"The blue head is facing a powerful enemy, and the bright head shows off its divine power. It takes advantage of the eagle's bow to fire, and the wind blows the snow and swings the blade. The majestic voice roars like a tiger, and the horse flies like a dragon. The merits of offering food are great, and the territory is opened to expand the emperor's territory."

Nie Zefeng has already realized Huang Zhong's true strength from the move just now. At this time, Huang Zhong is still in his early fifties and has not yet completely aged, so bravery is not a problem. Even if Lu Bu comes up now, he may not be able to defeat Huang Zhong today.

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"Little Huangkou boy, tell me your name before we fight. I, Huang Zhong, will never kill nameless rats."

Nie Zefeng smiled slightly and said: "Old General Huang, I am here to pay you a courtesy, Nie Zefeng."

After hearing this, Huang Zhong was surprised for a long time, looked at the sky and asked: "Could it be that you are the Marquis of Wancheng, Nie Zefeng, the dog thief who massacred 100,000 soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang City..."

"The general misunderstood, the general misunderstood."

The more Huang Zhong spoke, the angrier he became. He spurred his war horse directly and raised his sword to meet him. Nie Zefeng also spurred his horse to catch it. The sword came so fast and the power of it was also so fierce. Nie Zefeng held up the gold-plated phoenix wing to hold it.

The slash like a wooden door was followed by another violent shudder, and then Huang Zhong withdrew his broadsword.

, and then began to launch a second round of attacks, but this knife was so quiet, as if there was no trace of agitation. The air in the space seemed to be gently cut in half by the steel knife. It seemed that this

The attack of this sword is weaker than the previous one, but only Nie Zefeng and Huang Zhong know the true power of this sword.

"Dang——dang"

With the crisp sound, the phoenix-winged gold-plated pot in Nie Zefeng's hand fell off from his hand. The phoenix-winged gold-plated pot was gently dropped to the ground, except for its tail.

Still in Nie Zefeng’s other hand

Holding it in the middle, Huang Zhong's knife was shaken high and fell directly backwards, deeply inserted into the bridge. Huang Zhong held the big knife with both hands and pulled out his own steel knife with force.

A deep mark was left on the bridge.

Nie Zefeng and Huang Zhong both know that when masters compete with each other, what matters now is not the subtlety of the moves but the final competition of strength and endurance.

Huang Zhong actually let out a roar for the first time: "Am I getting old? Am I really getting old?"

Nie Zefeng looked at the mournful general and began to feel infinite emotion in his heart.

"Drive, drive"

Huang Zhong once again urged his horse to charge over. This time Nie Zefeng's gold-plated phoenix wings and Huang Zhong's sword intertwined. Countless sparks were entangled from both sides, swaying left and right, and Changsha also began to make cheering sounds.

Huang Zhong became more and more courageous as he fought, and the gap between Nie Zefeng and Huang Zhong became wider and wider. Nie Zefeng could only plan to win with defeat, and began to withdraw his horse. This may be because Huang Zhong was riding a horse with a southern physique.

The weaker horse fell to the ground during the pursuit. Nie Zefeng returned to his horse and raised his weapon to directly attack Huang Zhong.

The weapon just stayed there, but Nie Zefeng never penetrated it.

"I lost, I lost, please kill me."

Nie Zefeng withdrew his weapons, quickly dismounted and helped Huang Zhong up and said: "The old general is serious. How can I, Nie Zefeng, dare to kill the old general."

"Old general, can you let all our princes pass over this bridge?"

In the end, Huang Zhong, as a warrior, especially a failed warrior, could only wave his hand and say: "Let's go, let's go."

Nie Zefeng immediately cupped his fists and replied: "Thank you, old general. Thank you, old general."
Chapter completed!