Chapter 1552: A soldier who is not a soldier.

Zhang Lang's sword was sharp and light. The man was calm and steady. He either hit the iron rod directly, slashed horizontally, or slashed slanted. Although the movement was simple, it was very powerful and had an indescribable power.

Suddenly, a sound like a dragon roar was heard, and the stick shadow suddenly swelled. The man felt as if he was electrocuted, his body shook for a few times and staggered backwards.

Zhang Lang shouted loudly, and immediately came out a knife, and the sword wind whistled. The big man was not afraid, and shouted loudly, as if he was thundering on a sunny day. The two of them fought hard against hard, and the swords and sticks intersected. Only a trembling sound of "boom!" was heard, and the violent force dissipated in all directions. This move was extremely powerful. After fighting hard, both of them staggered back. Zhang Lang took a step back half a step, while the big man took two steps back.

After this attack, Zhang Lang put his sword next to him, as if he was not ready to take action again.

"Why don't you fight?" The man named Erhu looked at Zhang Lang and said.

Zhang Lang glanced at him and bowed to Xiang Yufeng and said, "Sect Master, I can't let go of my hands and feet when I fight like this. I ask for my life!"

When Xiang Yufeng heard this, he smiled. He looked at Chen Mingxing and said, "Old General, you heard it, don't know what to do?"

"It's just a trial, is it enough to fight with one's life?" Chen Mingxing looked at Xiang Yufeng with a cold face and said, "Besides, if you really hurt your life, who will end it?"

"End? Haha, the old general is serious. Wealth is in heaven and life is in man. Since my subordinates are not afraid, what can I say as the leader? Besides, as a soldier, I don't have many lives in my hands, so what's the soldier?" Xiang Yufeng finished speaking and said to Zhang Lang, "Zhang Lang, tell the old general, how many lives are there in your hands?"

"Zhang Lang is not talented, and cannot be compared with other brothers. Just now, thirty-seven!" As soon as Zhang Lang said this, everyone in the room was shocked. The man named Erhu said with a look of suspicion, "Have you killed thirty-seven people? Who are you lying to?"

Zhang Lang smiled sternly, raising the Qingfeng long sword in his hand. Under the handle of the Qingfeng long sword, there were a series of small red star marks. "Every time the Qingfeng knife team members kill, they will carve a red star mark on the handle. So far, there are thirty-seven on my knife. As for whether you believe it or not, it is not within my consideration."

"Xiang Yufeng, what do you want to do?" Seeing Zhang Lang talking like this, Chen Mingxing's suspicion disappeared, and instead he was brows. Emergency, Xiang's surname is here suddenly today, and now he has come up with such a move, and Chen Mingxing can't guess the other party's intention.

"What can I do? This is your old general Chen's camp of the army. What can I do?" Xiang Yufeng lit a cigarette and looked at Chen Mingxing in a fog. "Is the old general scared?"

Chen Mingxing snorted and stood up violently. Although he knew Xiang Yufeng was urging him, he also knew that he had no way out: "Erhu, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!" Erhu spoke out in a solemn manner.

"Okay, my face is here today. Whether I can earn it back depends on you."

"General, don't worry, Erhu, you will never disappoint!" Erhu snorted coldly, and put on an stance and said to Zhang Lang, "Come on, see who can go out today."

Zhang Lang smiled coldly and launched an attack in an instant. The sword light was trembling, and the energy locked the two tigers. If he did not let go, he would turn around to fight, which would be the fate of the different body and head.

The two tigers made a decision. They made a quick decision and exhaled their internal force. They moved one step horizontally, sat on the horse with a heavy waist, waved their sticks and took the straits, and fought with Zhang Lang hard.

With a loud "dang!", the knife and sticks hit each other, and sparked a flash of sparks!

Erhu's body shook violently with the sound. A sweet mouth was heard, "Por!", and a mouthful of blood was spewed out. Although he dissolved Zhang Lang's extremely powerful sword, he also paid a huge price. At the same time, a strange and cold aura came from the other party's sword, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable!

Erhu changed his hand and grabbed Zhang Lang.

How could Zhang Lang allow him to succeed?

Immediately, the two tigers were filled with energy, and the green sword attacked him like a storm. With the two tigers' ability, they could only kill the power of patrol, and they could not resist and could not retreat and could not counterattack!

However, he has experienced many battles and is not shocked. His cold handsome face is calm and his bright eyes are staring at Zhang Lang, looking for the flaws in the other party's sword!

The sword light flashed again, and Erhu's eyes narrowed into a line and suddenly jumped up.

Suddenly!

A silver ray fell from the sky, causing a whirring sound of wind, and pierced at him like a big river in the chest, which was unstoppable!

Zhang Lang finally took action!

The stones were shocked! In an instant, Erhu seemed to feel the god of death waving to him!

This is the first time Erhu has seen such a cold murderous attack.

There is a blue knife above and a blue knife below!

A ray of light flashed in Erhu's eyes, avoiding Zhang Lang's blue knife, and with a slightly shoulder, letting the sharp blue knife pierce into his shoulder, gritting his teeth, and leaping in the air with the force. Although the blood was sprinkled all over the floor, Erhu also avoided Zhang Lang's fatal blow.

Zhang Lang landed beside Erhu, and the blue knife pointed at Erhu obliquely.

The two of them hold each other!

The two tigers pointed at the ground with a stick and burst out another mouthful of blood. Facing Zhang Lang, his expression was calm.

Although he was seriously injured, his expression was still so calm.

A look of appreciation flashed in Zhang Lang's eyes, and then a cold light shone again.

Zhang Lang sneered, took a step, slowly raised one leg, raised it above his head, and suddenly jumped into the air. As he jumped up, he kicked it out in a row, each kick almost exceeding lightning, and each kick was as heavy as a mountain, attacking the two tigers like a storm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Erhu took Zhang Lang's attack and another mouthful of blood was sprayed out. At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. In that moment, he couldn't even count how many kicks he had been hit. Each of Zhang Lang's kicks, with the needle-like true energy, directly invading and kicking him.

A cold light flashed in Zhang Lang's eyes, without any mercy. The coldness flashed again, and the green sword attacked him like a storm.

Zhang Lang cried out and another series of leg strikes. His legs were extremely flexible and could launch a fast attack from different places at any time, with an incredible angle. His strength was extremely fierce, with a whirring wind.

Under Zhang Lang's heavy legs, Erhu's body was covered with scars, but he refused to stand up and struggled to resist, and blood kept flowing out of each wound. But his expression was very peaceful, and he seemed calm and calm in the face of death. Perhaps, for a real soldier, death in battle was the best destination.

"Bang!"

Erhu hit Zhang Lang with a heavy leg again, and his whole body was kicked to the point of flying out. The figure was approaching. With a "bang!", Erhu hit Zhang Lang with another kick in the chest, "Boom!" Erhu sprayed out another mouthful of blood.

"Boom!" and fell heavily to the ground.
Chapter completed!