Chapter 59: The Divine Soldier in Brocade Clothing

"Brother, you're good at it. //Baidu search: read novels //"

The young man moved back half a step to put on a defensive posture. He didn't hold any weapons in his hands, but a sharp ray of light flashed out of his sleeves, a trace of sharpness flashed through Zhao Heng's eyes, and a sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Qingbang? Iron Arhat? I thought you had a good head, but I didn't expect you to play with titanium thorns!"

The titanium spike is seven inches long, similar to the triangular spike. It is a powerful tool for bloodletting and killing people, but the size is much higher than that of the spikes, and the users are more hidden in their sleeves. They often surprise when they fight out. The Hua** side has armed front-line scouts and drank the blood of many soldiers from enemy countries.

Zhao Heng didn't expect that the titanium sprig master who came to kill him tonight was actually a titanium sprig master!

"I have insight! I actually recognize titanium thorns!"

The man in gorgeous clothes showed a cold smile, and the sharp light slowly disappeared from his sleeves, but Zhao Heng knew that when it appeared, it would be a thunder blow, and then he heard the young man say: "But you have one wrong thing, I am not an Iron Arhat, Iron Arhat's old injury cannot come back."

"Qingbang, Jinyi, Zhou Qixuan!"

The man in the Huayi introduced himself slowly, and his every move revealed a dangerous aura that made people tremble with heartache, but Zhao Heng did not have much emotional ups and downs or any fear. He shot the machete in his hand and smiled: "No matter who comes, it's good, it's just to let me sacrifice my sword. Less nonsense, fight!"

The man in gorgeous clothes tightened his eyes and his fighting spirit was once again filled with his life!

He also waved his hand to let the two injured men retreat. Zhao Heng held the machete and took a step forward. The two of them collided, locked and interspersed. At this moment, they saw the courage of fearless life and death in each other's eyes, the cold like a glacier from the Arctic, and the bloody and coldness condensed by countless souls.

Appreciation, provocation, flashed in the eyes of both of them!

Zhou Qixuan drew a circle with his right hand. When Zhao Heng's eyes were so phosphorescence, he roared in a low voice, and then accelerated his steps to pounce on Zhao Heng. He looked very strange when he ran, and his figure was obviously lowered. He seemed to be using all his limbs but it was as fast as the wind, like a giant wolf galloping in the wild.

The titanium thorns that were flashing with cold light were his fierce fangs.

Zhao Heng recognized that this was the attack tactic commonly used by Hua**’s side. He didn’t expect that this guy would use so perfectly. He couldn’t help but think of the evil wolf that rushed towards him with a breath of death when he was in the deep mountains and forests. He couldn’t help but sigh, and then rushed towards the other side with another machete.

As the two approached, dust flew on the ground, and they were like two bisons running at high speed colliding head-on. Although they admitted that the other party was powerful, they had absolute confidence in their own strength. Therefore, the two strong men fought together in the most primitive, bloodiest and most rude way.

"when!"

"when!"

"Dangdangdang!"

The fighting between the two made the alley sound. Two men in black seemed to have entered an ancient weapon shop. The sound of gold and iron clashes echoed in the alley. The pale sharp lights and lightning sword lights intersected, forming two completely different whirlwinds, and the dazzling sparks bursting constantly at the intersection of the sword lights.

"kill!"

Zhou Qixuan kept roaring, and every roar added a sense of fighting. At the same time, his right arm flew up and down like a windmill so that it was hard to see the shape. He was a new general of the Qing Gang and the most valued sword of the Iron Arhat. He had his own dignity and his own gorgeousness, and he could never lose.

Zhao Heng also had a hot face. The frequency of the machete in his hand was even better than Zhou Qixuan. He blocked all the killer moves back, but there was still a hint of praise on his face. He thought that the Qing Gang was full of the same kind as Feihu and One-Eyed Biao, but he didn't expect that there would be such a master, so he underestimated it.

If Huahai Bar sent Zhou Qixuan to fight, the result of breaking hands would be full of variables.

"Dangdangdang!"

The two men in black who were watching the game were almost stopped breathing, and their hearts were as if they were pinched by one hand. They stared at everything in the field in a flash. They were so nervous! So exciting! It was even more satisfying than Sha Polang in movies and TV shows. This focus even made them forget their mission and forget to stab Zhao Heng.

