Chapter 59 Brocade Divine Soldier

"Brother, you're pretty good."

The young man took a defensive posture half a step back, his hands did not hold any weapons, but his sleeves poked out a sharp edge, flashing with bloodthirsty light, Zhao Heng's eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of ridicule: "Qing Gang? Iron Arhat? I thought you had a great head, but I didn't expect to play with titanium thorns! ”

Titanium thorns, seven inches long, similar to the three-edged military thorns, are all sharp weapons for bloodletting and killing, but the volume is relatively much higher than the military thorns, and the user is more hidden in the sleeve, and it is often taken by surprise when killing.

Zhao Heng didn't expect that it would be a titanium stab master who came to kill him tonight!

"Insightful! I even recognize the titanium thorn! ”

The man in a gorgeous robe showed a grim smile, and the sharp light slowly disappeared from his sleeve, but Zhao Heng knew that when it came out, it would be a thunderous blow, and then he heard the young man speak: "But you are wrong about one thing, I am not an iron arhat, and the iron arhat's old injury will not recur." ”

"Qing Gang, Jinyi, Zhou Qixuan!"

The man in Huayi introduced himself unhurriedly, and his every move revealed a certain dangerous aura that made people's hearts palpitate, but Zhao Heng didn't have much emotion, and he didn't have the slightest fear, he flicked the machete in his hand and smiled: "No matter who comes, it's just for me to sacrifice the knife, less nonsense, fight!" ”

The eyes of the man in gorgeous clothes tightened, and the fighting spirit was pervasive again!

He also waved his hand to make the two injured subordinates step back, Zhao Heng took a step forward with the machete, the two eyes collided, locked, and intersected, and at this moment they both saw the courage of fearless life and death from each other's eyes, the cold from the Arctic glacier, and the bloody coldness condensed by the cry of countless souls.

Appreciation, provocation, flashing in the eyes of the two!

Zhou Qixuan's right hand drew a circle, when Zhao Heng's eyes were phosphorescent, he let out a low roar, and then sped up his steps and rushed towards Zhao Heng, his appearance when he ran was very strange, his body was obviously lowered, it seemed that all four limbs were used but fast as the wind, like a giant wolf galloping in the wilderness.

The thorns that shimmered with cold light were his fierce fangs.

Zhao Heng recognized that this was a commonly used attack and killing tactic of Hua **, he didn't expect this guy to use it so well, he couldn't help but think of the evil wolf that pounced on him with the breath of death in the deep mountains and old forests, he couldn't help but feel a trace of emotion, and then rushed towards the other party with a machete.

As the two approached, the ground was dusty, and they were like two bison running at high speed and colliding head-on, although they recognized each other's strength but had absolute confidence in their own strength, so the two strong men fought together in the most primitive, bloody, and brutal way.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dangdang!"

The fight between the two made the alley resound, the two men in black seemed to have entered the ancient weapons shop, the sound of gold and iron echoed endlessly in the alley, the pale sharp light and the lightning sword light crisscrossed and crisscrossed, forming two completely different whirlwinds, and the swords and lights were dazzling sparks that kept bursting.

"Kill!"

Zhou Qixuan kept roaring, each roar added a fighting spirit, at the same time, his right arm flew up and down like a windmill so fast that people couldn't see the shape clearly, he was a cutting-edge general of the Qing Gang, and he was the most important sword of the Iron Arhat, with his own dignity and gorgeousness, and he must not lose.

Zhao Heng also had a blazing face, and the frequency of waving the machete in his hand was as high as Zhou Qixuan's, blocking all the killing moves, but his face still flashed with praise, he thought that the Qing Gang was full of rice buckets like Flying Tiger and One-Eyed Biao, but he didn't expect that there would be such a master, and he underestimated it.

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

"Dangdang!"

The two black-clothed men watching the battle were about to stop breathing, their hearts were pinched by a hand, and they stared intently at Yiqiē in the field, they were so nervous! It's so exciting! It's even more enjoyable than killing wolves in movies and television, and this focus even makes them forget their mission and stab Zhao Heng.

