After hearing the sound of the system prompt in his head, He Wuxian was stunned for a moment. txt full works download/

"What does it mean to trigger a level 1 hidden mission?"

Before, he thought he knew enough about the Sword Soul Upgrade System, but now he realized that what he knew was only the tip of the iceberg.

For example, today he reached the peak of a ninth-level martial artist, but he failed to advance to a warrior.

Or now, for example, he has inexplicably triggered a hidden mission.

From this point of view, there are many more unknown features of the upgrade system, which he does not know.

Although he was a little confused, he was familiar with the sword soul game, and in just a few breaths, he vaguely guessed the reason.

"I see, it's like in the game, when you level up to a certain stage, you can't get experience points, and you need to complete the job change mission to continue leveling up. ”

"The martial artists of the Xuanhuang World, from martial disciples to warriors, have a bottleneck that is difficult to break through, so they need a treasure like the Qi Condensation Pill to help break through. ”

"And I don't need to break through the bottleneck, I just need to complete the job transfer task, which is this level 1 hidden task, and then I can advance. ”

"Defeat an enemy in the Samurai realm? Then I only need to defeat Zhang Hu, won't I complete the task? However, what is the reward of the mysterious treasure chest? What kind of treasure reward will there be?"

Knowing the reason, He Wuxian was determined in his heart, and couldn't help but have strong expectations for the mysterious treasure chest.

At this moment, Zhang Hu let out a loud roar, interrupting He Wuxi's fantasy.

"Why don't you hate, suffer death!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Hu, who was dressed in fine iron armor, held a hundred refining steel knives, swept a distance of ten zhang like a violent wind, and rushed towards He Wuxian.

"When my generation is bloody on the battlefield, why not be afraid of the horse leather shroud!

Zhang Hu performed the most widely circulated fighting knife technique in the Black Armor Battalion, which won the essence of the knife path, abandoning a flashy move, and completely designed for killing.

The fighting knife technique was unleashed, and suddenly I saw the sword light in the ring, and all the white sword light was filled in the radius of three zhang.

The cold current of iron-blooded slaughter came from the surface, and the cold light of the hundred steel swords, with a bloody and domineering aura, attacked He Wuxian head-on.

"It's good to come!"

He Wuxian also snorted, in the face of such a fierce attack, he was not afraid, holding the blood-drinking knife, his footsteps were as steady as an old pine, and he didn't dodge and met it head-on.

He used a knife drawing move, holding the blood-drinking knife in his right hand, and slashed at the steel knife in Zhang Hu's hand.

As a ninth-level martial artist, in the face of the all-out fight of a second-level warrior, he dared not to dodge, and he also had to fight a hard-fought duel, which was simply looking for death.

Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath, their hearts beat wildly, staring at He Wuxian on the stage with wide eyes, worried about him.

There was a crisp sound of the "bell", and the sound of gold and iron resonating sounded.

The two knives slammed into each other fiercely, erupting into violent shocks and buzzing sounds, and after dozens of sword lights bloomed, they suddenly separated.

The two fought hard, and in the first round, they were evenly matched, and no one was able to take advantage.

"Hmph, come again!" One move failed to defeat He Wuxian, Zhang Hu was a little surprised in his heart, but it also stimulated the battle spirit even more.

Subsequently, Zhang Hu pounced again with a steel knife, and used a set of fighting knife techniques that had been tempered to the fullest, and the murderous aura was pervasive.

He Wuxian is not weaker than him at all, he has also practiced a set of basic knife techniques hundreds of thousands of times, and he will face the attack head-on with the blood-drinking knife.

Although the basic knife technique only has six moves: drawing, sweeping, diagonal slash, vertical slash, thrust and backhand knife, He Wuxian has integrated it and improvised to combine endless mystical moves.

Suddenly, the knives in the ring flashed, the clanging sound was endless, and the two knives were constantly colliding fiercely, both wanting to destroy each other's attacks and defenses with the strongest force.

The fight between the two was fierce and inseparable, and it lasted for dozens of breaths before finally stopping.

As the last buzzing sound sounded, the two knives collided together for the last time, and the two figures suddenly separated, and both withdrew three feet away.

At this point in the battle, both of them were a little out of breath, and their bodies were extremely consumed, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to breathe.