The movements of both sides are getting faster and faster, so fast that they are hard to tell.

I don't know who was injured, the bloody red blood beads began to splatter everywhere, and the faces of both of them became a little distorted, looking fierce and fierce. At this time, Zhou Qixuan found with a serious expression that he gradually could not keep up with Zhao Heng's speed of swinging the sword, not because his reaction and strength were worse than Zhao Heng,

But Zhao Heng was completely tireless!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the weapons of both sides collided violently. Zhao Heng retreated backwards, with four or five blood-flowing thorn marks on his body. Zhou Qixuan was also in a very embarrassing manner and rolled out more than ten steps away. His chest was unbearable, and his face turned red: This guy's skills were really terrifying.

"Come again!"

Zhao Heng held the machete in both hands and rushed towards the other party!

"Bang!"

When Zhao Heng slashed the titanium spike with 80% force, Zhou Qixuan's whole body shook and his arms softened. He no longer had the strength to fight against the second sword that Zhao Heng followed. The two men in black rushed forward to death but still did not have enough speed. His eyes were bitter and desperate, waiting for the pain of Zhao Heng to split himself in half to come.

Damn! This is a pervert!

Zhou Qixuan shouted in his heart, no wonder this guy was able to seriously injure Feihu and One-eyed Biao, no wonder he could cut off the palms of a hundred brothers, no wonder the always steady iron bastard pretended to be sick and did not go to fight. It turned out that this guy was so terrifying. Zhou Qixuan regretted that he was careless and underestimated the enemy at this moment.

At least, you should wear the invulnerable spell and come back.

At this time, Zhao Heng's long sword had cut off a strand of his hair, and his hair flew with the sword's energy and danced like weeds endlessly. When the machete was about to slash Zhou Qixuan's neck, Zhao Heng suddenly stopped all movements, and a thread of blood slowly flowed down Zhou Qixuan's neck, but it did not cause fatal damage.

"I'll not kill you tonight when I see you are still a man."

Zhao Heng's entire arm was sore and numb after power on, but the hand holding the long sword was still as stable as Mount Tai. Zhou Qixuan's face flickered under the shaking sword light. He looked at Zhao Heng in surprise. He didn't expect that the latter, who had the upper hand, would let him go. What exactly did this guy play with?

Zhou Qixuan is a warrior who is crazy about martial arts than power. He is born with a passion and respect for the strong, so he respects the invincible Zhao Heng. However, their positions are destined to be intertwined with swords and weapons. Therefore, he is quite puzzled when he sees Zhao Heng withdrawing his sword. Where is the cruelty of a hundred people with broken hands?

"Go back and tell Zhang Xiaolin."

Zhao Heng smiled faintly: "See you the day after tomorrow!"

Zhou Qixuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't you kill me?"

Zhao Heng turned his head and looked at the other party, a smile flashed across his face: "You can use titanium spikes so well. I believe that you are a person who has lived in the army. With your skills, you must have drunk a lot of blood from enemy soldiers. For a person who contributes his youth and passion to China, what if I, Zhao Heng, let him have a way out?"

Zhou Qixuan's body shook, and a bright light flashed through his eyes. He was not happy because Zhao Heng let him go, but because the latter touched a string deep in his heart. The long-silent blood boiled inexplicably. He looked up at the sky and roared with great strength. He had a great reputation and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.

The former border war, Xiong's former magic weapon in the brocade, seemed to have been accidentally awakened by Zhao Heng!

Zhou Qixuan looked at Zhao Heng and was speechless for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking.

"when!"

In the stunned gaze of the two men in black, Zhao Heng threw the blood-stained machete to the ground and patted his body and walked out of the alley. At this moment, the lights on both sides of the alley shone Zhao Heng's upright figure as bright as a god. Zhou Qixuan blew the blood on his neck and then shouted coldly at Zhao Heng:

"I will give you the love of not killing you sooner or later. After repaying it, I will still kill you."

Zhao Heng didn't even look back, and stretched out his right hand and slashed: "I'm waiting for you!"

When Zhou Qixuan saw his heroic gesture, his body was shocked instantly.

He took a step forward and looked at Zhao Heng's back and murmured to himself:

This back is so similar to him!

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