Mu Jianzhao stood with a sword in hand and looked at Xiang Wentian who was bare-handed and asked: "Your Highness, don't you have a weapon?"
Xiang Wentian smiled and said: "My weapons are more suitable for use on the battlefield. The venue here is too small and I'm afraid I won't be able to use them. If Brother Mu can defeat my fists and kicks, I will have no choice but to summon the weapons... At some point, we have to spread the field further.”
Mu Jianzhao did not insist when he heard this. He said with a solemn expression: "Since Your Highness does not use weapons, and the general knows that he is no match for His Highness, can you allow me to use a saber?" The commander-in-chief of the Northern Chu Army did not seem to stick to small details.
"Of course!" Xiang Wentian said loudly.
"Then let me be rude!" Mu Jianzhao said no more, he waved his saber and charged towards Xiang Wentian.
Mu Jianzhao's sword is not huge, but its shape is a ghost-headed sword that is not very common in the army.
This kind of knife has a thick back and broad face, is bulky and is suitable for chopping. It is commonly used as a torture instrument for beheading by executioners on the execution ground.
Mu Jianzhao's sword is shorter than the ordinary ghost-head sword, but it is also thicker. The handle has a ferocious ghost head with fangs, which is very extraordinary and exudes a cold air.
He didn't move quickly when holding the knife with one hand, but every time he took action, he carried terrifying power.
When Xiang Wentian faced Mu Jianzhao's powerful and heavy chop, he did not block it head-on. He used his body skills to easily avoid it.
The two of them attacked and hid, but no one touched the other.
"Brother Mu's sword techniques attack key points with every move, without any sloppiness or any bells and whistles. It seems that Brother Mu's sword is a killing technique learned in the battlefield!" Xiang Wentian said with emotion.
Mu Jianzhao was a little surprised and said: "The prince has good eyesight, but he was born in the army and did not have the guidance of a famous teacher. Whether it is internal strength, mental skills or martial arts, they are common martial arts in the army. All progress depends on his own understanding!" He said while talking about his hands. The action didn't stop.
Xiang Wentian continued to dodge. After he sideways dodged a chop, he stared at the ghost-headed sword that passed by him and said: "The sword's power is restrained and it is not released. This method returns to nature." Not only does it double the power of sword moves, but it also plays a surprising role in winning on the battlefield. I believe that many enemy generals should have died under Brother Mu's sword skills..."
Mu Jianzhao's expression became even more surprised. He suddenly stepped back and stopped taking action. Then he smiled bitterly and said: "It's true that nothing can be hidden from His Highness's eyes." Although he knew that he was most likely not Xiang Wentian's opponent, but this kind of being It's never a good feeling when people see through it.
Xiang Wentian did not take the opportunity to attack, but stood on the spot and said seriously: "Although brothers Jiuxi and Ningjing are extremely qualified and their fights are even more exciting, if they encounter an opponent like Brother Mu, they will not be able to do anything at all. It only takes ten moves, but if you are unlucky, it is not impossible for you to die in the first confrontation!"
Mu Jianzhao smiled politely and said: "Your Highness, there is no need to praise me. If I can defeat these genius masters within ten moves, then these people will probably be defeated in a fight with Your Highness! I am a little curious about His Highness's martial arts skills. Where did you learn from him?"
There are different opinions about Xiang Wentian's inheritance, but it has always been a mystery.
Xiang Wentian smiled heartily and said, "Would you believe it if I told Brother Mu that this ability is innate!"
"Don't be ridiculous. Could it be that His Highness was born in the Dao realm?" Mu Jianzhao naturally didn't believe it. You must know that his own strength even surpassed the sub-sage realm in a sense. Xiang Wentian, who is so tall and unpredictable, The means are obviously stronger than hers, and they are definitely not comparable to those of a strong master.
"I knew that no one would believe it. When I had the memory, a piece of exercise appeared in my mind. I relied on this exercise to reach my current level. I don't know where this exercise came from. Where did it come from..." Xiang Wentian sighed with emotion.
Xiang Wentian's bizarre remarks made Mu Jianzhao full of doubts. He thought for a moment and said, "His Highness is indeed extraordinary. The general's sword skills are no match for His Highness!"
This time, Xiang Wentian said in a panic: "Brother Mu, don't admit defeat, I haven't made a move yet!"
Mu Jianzhao said solemnly: "Your Highness, don't worry, the general will not give up even if he knows he is not his opponent!" He suddenly burst out with an invisible force, and the terrifying pressure made all the soldiers watching around him fall into it. shock.
This is murderous intent! Mu Jianzhao's murderous aura cultivated by killing countless enemies on the battlefield for many years will affect even experienced warriors. Under the murderous aura, the strength of the opponent's will determines the extent of the impact. Some warriors with poorer mentality will be affected. I'm afraid that one look from Mu Jianzhao could scare him into fainting.
With strong murderous intent released, Mu Jianzhao did not take the initiative to attack. He held the Ghost Head Sword horizontally in a defensive posture.
Just now, he was worried that Mu Jianzhao would surrender without a fight. Xiang Wentian became a little anxious. He took the initiative to step forward and attack fiercely with his fists.
Mu Jianzhao used his sword to block or counterattack. After a few moves, he was shocked to find that Xiang Wentian's fist did not lose the slightest after colliding with the ghost-headed sword. The ghost-headed sword that he was so proud of was actually connected Xiang Wentian's skin could not be cut.
You must know that his Ghost Head Sword is called Luohuangquan, and it is a rare magic weapon in the world. Even if it is not as good as Xiang Wentian's two weapons, it is not much different.
