After hearing the system prompts in his mind, He Wuhen was stunned for a moment.

"Trigger the first-level hidden mission? What does it mean?" He Wuhen was full of doubts.

In the past, he thought he knew enough about the sword soul upgrade system, but now he realized that all he knew was the tip of the iceberg.

For example, today he reached the peak of a level 9 martial artist, but failed to advance to a warrior.

For example, now, he has inexplicably triggered a hidden mission.

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

Although he was a little confused, he knew everything about the Sword Soul Game. After just a few breaths, he vaguely guessed the reason.

"I understand, it's like in the game, if you upgrade to a certain stage, you cannot obtain experience points and you need to complete the transfer task before you can continue to upgrade."

"The warriors in the Xuanhuang world have a bottleneck that is difficult to break through from the advancement of martial artists to warriors, so they need treasures like Qi Condensation Pill to help break through."

"But I don't need to break through the bottleneck. I just need to complete the transfer task, which is this first-level hidden task, and I can advance."

"Defeat one enemy in the warrior realm? Then I will complete the mission as long as I defeat Zhang Hu? But what is the reward for the mysterious treasure chest? What treasure reward will there be?"

After understanding the reason, He Wuhen felt very calm and couldn't help but have strong expectations for the mysterious treasure chest.

At this moment, Zhang Hu roared, interrupting He Wuhen's fantasy.

"He Wuhen, die!"

After the words came, Zhang Hu, wearing fine iron armor, held the Baijing Steel Sword, and swept ten feet away like a strong wind, and rushed towards He Wuhen.

"When we are on the battlefield, why don't we be afraid of getting married and corpses? Kill the sword technique!"

Zhang Hu used the most widely circulated killing technique in the Black Armor Camp. This technique is deeply rooted in the essence of the sword art. It abandons all flashy moves and is a knife technique designed for killing people.

When the sword technique was used, I suddenly saw the sword lights on the ring, and the area within three meters was filled with white sword lights.

The iron-blooded cold current came, and the cold light of the hundred-fighting steel sword, carrying the bloody and domineering aura, came towards He Wuhen.

"Good come!"

He Wuhen also shouted softly. Faced with such a fierce attack, he was not afraid. He held the blood-drinking knife, his steps were as steady as Lao Song, and he did not dodge and faced him head-on.

He used a sword drawing move, held the blood-drinking knife in his right hand, and then he pulled at the steel knife in Zhang Hu's hand.

As a level nine warrior, facing the full-scale battle of the second-level warrior, he dared not to avoid it and had to fight head-on duel, which was simply seeking death.

Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath and their hearts were beating wildly, staring at He Wuhen on the stage with wide eyes, feeling worried about him.

A crisp sound of "clang" sounded, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The two knives collided hard, bursting with violent shock and buzzing sounds. After dozens of sword lights burst out, they suddenly separated.

The two fought head-on, but in the first round, no one could get the advantage.

"Hmph, come again!" Zhang Hu was a little surprised in his heart, but it also aroused the fighting spirit.

Then, Zhang Hu rushed over with a steel knife again, using a set of fighting sword techniques that were sophisticated that it had been sophisticated that it was full of murderous aura.

He Wuhen was not inferior to him at all. He practiced a basic sword technique hundreds of thousands of times, and held the blood-drinking knife and attacked him face it.

Although the basic knife skills are only six moves: drawing a sword, sweeping, oblique slash, vertical slash, puncture and backhand knife, He Wuhen integrates it into it, adapts to the changes, and combines endless mysterious moves.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed on the ring, and the jingle sounded endlessly. The two swords kept colliding fiercely, and the ones wanted to destroy the opponent's attack and defense with the strongest power.

The two fought fiercely and were difficult to distinguish, and it lasted for dozens of breaths before finally stopping.

As the last buzzing sounded, the two knives collided for the last time, and the two figures suddenly separated and retreated three feet away.

At this time of the battle, both of them were a little breathless and exhausted their energy. They took advantage of this rare opportunity to adjust their breathing.

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

Because the Baijing Steel Knife was cut out countless gaps, and it would break with force. The same is true for his fine iron armor, with traces of cracking and breaking everywhere.

These gaps and knife marks were all done by He Wuhen. Zhang Hu's steel knife was cut into scrap iron.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing the standard armor of the Black Armor Camp, wearing a closed helmet, protecting their bodies, and only revealing their eyes, otherwise Zhang Hu would have been dismembered by the Blood-Drinking Knife.

This result directly shocked Zhang Hu. He finally realized that this rumored playboy was not that unbearable.

Before, he always felt that defeating a level nine martial artist was easy, but now he realized that He Wuhen was actually a difficult opponent.

He stood calmly on the platform, took off his helmet, revealing a strong face.

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

"But you will not be so lucky next time. I will give it my best, and you will definitely have no chance to win."

While speaking, Zhang Hu threw away the scrap iron knife in his hand, took off the fine iron armor on his body, and threw the helmet aside.

Then, a flash of light flashed in his palm, and a ring carved with an eagle shone brightly, covering his whole body.

Then, a flash of light flashed, and Zhang Hu had an extra set of extremely heroic and handsome armor.

It was a black armor, flashing with a faint cold light and a cold air, and an eagle was carved on it.

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

Although the armor looks very hard and indestructible, the texture is very soft. It is very light when worn on Zhang Hu and will not hinder any of his movements.

He had gloves on his hands, which were part of the armor, carefully protecting every part of his body, and even his fingers were missing.

In his hand, he held a cold sword with three words "Divine Soldier Pavilion" engraved on the sword.

Seeing this scene, countless soldiers in the audience were immediately excited, and everyone looked at Zhang Hu's armor and sword with passion, showing an envious expression.

"Wow, that's Black Hawk Armor! The first-level black armor rewarded by the champion is simply so handsome!"

"Look, the sword in Zhang Hu's hand is the first-level mysterious soldier produced by the Divine Soldier Pavilion. It is obviously a very powerful weapon."

"Wow, Zhang Hu is so handsome. If I could have such a set of armor and weapons in my life, I would be content."

Everyone in the audience exclaimed in awe, and countless soldiers were discussing Zhang Hu's weapons and armor, each of them was very envious.

He Wuhen was no exception. He also stared at Zhang Hu, looking at the Black Hawk armor intently.

It was the first time he had seen the real Xuanbing and Xuanjia, and was deeply attracted by the handsome and cool appearance of the Black Hawk Armor.

There is no doubt that the handsome and powerful Xuanbing and Xuanjia, which are also very attractive to He Wuhen.

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

"Damn it, my blood-drinking knife will always be on my back. If it can be like Zhang Hu, it will turn into a ring and carry it on your hand and take it out when used, how cool it would be!"

Of course, although Zhang Hu's Xuanbing and Xuanjia are very handsome, He Wuhen would not feel that the Blood-Drinking Knife is not as good as them.

After all, this blood-drinking knife brought him a magical upgrade system, which is not comparable to a mere mysterious weapon?

Even He Wuhen was still thinking about a question in his mind. Is his Blood-Drinking Sword stronger than Zhang Hu's Xuanbing? Can the Blood-Drinking Sword break through the defense of the Black Eagle Armor?

At this time, Zhang Hu, who enjoyed the envy and respectful look of countless people, raised his sword and pointed it at He Wuhen and said, "Mr. He, come here!"

Zhang Hu had adjusted his breath, recovered some physical strength, and equipped with powerful Xuan soldiers and Xuan armor.

Now he is ambitious and vows to defeat He Wuhen within a few moves and avenge his previous shame.

"You think you can win just like a peacock spreading her tail? Nonsense!"
Chapter completed!