As Xiang An continued to move forward, he met a person.
"Are you also a follower from the Central Plains?" Xiang An stroked his beard and asked the red-haired follower with a formidable aura.
The servant was wearing a white mandarin jacket, his red hair was braided on the back of his head, his eyes were menacing and ferocious, he was carrying a Liuhe gun, and he was looking at Xiang An casually.
"Looking at your attire, which dynasty general should you be?" The servant had a wild smile on his face and looked at Xiang An with his head held high, as if he was examining him.
In front of Xiang An, although he is short, he is not inferior at all in terms of momentum.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that Xiang An did not reveal his momentum. He has always been a person who is used to hiding things.
"I'm not a general." Xiang An just smiled lightly and didn't say much.
Although there are no Celtic soldiers accompanying this servant, Xiang An cannot tell whether he is an enemy or a friend, so the two sides are still in a stalemate so far.
"Are you from the Celtic side?" the Central Plains servant asked while looking at Xiang An.
"Of course it's not you, but you. Why are you wandering alone in this North American continent?" Xiang An asked, and gave the Chinese servant a question.
"No, then you are not the target of my hunting." The Central Plains Servant sighed rather unhappily, "Looking at your posture and weapons, I can tell that you are definitely a master in martial arts. It makes me extremely tickled.
I really want to fight you to the death here."
"It's a pity..." He changed the topic and his eyes lit up.
He could feel that although Xiang An's movements did not change at all, his momentum was overwhelming like an overwhelming force.
"Tsk." He interrupted himself, the expression on his face became uncomfortable, and he scratched his neck with an awkward expression, "I tell you, don't let me have the desire to fight at this time."
"I still have... Tsk, forget it, never mind!" He gritted his teeth and rushed up quickly, dragging the tail of the Liuhe gun and slamming it towards Xiang An's
He slammed the door in his face and said, "Look at the gun!"
Ping——
Gold and iron clashed, sparks bursting out. The King of Hell and the Liuhe Spear touched each other, spun half a circle, and then came back, heading straight towards each other.
Ding--!
The beryllium head of King of Hell and the tip of Liuhe's spear were pressed against each other. Xiang An's strength was obviously stronger, and the opponent who was hit couldn't help but take a step back.
Tuanchi watched quietly from the side, occasionally lowering his head to take a bite of grass.
"That's a lot of strength. I'm already at the top of the martial arts world, but you are much stronger than me. Are you the first person to go to court?"
As he said this, the movement of the man's hand was not slow at all. He was weak, so he swung the tail of the gun violently, and the tip of the gun was like a swimming dragon, clinging to Xiang An's big beryllium and heading towards it.
He swam forward.
Xiang An grinned, saw the opportunity, pressed down the big beryllium, and responded: "It's not the people from the previous dynasty, but the people from the previous dynasty."
Seeing that the situation was not good, the man drew his gun and retreated. The barrel of the gun and his arms were aligned in a straight line. He turned over, and the gun rested and spun around in the air. Then he reached back from below and stabbed Xiang An three times.
passed.
"A long time ago? That was really a long time ago!"
Xiang An's downward movement did not stop, but he pressed harder, and his whole body was pressed down, as if he was going to directly hit the muzzle of the servant's gun.
But how could things be so simple?
The King of Hell is disconnected.
Xiang An jumped up and spun with his whole body pressed against the spear that was reaching towards him.
A large number of the front section had been pressed into the ground by Xiang An, while the other section——
Bang——!
The beryllium tail was used by Xiang An to spin and hit the servant's head heavily. Fortunately, the man avoided it in time, otherwise, judging from the force that made a hole in the ground, this might not be the case.
To return directly to the Throne of Heroes.
"Your weapon is so sinister, it's a bit interesting." The tail of the gun touched his body and was raised upwards. The sharp edge reflected the sunlight. There was a smile of excitement and fear on the face of the Central Plains servant wearing a mandarin jacket.
"This is the first time I heard about Gu's big beryllium being sinister and fresh." Xiang An didn't care about the so-called "sinister" comment. He glanced at his big beryllium and shrugged helplessly, "This big beryllium is sinister."
The beryllium cavalry is very good at fighting, but when it comes to this land, it suffers from the disadvantage of length."
It makes sense to say that one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, but that only holds true when the levels are similar, or at least the gap is not that big.
If the gap between the two sides is larger, this will not be very effective. When both sides are masters, weapons that are too long will become a burden due to lack of flexibility.
This is the situation Xiang An is in now.
Big Beryllium, which was always invincible in cavalry battles, would suffer in such a close encounter.
"Now I probably understand why this thing will be eliminated in later generations." Xiang An held two pieces of large beryllium in his hands and sighed softly.
Normally, the big beryllium would not be cut into pieces like the King of Hell's big beryllium in his hand. Such a huge and inconvenient weapon is destined to be eliminated. But I heard that people in Europe like to use it very much. Even hundreds of years ago.
It looks like it's still being used.
"Do you still want to fight? We shouldn't be enemies. I can see that you are just a bit technical." Xiang An reassembled the two large beryllium pieces, placed them beside him, and looked at the servant, "If there is nothing important, Gu is.
I am willing to spar with you, but now Gu’s master has a mission for Gu, so I’m sorry that I can’t spend time with you here.”
The fight between the two actually lasted less than half a minute. They separated within three or five rounds, with Xiang An winning a small margin.
"You must have lived in a very long dynasty. What is your real name? Can you tell me? My real name is Li Shuwen, just a warrior." Li Shuwen had a cheerful smile on his face, "You are a good opponent."
Xiang An hesitated for a moment, looked at the servant named "Li Shuwen" up and down, and then smiled and shook his head.
"Looking at your appearance, you appear to be a pure person, and your magical state doesn't look like you have a master."
"Of course I can give you my real name."
"I am the king of Northern Chu, Xiang An."
Li Shuwen was stunned for a moment, and then burst into hearty laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"
"Becoming a servant is really wonderful."
"To be able to fight against an ancient man like the King of Northern Chu who lived thousands of years ago is so bizarre and exciting!"
When he laughed, the Liuhe gun didn't move at all.
"The warrior, this is for you." Xiang An said and threw a shining object over.