The movements of the two sides are getting faster and faster, so fast that it is difficult to distinguish between the figures.

I don't know who was injured, the crimson blood beads began to splash around, and the faces of the two people became a little distorted, looking fierce and fierce, at this time, Zhou Qixuan found with a solemn expression that he gradually couldn't keep up with the speed of Zhao Heng's knife, not because his reaction and strength were worse than Zhao Heng.

It's that Zhao Heng is completely tireless!

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the weapons of the two sides collided violently, Zhao Heng withdrew backwards again and again, there were four or five bloody stabs on his body, and Zhou Qixuan also rolled out more than ten steps away, his chest was unbearable, and his face turned red: This son's skills are really terrifying.

"Come again!"

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

"Bang!"

When Zhao Heng slashed at the titanium thorn with eighty percent of his strength, Zhou Qixuan's whole body shook and his arm was weak, he no longer had the strength to resist the second knife that Zhao Heng followed, the two men in black stepped forward desperately but still not fast enough, his eyes were bitter and desperate, waiting for Zhao Heng to split himself in half The painful feeling came.

Damn it! This is a pervert!

Zhou Qixuan shouted in his heart, no wonder this guy was able to seriously injure the Flying Tiger and One-Eyed Biao, no wonder he was able to cut off the palms of a hundred brothers, no wonder the always steady Iron Arhat King Bastard pretended to be sick and did not fight, it turned out that this son was really terrifying, Zhou Qixuan regretted his carelessness at the moment.

At the very least, you should put on an invulnerable brocade and come back.

At this time, Zhao Heng's long knife had already shaved off a strand of his hair, and his hair danced like a weed with the knife qi flying, just when the machete was about to slash at Zhou Qixuan's neck, Zhao Heng suddenly stopped a qiē action, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down Zhou Qixuan's neck, but it did not cause fatal damage.

"Seeing that you are still a man, I will not kill you tonight."

Zhao Heng's entire arm was sour and numb after being energized at the moment, but the hand holding the long knife was still as steady as Mount Tai, Zhou Qixuan's face flickered under the shaking knife light, he looked at Zhao Heng with some surprise, he couldn't imagine that the latter, who had the upper hand, would let himself live, what is this playing?

Zhou Qixuan is a martial artist who is more obsessed with martial arts than power, and he is born with a kind of fiery and reverence for the strong, so he also has great respect for the invincible Zhao Heng, but they are destined to fight each other with swords and soldiers on each other's positions, so he was quite puzzled to see Zhao Heng take back his sword, where is the ruthlessness of the hundreds of people who have broken off their hands?

"Go back and sue Zhang Xiaolin."

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

Zhou Qixuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "You won't kill me?" ”

Zhao Heng looked sideways at the other party, and a smile flashed across his face: "You can use the titanium thorn so perfectly, you must also be a person who has been in the army, with your skills, you must have drunk a lot of enemy blood, a person who has contributed his youth and blood to the country, how about I, Zhao Heng, let him live?" ”

Zhou Qixuan's body was shocked, and a touch of brilliance crossed his eyes, he was not happy because Zhao Heng let him go, but was touched by the latter to a string in the depths of his soul, and the blood that had been silent for a long time boiled inexplicably, raising his eyes, looking up to the sky and roaring, fierce and fierce, thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons.

The former border warrior and the former brocade-clothed divine soldier seemed to have been inadvertently awakened by Zhao Heng!

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

"Dang!"

In the stunned eyes of the two black-clothed men, Zhao Heng threw the blood-stained machete on the ground, patted his body and walked outside the alley, and at this moment, the lights on both sides of the alley illuminated Zhao Heng's upright figure as brilliant as a god, Zhou Qixuan wiped the blood on his neck, and then drank coldly at Zhao Heng:

"If you don't kill, I will return it to you sooner or later, and after paying it back, I will still kill you."

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

Zhou Qixuan saw his heroic gesture, and his body shook instantly.

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

This back 、、、、、 too similar to him!

PS: The update is here, and the brothers who have tickets are smashed up!