However, when Zhang Hu saw the Hundred Refining Steel Sword in his hand and the fine iron armor on his body, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Because, the Hundred Refining Steel Knife was cut out of countless gaps, and it would break if he used any more force, and his fine iron armor was the same, with traces and fractures everywhere.

These gaps and knife marks were all done by He Wuxian, Zhang Hu's hundred-for-one steel knife was actually cut into scrap iron.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing the standard armor of the black armor battalion and wearing closed helmets to protect their bodies, revealing only their eyes, otherwise Zhang Hu would have been divided by the blood-drinking knife.

Such a result directly shocked Zhang Hu's heart, and he finally realized that this rumored waste did not seem to be so unbearable.

Before, he had always felt that it would be easy to defeat a ninth-level martial artist, but now he realized that He Wuxian was actually a difficult opponent.

He stood calmly on the high platform, took off his helmet, and showed a resolute face.

"Very good!He Dashao, I thought it would be easy to defeat you, a ninth-level martial artist, but I didn't expect you to have such strength, I underestimated you before. ”

"But then you're not so lucky, I'm going to give it my all, you don't have a chance to win. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Hu threw away the steel knife in his hand like scrap iron, took off the fine iron armor on his body, and threw the helmet aside.

Then, I saw a flash of brilliance in his palm, and there was a wrench engraved with an eagle, blooming with dazzling light, covering his whole body.

Then, a burst of brilliance flashed, and Zhang Hu had an extra set of incomparably heroic and handsome armor on his body.

It was an all-black armor, shimmering with a faint cold light, glowing with cold, and an eagle carved on the armor.

The whole armor is smooth and full of force. Moreover, this armor is integral, wrapping Zhang Hu's entire body into it, and the helmet also protects his head very tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Although the armor looked very hard and indestructible, the texture was very soft, and it was very light to wear on Zhang Hu's body, and it would not hinder any of his movements.

His hands were covered with gloves, which were part of the armor that protected every part of his body with precision, not even his fingers.

In his hand, he held a sword with a cold light, and the words "Divine Weapon Pavilion" were engraved on the sword.

Seeing this scene, the countless soldiers in the audience suddenly boiled, and everyone looked at Zhang Hu's armor and sword with burning eyes, revealing envious expressions.

"Wow, that's the Black Eagle Armor! The first-level Xuan Armor rewarded by the champion is simply handsome!"

"You see, the sword in Zhang Hu's hand is a first-class Xuan soldier produced by the Divine Weapon Pavilion, and at first glance it is an extremely powerful weapon. ”

"Wow, Zhang Hu is simply handsome, if I can have such a set of armor and weapons in this life, I will be content. ”

Everyone in the audience let out bursts of exclamations, and countless soldiers were discussing Zhang Hu's weapons and armor, and they were all very envious.

He Wuxian was no exception, he also stared at Zhang Hu fiercely, looking intently at the Black Eagle Armor.

It was also the first time he had seen the real Xuan Bing and Xuan Armor, and he was also deeply attracted by the handsome appearance of the Black Eagle Armor.

There is no doubt that the handsome and powerful Xuan soldiers and Xuan armor that are easy to carry also make He Wuxian very excited.

As a result, he couldn't help but think of his blood-drinking knife, and his heart was a little gloomy.

"Mom, my blood-drinking knife has to be carried on my back all the time, if I can be like Zhang Hu, turn it into a wrench and put it on my hand, and then take it out when I use it, how cool it would be!"

Of course, although Zhang Hu's Xuanbing and Xuanjia are very handsome, He Wuxian will not feel that the blood-drinking knife is inferior to them because of this.

After all, this blood-drinking knife brought him a magical upgrade system, how could it be compared to a mere mysterious weapon?

Even, He Wuxian was still thinking about a question in his heart, was his blood-drinking knife more powerful than Zhang Hu's Xuan soldiers?

At this time, Zhang Hu, who was enjoying the envy and admiration of countless people, raised his sword and pointed at He Wuxian and said, "He Dashao, let the horse come!"

Zhang Hu had already adjusted his breath, restored his body a little, and was equipped with powerful Xuan soldiers and Xuan armor.

Now he is ambitious, vowing to defeat He Wuxian within a few moves, and he will be ashamed.

"Playing cool like a peacock opening the screen, do you think you can win?

When the words fell, He Wuxian was already holding the blood-drinking knife and attacking Zhang Hu.