The name of the sword is related to the underworld, which naturally has some miraculous effects, but Mu Jianzhao is facing Xiang Wentian, and the power of Luohuangquan cannot work at all.
Xiang Wentian's fists came down like raindrops, and Mu Jianzhao was tired of dealing with them. The murderous aura he exuded could not have any impact on Xiang Wentian.
"It's broken. Isn't this a sandbag?" Mu Jianzhao thought to himself. He now understood why Xiang Wentian was worried that he would surrender.
"Murderous? I have it too!" Xiang Wentian suddenly stopped his offensive and said.
Before Mu Jianzhao could respond, Xiang Wentian clenched his fists and shouted lowly, and an invisible force also burst out from his body.
Mu Jianzhao looked at Xiang Wentian and swallowed hard. He found that Xiang Wentian's murderous aura permeated around him like a substance. He could even feel the touch of the sticky murderous aura. The power of the will to attack made him Feeling cold.
Some of the soldiers watching not far away were unsteady and fell straight down. This was because they were frightened and fainted by Xiang Wentian's terrifying murderous aura.
Only then did Xiang Wentian realize something was wrong. His expression became more serious. The area filled with murderous aura suddenly shrank. Mu Jianzhao felt that he could hardly even move. The thick murderous aura restricted his movements like mud. .
"It is true that one battle will kill ten thousand people! How many enemies must be killed to develop such murderous intent? Is this Prince Shun still a human being?" Mu Jianzhao felt bitter in his heart. At this moment, he finally gave up on fighting with Xiang Wentian. The thought of competing.
"Brother Mu, I'm here, watch the boxing!" Xiang Wentian looked excited and was about to attack Mu Jianzhao.
Mu Jianzhao directly inserted Luo Huangquan into the ground, and waved his hands at the same time: "Don't come over! I give up in this fight!"
Xiang Wentian froze on the spot. He said with a puzzled look on his face: "Brother Mu, you said you shouldn't give up easily. Why did you give up before the fight even started!" The Prince Shun even had a look on his face. Resentment.
Mu Jianzhao cleared his throat and said, "You and I are friendly forces. There's no point in fighting and killing each other. Why don't we all sit down and have a few drinks? We still have to use our fists and weapons in unison!" He looked righteous and awe-inspiring.
There was nothing he could do if he didn't want to fight. Xiang Wentian had no choice but to dissipate his murderous aura and put away his fists. He said with an unsatisfied expression: "Brother Mu, you can admit defeat in the competition, but don't cheat when you drink!"
Mu Jianzhao smiled and said: "That's natural. We won't come home until you and I are drunk today!"
The competition between the two armies for the highest combat power ended in such an anticlimactic manner. The competition between the two of them even seemed less exciting than Chu Ningjing and the others, and was just a satisfactory attack.
There was no good show to watch, the banquet continued, and everyone continued to enjoy themselves by changing glasses.
Mu Jianzhao not only had superior martial arts, but also had a good drinking capacity. He kept fighting with Xiang Wentian until late at night. When all the soldiers were drunk and unconscious, the Snow Leopard Cavalry Commander finally fell down.
Chu Ningjing and Jian Suxin seemed to have resolved their grudges after talking for a long time. After that, he took Fan Jiuxi to drink together. The two didn't know each other without fighting, and because of Jian Suxin's relationship, the three of them soon got drunk.
Dashun's camp was in a mess, and everyone was drunk. At first, Paoze, who was drunk, was sent back to the tent, but later he had to sleep on the ground.
The generals of the Northern Chu Army were also knocked down, some were sent back, and some slept directly on Dashun's side. After nightfall, the remaining Northern Chu Army generals also entered the tents to rest, and only some of them were left. Responsible for inspection.
Xiang Wentian drank a lot of wine, and his face was a little flushed, but his eyes were still very clear. He stood up and looked at the entrance to Beichu's camp and said to himself: "It seems that there is nothing fishy about Beichu's reinforcements this time. Today's discussion should be the same." It can make Mu Jianzhao fearful, so it is not difficult to jointly defeat Wu Zhao with Bei Chu this time..."
Then he sat back on the ground and said, "Wine is really a good thing. When you're drunk, go to sleep!" He lay directly on Mu Jianzhao's lap behind him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Not long after, two figures sneaked closer to the camps of the two armies. They were an ugly-looking puppet spirit and a sweet-looking young woman. They were Doudou and Haipou.
"Little Horebei, that guy named Xiang Wentian is right in front. I don't like fighting places. You go and swallow all these guys into the nightmare realm. I'll go there and fight Xiang Wentian!" Doudou said softly. Horror said.
She actually let Bieou directly swallow nearly 200,000 people from both armies. Bieou seemed not to know the difficulty of this matter and just nodded silently.
At this moment, a female voice came from within the body of the puppet: "Sister Doudou, this is a battlefield, and big problems may arise. Do you really want to challenge this number one person of the younger generation? I heard that Xiang Wentian His strength is terrifying!"
It was Ji Ling'er who spoke. She was currently in a dream space. The light and shadow in front of her reflected the scenes of the two armies' camps, but Chu Zhongan was not here.
Doudou said with a proud look on his face: "We didn't find that guy named Yue in the snowy mountains. We just happened to take it out on Xiang Wentian. What happened to the first person? Sister, I beat the first person!"
Doudou's words were very arrogant, but Ji Linger knew that Doudou was indeed capable of arrogance, so she sighed helplessly and stopped trying to persuade him.
Ji Ling'er showed a recalling expression, her eyes full of longing for someone.
