Chapter 666 (1/2)

Zhao Xingwen deliberately did this to tell the rebels with arrogance... You will, I will, but I will, but you can't

Jiang Zhan looked at Zhao Xingwen, holding a bow and arrow, wearing a sunrise, and stepped steadily towards him.

He looked more fierce in his eyes. He picked up a long gun and pointed to Zhao Xingwen: ”Jiang Zhan doesn't kill nobody. Report his name.”

Since Zhao Xingwen entered the camp at the age of seven, this is the first time he has returned to Beijing. Jiang Zhan can't recognize his appearance. He doesn't know who he is. It's normal.

”You... Don't deserve to know!” With a sneer, Zhao Xingwen threw down the bow and arrow in his hand and grasped the handle of the knife. In a flash, the long knife came out of its scabbard. The wind galloped and the electricity rushed towards Jiang Zhan, like eagles and ducks attacking the original.

Experts in martial arts know that only experts dare to raise their wrists higher than the tip of a knife. The jargon is ”gaining the upper hand”.

Jiang Zhan was shocked by the posture of advancing and retreating and the fierce and incomparable knife posture, and knew that the other party was a hard stubble.

With his flexible horizontal gun block, he took the opportunity to encounter Zhao Xingwen's knife and wanted to shake it down.

Who knows, Zhao Xingwen's hand is as strong as steel and full of toughness.

Zhao Xingwen's eyes were bright, brighter than the knife he held. He seemed to see through Jiang Zhan's idea. A touch of ridicule came out of the corner of his mouth, and his left hand was attached to the handle of the knife, adding two points of strength again.

Jiang Zhan was originally made of steel with a long gun and wantonly tried to block his weapon. However, he didn't do what he wanted. At present, he can only reach the pressure of the long knife with all his strength, which is very difficult.

Both of them showed their fierce eyes and were concentrating on looking at the enemy. This fight was very slow... And very cautious.

For a moment, the picture seemed to freeze here. The bystanders felt it was very short, but the soldiers on both sides knew that this was the most critical moment, followed by a quick and fatal blow.

Jiang Zhan's Parry was unstable. Zhao Xingwen's blade rubbed the body of the gun all the way down, causing bursts of fire. Seeing that the tip of the knife pierced his cheek, Jiang Zhan had to bend over and abandon the long gun in his hand.

But Zhao Xingwen stopped. He stood against the light, covered in the morning glow, and the blade was full of cold light.

Jiang Zhan couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could clearly see his proud chin and cold voice. He said to himself, ”pick it up, I won't kill the enemy with bare hands.”

This sentence is really poisonous

Jiang Zhan was confused when he heard the speech, and Zhao Xingwen put on the posture of condescending, defending and attacking at the same time.

Jiang Zhan was eager to save face and wanted to win with risky actions. He could no longer defend. Holding a long gun together, he stabbed at Zhao Xingwen like crazy, intending to kill him with one blow.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xingwen also saw that Jiang Zhan's attack was fierce, but the flaw was that he couldn't return to defense with all his strength, but if he returned to defense at this time, he would miss the best time to kill him!

Jiang Zhan seldom reveals his flaws. If he retreats, it's hard to find this good opportunity.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Xingwen only had time to side slightly. The long gun fell into his shoulder, and the head of the gun went straight through his shoulder blade.

Zhao Xingwen gave a stuffy hum and grabbed Jiang Zhan's hand holding the gun, so he slashed back.

Jiang Zhan's spear fell into Zhao Xingwen's shoulder blade, and there was no weapon to return to the gear. His hands were caught by death, and he couldn't get away for a while.

Zhao Xingwen's blade cut Jiang Zhan's neck, and the blood sprayed like a column.

Jiang Zhan's look faded in his eyes. He didn't expect Zhao Xingwen to take a fatal blow as steady as a rock and as motionless as a mountain, so as to firmly grasp him and swing a knife.

And he... Also did his best to stab the gun and killed himself.

King Mo's soldiers shouted in unison: ”General Zhao!”

Before Jiang Zhan's life disappeared, he finally knew his name. It turned out that he was Zhao Xingwen, the eldest grandson of old general Zhao. After closing the door, he did not disgrace his reputation.