mad!

So crazy!

So crazy!

When Huang Shang's voice spread throughout Yanmen Pass, Hu Luguang, Hu Luxian and the generals inside the pass were all shocked.

What's the difference between cutting off Kuang Lei Hezhe's sword within ten moves and defeating him?

And who in the world dares to say that he can defeat a great master within ten moves?

They don't know the realm of Broken Void, but in fact Broken Void can't do it.

The Grand Master can no longer defeat the Shattered Void-level warriors because the latter has transcended the world and transformed into another level of life form. However, the gap between the two is not so big that there is nothing the night attack team can do otherwise.

Fight with Xiang Yutian.

The Turks started yelling angrily, shouting, and seemed to be about to charge directly and launch an attack.

This is humiliating!

A shame that must be washed away with blood!

But at this moment, a hand stopped them.

Hezhe looked at Huang Shang holding the Purple Thunder Sword, with a strange look on his face: "Ten moves?"

The next moment, he nodded: "Okay! I will give you this opportunity!"

"National Master!"

"Back off!"

The Turkic warriors behind him were shouting, but as soon as he released his palm, all the noise disappeared.

The Turks, who were usually free and loose, this time were prohibited from doing so and retreated one after another, leaving room for a fight for this god-like figure.

In fact, with He Zhe's identity, he can indeed refuse.

After all, the status and prestige of this Turkic national master has reached the highest level that a warrior in the world can achieve. If anyone can challenge him and put forward some ridiculous conditions, then he does not need to rest. He will just deal with it all day long.

Various challenges, endless.

But don't forget, there have been two unsuccessful duels before.

On those two occasions when Huang Shang scolded him in front of the camp, Mugan Khan deliberately sent out wolf guards to stop him because he was afraid of failure.

There are only three things that can happen. If Huang Shang challenges him head-on this time and He Zhe refuses, then no matter what the reason is, he will retreat.

So at this moment, He Zhe said his word, and this confrontation was inevitable.

When the Turks quickly retreated, the Northern Qi side who closed Yanmen also waited intently.

Although in their hearts, they didn't believe that anyone in the world could cut off Kuang Lei's sword within ten moves, but since Hezhe agreed, deep down in their hearts, anyone would have a glimmer of extravagant hope.

If it can be done...

"You can't make it!"

Just as this thought came to mind, Hezhe seemed to be sensing something and uttered four words.

The old and hoarse voice was filled with confidence that he could see everything. At the same time, the wild hemp robe he was wearing blew away in the wind, revealing a samurai uniform that had been washed many times and was already turning white.

Hezhe's quality of life is actually very inconsistent with his status. He doesn't marry, he doesn't have children, he doesn't have fun, he doesn't sink, and he has nothing but the sword.

Such a warrior is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.

His self-confidence is by no means just the blind confidence brought about by his past invincibility, but he actually sees the cause and effect.

At this time, Hezhe's stubby fingers were grasped on the handle of the knife hanging at an angle at his waist. As the scimitar was unsheathed, a rusty and harsh sound was heard, surprising all the onlookers who were watching carefully.

Because his sword is too worn.

It was so worn that it looked like a machete fished out of some bottom-level blacksmith shop.

Hezhe's most famous weapon is undoubtedly the thunder knife. When he was young, he fought with it all over the country. Later, he defeated Yili three times. He accepted it as his disciple and taught the thunder knife. It also proved that his swordsmanship reached its limit and he no longer needed to rely on the sharpness of external objects.

, to a degree that is unrivaled.

But even so, the scimitar he is equipped with is a sharp blade made by a famous craftsman in the prairie. It is indestructible after being infused with the true energy of the great master.

Because of this, even if they saw the Purple Thunder Sword, the Northern Qi side had no delusions about destroying Hezhe's saber just by relying on the strength of the weapon.

Weapons are weapons after all, and the main thing that is stronger is people!

But now Hezhe actually pulled out a rusty machete. Did you two make an appointment?

It doesn’t make sense!

Makes sense!

"The messenger used some unknown means to damage my scimitar last night. I realized at that time that you need to think more about weapons!"

"Since you want to become famous so much, I will give you this opportunity and go out to find a handful of junk."

