Zhou Ke also fell to the ground and rolled several times in embarrassment, with the veins on his forehead exposed, and roared: "Emperor's son, you are despicable!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Jian shouted, full of dominance. From this moment on, his momentum began to rise steadily. He abandoned his horse and jumped down!

boom!

He slashed away Zhou Ke with all his strength, and both of them lost their horses and began to fight at close quarters.

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhou Ke roared, his face flushed. Although he lost his horse, he was still brave. He was in his forties and his physical strength was at its peak.

Click, click, click... Sparks flew everywhere, and the close combat became more fierce.

But this time, Zhou Jian was no longer suppressed, but used all his firepower. Relying on his sharp reactions and various fighting skills from his previous life, he fought back and forth with the Northern King Zhou Ke.

Zhou Ke struck out with a knife, but Zhou Jian blocked it, and then made another low sweep with his backhand, towards his calf.

Zhou Ke used his strength to press the knife, but Zhou Jian used skill to remove it, and pushed his knee against him, causing him to fall back.

In just half a stick of incense, Zhou Ke was already in trouble and began to be at a disadvantage. This made the 100,000 rebels look dumbfounded and in disbelief!

The emperor actually suppressed the Northern King and beat him. What happened?

Was it just a performance?

Only the dragoon soldiers know what is going on. His Majesty is a master-level existence in melee combat. He taught the entire dragoon. The Israeli fighting technique alone is a dimensionality reduction strike!

Seeing Zhou Jian gaining the upper hand, everyone was red-faced and extremely excited. Some even gritted their teeth and said: "Your Majesty, kill him, kill him!"

But just when everyone thought Zhou Jian would gradually win, suddenly he was defeated again and staggered backwards.

"Death!" Zhou Kero came down from the mountain like a tiger and pounced up again, his eyes full of rage and killing intent. The blade passed by, opening and closing wide, airtight, and he followed a fierce route.

Zhou Jian kept retreating, blocking more and attacking less. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he was able to do it with ease.

The dust and sand were billowing, the heat was rising, and the battle in the center continued like this. The fight between the two became the focus of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Why is Your Majesty in decline again?" Zhang Liao squinted his eyes, a little disbelieving. As he said this, he suddenly woke up!

He turned his head sharply and looked at Wang Yu.

"Your Majesty is stalling for time. Inviting the King of the North to fight is just stalling for time!"

"I said, Your Majesty never does anything you are not sure of!" Wang Yu clenched his fists heavily and glanced at the sun above his head.

Li Kui reacted and urged the guards around him: "Quick, send the scouts out from behind to see why Lu Yao's army hasn't arrived yet?!"

"Yes, yes..." The fascinated scout came back to his senses, nodded quickly, quietly slipped into the army, and disappeared.

And all this did not attract the attention of the 100,000 people on the other side.

Time passed like this minute by minute, and Zhou Jian and Zhou Ke's physical strength began to weaken with the high-intensity fighting, but there was still no difference.

But after an hour of exposure to the afternoon sun, even if it was not the dog days of summer, the 100,000 heavy cavalry in heavy armor were already very tired. Facing the sun, the horses were anxious, the soldiers were sweaty, their mouths were dry, and even

A bit dazzled!

But the one-on-one duel between the two leaders of the three armies continued, and no one could stop shouting, so they could only stand like this.

Finally, Northern King Zhou Ke’s patience was completely gone!

He was actually unable to win over a young boy, which made him, the King of the North, very embarrassed. He even felt that he was being led around.

"Ah!" He looked up to the sky and roared angrily, holding the knife in both hands with great force and force, slashing at him desperately, not giving Zhou Jian a chance to move around, hoping to decide the winner.

For a moment, Zhou Jian's eyes flashed with murderous intent!
Chapter completed!