Perhaps in order to cooperate with this unique duel, God was very empathetic, summoning thick clouds to block the fierce sunlight, and even the last trace of wind did not know where it was locked, and the air seemed to condense, creating a tense atmosphere.

Metz chose a spear as a weapon, and compared with Li Huaitang's Tang knife, it was obvious that he had taken a big advantage. Metz didn't care about the disdain of the crowd, he didn't believe that this bet was fair, and the so-called duel was just a means for the other party to try to solve him in a superficial way. With the heart of an ungentleman, Metz is determined to make the villain to the end, preferring to have a spear that is rarely used in ordinary times, and he wants to use victory to sweep Li Huaitang's face.

A low horn announced the beginning of the duel.

Metz charged unceremoniously, his mount still his original sweaty warhorse, and he was very fast. Li Huaitang on the opposite side was also very crisp, almost attacking at the same time as Metz.

The two horses were approaching at a galloping speed, and the hearts of the audience were lifted, it turned out that sweaty horses could be so fast.

Metz, who was armed with a spear, was the first to attack, and before the two horses staggered, he stabbed the tip of the spear straight at Li Huaitang, and galloped towards each other quickly, leaving little time for the other party to react. Matz's face looked quite hideous, and he was very confident that he would pick off the arrogant Li Huaitang with a single look.

Ye Ji and An Luo'er, who were watching the battle on the side, covered their eyes, their palms were sweaty with nervousness, their hearts were beating, and the audience suddenly fell silent......

The moment the tip of the spear was about to touch Li Huaitang, Metz thought he had succeeded, but there was no strong rebound force at the spearhead.

Supposedly, cavalrymen charged with spears, and once they stabbed the enemy, the owner of the spear would generally be injured by the corresponding rebound force due to the effect of the lever, unless he had to let go in time, or if he used a very elastic lance.

Metz didn't feel good, and the spear in his hand seemed to be piercing into the air, with no point.

Li Huaitang turned slightly sideways in disbelief, let go of the tip of the spear that stabbed in the face, the Tang knife in his hand knocked lightly on Metz's spear, and slashed along the handle of the spear.

"Good! The Admiral is mighty! ”

Crazy cheers rang out all around, earth-shattering.

Hearing the sound, Ye Ji let go of the hands covering her eyes, opened her eyes, and couldn't help but be overjoyed. An Luoer breathed a sigh of relief.

Metz fell off his horse in an instant, flipped several heels in embarrassment, and a tingling sensation came from his body. Looking at Li Huaitang, who had turned around and stood still, Matz's heart was very unpleasant, he once boasted of his martial arts, but in this opponent who was younger than him, he was actually worthless. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough just now and removed the spear in his hand in time, the fingers of both hands would have been cut off by the other party. Moreover, the other party was obviously merciful and only turned his back to him with a knife.

"You're defeated." Li Huaitang said coldly.

Metz was not reconciled, he thought it was a matter of luck.

"I don't count this time, it's because I'm greedy, and I just want to seize the opportunity and choose a spear that I'm not good at. Again, I'm going to beat you with my scimitar. ”

Li Huaitang's face changed slightly, stared at Maz for a while, and nodded as a tacit acquiescence.

"Do you want to compare?"

Ye Ji watched Metz re-choose the war knife and step on the war horse, and was very dissatisfied.

"Sister, you can rest assured to appreciate it, this person is definitely not the general's opponent, and if you compare it ten thousand times, the result will be the same, just bring humiliation on yourself."

The six monkeys are very relaxed, in his mind, Li Huaitang is the god of war, and he has infinite confidence in Li Huaitang. He wasn't worried about this duel at all, his mind was more on An Luo'er beside Ye Ji, taking the opportunity to talk to Ye Ji while glancing at An Luo'er from time to time.

Hearing the words of the six monkeys, Ye Ji didn't feel anything, but An Luo'er beside her glared at the six monkeys dissatisfied. The six monkeys immediately blushed, not daring to meet An Luo'er's gaze.

In another duel, Metz was quite cautious. The sword in his hand was no longer easy to cut out, and in the first round of the battle, Li Huaitang's astonishing reaction speed made him sigh to himself, and he doubted that he could hit it with one blow. Once you miss the target, you can only repeat the mistakes of the past and lose again.

Li Huaitang couldn't help but laugh at Metz, the opponent no longer had the sharpness just now, and he didn't even dare to take the initiative to attack, and when he was just wrong, he just resisted the trajectory of his sword.

In the short knife contest, the first leg was a draw. But Metz felt very depressed, the opponent was not only fast, but also terrifying, just touching the knife, a powerful force almost made his scimitar out of his hand, and his arm still felt numb until now. If this continues, he will no longer be able to hold the knife in his hand in less than three rounds.

Despised his inexplicable fear of himself, Metz took a deep breath and bit his teeth hard into his lips, he needed thick gore to arouse his fighting spirit. Tactics have to be changed, can he why can't I? If you can go, so can I! That's right, put it to death and come back to life, and fight with him!

Metz gritted his teeth, determined.

The two sweaty and bloody horses rushed to each other again.

Li Huaitang was very strange, and in a blink of an eye, the opponent regained his self-confidence, and seemed to be in a state of madness.

Both sides were well-timed and slashed at their opponents at the same time. Metz ignored the Tang knife that Li Huaitang slashed diagonally, and with the mentality of dying together, the scimitar in his hand made a move to sweep Li Huaitang's abdomen. Under normal circumstances, this kind of desperate style of play is not pleasing to both sides.

Both sides hit each other at the same time. Once again, Metz fell from his horse, rolling on the ground with a bloody face, and the scimitar in his hand had the power to cut and block, but it was different from the murderous feeling of any other time.

Li Huaitang looked angrily at Metz, who was still lying on the ground. This shameless guy actually had the idea of fighting the same fate, but he was still merciful again, and when he slashed his neck, he shook the war knife and slapped him in the face with the knife. But he wanted his own life, and the scimitar cut firmly on the cotton armor in his abdomen, and several cotton sheets were cut and exposed, and a layer of iron inside was faintly visible.

"You're defeated again." Li Huaitang's tone was not only cold, but also mixed with a hint of murderous aura.

"It's not fair, you're wearing armor, otherwise I won't lose."

Metz wiped a handful of blood pouring out of his nose and stubbornly protested.

Li Huaitang laughed angrily and said.

"If I don't shake the blade, do you think you'll be able to get my armor? Even if you deny it, do you think your neck can stop my sword? No amount of armor is anything to you. ”

"You ......"

Metz was at a loss for words, but his pride made him unable to accept such a dismal result. "Anyway, it doesn't count, you take off your armor, let's do it again!"

"But you can't do it again, you can't do it again. I've given you enough face, but you've got to make inches. Since you want to die, I will fulfill you. ”

Li Huaitang showed a killing aura. The person in front of him is too stubborn, since he can't keep it, he doesn't have to force it, and it will definitely be a disaster to keep it.

"Do you do it yourself, or wait for me to come?"

Li Huaitang jumped off the horse, and the Tang knife hung low, pointing straight to the ground.

Metz, who was overstimulated by the blood, laughed, and then rushed towards Li Huaitang like crazy. Li Huaitang dodged sideways, dodging Maze's wolf pounce, and at the same time stretched out his left foot to hook Metz's ankle. Metz lunged forward, his mouth gnawing on the ground.

Li Huaitang walked over coldly, raised his Tang knife, and wanted to slash at his head......

"Don't!" A shrill scream peculiar to a little lady sounded.

This book was first published.

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