.
Of course, don't question its quality, because the annual military expenditure of the Unparalleled Iron Cavalry is several times that of the same establishment!
"The last general is Xiong Da! Please give me your advice, Your Highness!"
The big man cupped his fists and saluted.
"Big Xiong? Is there a second Xiong?" Ximen Hao joked.
"Your Highness, I am here, what do you want me to do?"
In the armored army, a big man who looked similar to Xiong Da took a step forward and asked, even with an accent.
"I'll pour it!"
Ximen Hao is really pissed off. Is there really such a thing as Xiong Er?
"Your Highness, this is the second captain, Xiong Er, who is also my younger brother, dear!" Xiong Da explained.
Ximen Hao looked at the two of them. They both looked naive, but Xiong Da looked a little shrewder. Both of them were taller than him, and both were in the late stage of Qi Condensation!
"Since he is your biological brother, I will lend you the weapon. This thing is too light."
"when!"
Ximen Hao directly threw the Ghost Head Saber on the ground, then looked at Xiong Er and said: "Xiong Er, let me borrow your weapon."
"Your Highness, my sword weighs two hundred kilograms, can you handle it?"
This idiot openly despises the eldest prince, so he probably has a slow brain.
"Xiong Er, eh!"
Zhao Yunlong winked at Xiong Er, his meaning was obvious.
Xiong Er was stunned for a moment, then smiled naively and said: "Your Highness, catch it!"
"Woo!" The 200-pound Yanyue Sword was thrown out and headed straight for Ximen Hao.
"Oh! This is going to kill someone!"
"It's so heavy, can that person do it?"
Following waves of exclamations, the Yanyue Knife smashed down with the sound of wind.
Ximen Hao narrowed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, caught it with one hand, then turned around and relieved most of his strength.
"Qiang!"
"Bang!"
The half-foot-wide blade cut into the hard snow, and was illuminated by the bonfire, flashing a cold light.
"hiss……"
In an instant, both the unparalleled cavalry and the herdsmen took a breath of cold air at the same time! Not to mention the 200-pound Yanyue Sword, the impact just now was not small!
"Hoho! Your Highness is so powerful that you can fight with me!"
Xiong Da instantly became interested in fighting, and the Yanyue knife in his hand landed on the ground and was inserted into the ground.
Ximen Hao loves these people to death! Yes, he loves them to death!
Just two squad captains, wearing heavy armor and carrying a 200-pound sword, this unparalleled cavalry is really incredible!
At this time, the herdsmen beating the drums had retreated far away, and the invisible evil spirit made them feel scared. The battle circle kept expanding, for fear of hurting themselves.
"Master! Come on!" Bilian shouted with a red face.
Ximen Hao turned his head and smiled, and suddenly he tightened his grip on the Yanyue Sword, and the Yuan Power and Heavenly Thunder Slash in his body were running at the same time.
"Bah!" A burst of golden thunder and lightning lit up on the Yanyue Sword.
Xiong Da also pulled out the Yanyue Sword, and a layer of earthy yellow light appeared on the blade.
"Your Highness, I've offended you! Kill me!"
"Woo!" The two-meter-long Yanyue Sword suddenly struck down.
"Qiang!" Ximen Hao also pulled out the Yanyue Sword and couldn't help but shook his head: "It's a bit light."
"Woo!" The sword slashed down with a golden thunder in the night sky, making him feel palpitations in his heart.
"Dang!" The two swords collided, and neither of them flinched. It seemed that they were both powerful. But...
"Holy shit! So numb!"
Xiong Da felt as if his weapons and armor were struck by lightning, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"Xiong Da, your strength is pretty good! Come again!"
Ximen Hao's fighting spirit soared, the God-Emperor's domineering energy circulated rapidly in his body, and the Yanyue Sword in his hand danced like a tiger, with bursts of thunder.
Xiong Da fought and retreated, shivering uncontrollably. The numbness was so damned.
"kill!"
Ximen Hao suddenly jumped up and struck Xiong Da on the head with his knife.