"Young man, I want to tell you with facts, the level of martial arts cannot be compensated by painstaking efforts..."

Hezhe opened his mouth, and his slow voice spread in all directions and fell into everyone's ears.

There was silence at first, and then the Turks reacted and burst into cheers.

The Northern Qi side remained silent, but their expressions quickly turned gray.

I have to say that Kuang Lei Hezhe's hand is indeed extremely beautiful.

Not only did he see through the opponent's plan, but he also used it to his advantage.

If he still uses the original weapon, no matter how eloquently he speaks, it will still feel like a pretense.

But now he is indeed using a piece of scrap metal to fight against the enemy. If he can keep this sword intact and kill the enemy, he will become even more invincible!

To say the least, if this sword is destroyed in the confrontation, it will also highlight the despicableness of the Central Plains people and their lack of strength. They only use weapons to plot against the great master, and their reputation will not be affected.

What's more important is that this clever response will definitely leave a strong suppression in the enemy's heart, giving the opponent a feeling of failure, frustration and despair.

"I want to tell you more, what is..."

"Weak! Meat! Strong! Food!"

At this moment, Hezhe clearly saw a look of astonishment on Huang Shang's face. After leaving his last domineering words, his figure suddenly disappeared, spanning a distance of thirty feet, and suddenly appeared in front of Huang Shang.

The first form of Thunder Knife - Thunder moves from the sky!

This is the starting position of the Nine Thunder Sword Styles created by He Zhe. The last four words he said were not intentional, but an illusion caused by being too fast.

Such an extreme explosion is by no means inferior to the magic of the Phantom Demon, not to mention that he slashed out with a single sword, displaying his skills for nearly a hundred years in a mighty manner. The onlookers felt shocked in front of their eyes, with the invincible power of thunder and thunderbolts, and it was difficult to

Imagine how desperate those who bear the brunt would feel facing this knife that tears the air and sweeps across the sky.

"The Grand Master is really awesome!"

Feeling the power of this sword from a distance, the four members of the night attack team who were secretly observing could not help but think of Xiang Yutian who made them spin around, and felt sad in their hearts.

These powerful storytellers who have lived for a hundred or even hundreds of years have become mature with old age. If you underestimate their wisdom, you will suffer a big loss.

But this time, Hezhe also met a weirdo.

They didn't need to comment. When Hezhe took advantage of the situation and decided to kill the Central Plains Grandmaster who was in a broken state of mind within a few moves, he suddenly saw his opponent smiling.

The curve of the corner of his mouth was just like the confidence that he had just taken control of everything.

How ironic!

But this was not a case of being strong on the outside but strong on the inside. Huang Shang's figure flashed and disappeared suddenly.

There was no sight of the purple thunder sword rising, no sight of the sword's roar startling all directions, which was in stark contrast to Hezhe's domineering power, and he simply disappeared.

He Zhetian's thunderbolt spanned 30 feet, with an explosion distance of 100 meters. It was indeed comparable to his Phantom Demon Body Technique, but the Phantom Demon Body Technique used by Huang Shang at this moment was no longer simply about pursuing extreme speed.

His whole body's true energy circulated, internal and external exchanges, and there was actually a hint of the mystery before Xiang Yutian shattered the void, blending into the heaven and earth, omnipresent, and his figure seemed to really straddle illusion and reality, disappearing for a moment.

At this moment, even with He Zhe's great master's ability, he was unable to grasp Huang Shang's position at close range, and the blade cut directly into the air.

No matter how powerful your strike is, if it misses directly, it will be in vain!

"First move!"

And Huang Shang came with a bit of joking voice, not forgetting the tricks.

The Turks' cheers were interrupted by the sound.

Before they could react, Hezhe's second move came.

In the blink of an eye, he had determined that Huang Shang's state of mind was not suppressed at all.

But even so, Hezhe's determination did not waver in the slightest.

It doesn't matter whether I am desperate or killing you, it's the same!

So he released his true energy, and the scimitar that looked like broken copper and iron directly bloomed with purple light. When the light was refracted, thunderclouds seemed to float around the two of them, with purple thunder and lightning inside.

, wandering like a dragon, writhing crazily, intertwining criss-cross, forming a prison.

The second style of Thunder Knife-Purple Thunder Clouds!
To be continued...