"Hahaha, I've heard of your name for a long time, but have never met you. But at first glance, I know you're a hero. You're so young, I can't believe it. I heard that you challenged Fu Wenda's thirteen generals. It's a blessing in life to be able to fight with a master like you." Xue Atan sighed. He always liked to fight with strong men, and naturally he admired strong people very much. His submission to Li Cunxiao was proof of that.
After the two exchanged greetings, they prepared for battle. In Zhu Li's eyes, Xue Atan at this moment was like an iron tower. Although he was sitting casually on his warhorse, he gave people the feeling that it was impossible to attack him.
In Xue Atan's eyes, Zhu Li was the same. He was as powerful as a tiger, lurking and looking around. No matter from which angle he attacked, he would immediately be met with a fierce counterattack from his opponent.
The two men stopped their horses and stood still for a moment, and found that they had no chance to kill each other with one blow. It seemed that they had to fight first and then look for an opportunity. As if they had telepathy, they shouted angrily at the same time and rode their horses to kill each other.
Xue Atan raised his huge iron rod to the sky with flames, and smashed it towards Zhu Li's head. Zhu Li looked on fearlessly and blocked it with his spear. With a "bang", Zhu Li received Xue Atan's full-strength blow. He himself did not feel anything wrong, but the warhorse under his crotch showed something strange. The horse's body trembled for a moment under the force of Xue Atan's full-strength blow.
Although the opportunity was fleeting, Zhu Li could naturally feel that there was something wrong with his horse. A master like Xue Atan also felt it. How could he let go of such an opportunity? He placed the iron rod on Zhu Li's spear and slid to the left, suppressing Zhu Li so that he could not free his hands. When the horse passed him, he suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked Zhu Li's mount fiercely.
The two men fought with their hands, both holding their weapons in both hands. Zhu Li was caught off guard by Xue Atan's sudden kick, but he was no rookie now and made a decision in an instant.
Since you want to attack my warhorse, then I will attack your warhorse. He didn't believe that Xue Atan's warhorse could withstand his attack.
Xue Atan wanted to kick his horse, but Zhu Li ignored him and just kicked at Xue Atan's horse. This was a tactic that would hurt both sides, and it was so shameless that Xue Atan cursed in his heart. The opponent's horse was definitely not as good as his, and he didn't want to both sides get hurt. When his foot was halfway, he immediately turned around and attacked Zhu Li's kick.
"Bang"
After the two feet collided, neither of them gained an advantage. In the first round, it can be said that both sides were evenly matched.
Turning his horse back to fight again, Xue Atan still used the Fire-Scorching Sky Style, intending to use the same old trick again. He wanted to know, even if Zhu Li could withstand such an attack, how many rounds could his horse last.
However, his purpose was seen through by Zhu Li at a glance. As the warhorse approached, Zhu Li tapped the horse's belly with his left foot, and the warhorse immediately leaned to the side and galloped away. Zhu Li clamped the double-edged spear under his armpit and stabbed it straight into Xue Atan's chest. He wanted to see which was faster, Xue Atan's head-on blow or his stabbing blow.
It was another suicidal tactic, which made Xue Atan so angry that his teeth itched, but he could do nothing about it. Before he could finish his Sky-Bombing Move, he immediately lowered his iron rod and used it vertically to block Zhu Li's steel spear. With a "bang", Xue Atan once again narrowly blocked Zhu Li's stab.
The two horses approached, Zhu Li swung out his long sword, and it was like a silver thread splashing into the sky. As fast as lightning, he swung the sword and chopped off Xue Atan's head.
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Tange used a two-handed stick to knock Zhu Li's spear away. As the two were close to each other, he no longer had time to reach out to draw the sword from his waist. However, facing Zhu Li's sharp sword, he remained calm. He pulled the iron stick back suddenly, and one end just happened to touch the sword. With a "clang", he narrowly knocked Zhu Li's sword away.
In the second round, neither of them scored, but in this round, Zhu Li was mainly attacking and Xue Atan was mainly defending, which made Zhu Li slightly superior. However, Xue Atan was not inferior to Zhu Li in terms of strength and martial arts, and his experience and realm were even higher than his, so a temporary setback was nothing.
The two men rode their horses at full speed and fought swiftly under the city of Weizhou in a fierce battle with grass and debris flying everywhere.
Zhu Li has always relied on his extraordinary strength and speed to compete with first-rate generals. However, Xue Atan's strength is no less than Zhu Li's, so Zhu Li's only reliance is speed.
It is the wisest course to use one's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses. Zhu Li instantly exerted his speed to the extreme and tried his best to attack.
However, even so, Xue Atan still defended impeccably. They both understood that if they attacked for too long, they would get tired; if they defended for too long, they would lose. Therefore, they were fully alert in every moment.
Under the city of Weizhou, there was a fierce fight between dragons and tigers, which made the generals of the Shatuo army and the big men in Weizhou city dazzled and amazed.
Only at this time did they understand what it meant to be an unrivaled general and what it meant to be brave enough to be unstoppable by ten thousand men. People like Zhang Cun and Yang Biao dared to claim to be brave enough to be unstoppable by ten thousand men, which was simply a joke.
The yellow sand was dancing wildly, the dim light was flashing, and the battle was lingering and lasted for a long time.
More than an hour has passed. Not to mention how the two men are doing, just looking at their horses, they look like they have just been fished out of the water. This shows how difficult this battle was. The two have been fighting for more than two hundred rounds, and there is still no winner.
At this moment, Zhu Li stumbled and fell forward along with his horse.
Such a sudden change made Xue Atan extremely surprised. How could he let go of this opportunity? He swung the iron rod and hit Zhu Li's head with a thunderous blow. There is no mercy on the battlefield. Xue Atan, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, understands this principle better than anyone else. The war horse is not good, and the opponent is unlucky. Who can he blame
Seeing that Zhu Li had no way to resist and his head was about to explode, both the enemy and us were terrified, and all the generals and big men felt very sorry.
This sudden scene made Li Keju, who was standing on the city wall, feel very regretful. He hated himself for having such a powerful general but not thinking of equipping him with a good horse in advance.
During the Five Dynasties, military power was valued more than culture, and few high-ranking officials were not proficient in martial arts. Zhu Li suffered such a misfortune. Anyone with a discerning eye could immediately see the reason. It was not that Zhu Li was incompetent, but that his warhorse was too weak.
Wudao, who was standing at the foot of Weizhou city and supporting Zhu Li, was even more furious and resentful. He wanted to rescue him, but it was obviously too late. If he had known this, he would not have let Zhu Li rush forward. As long as he was willing to take action, even ten Xue Atans would not be his match.
It is useless to just regret. Many coalition leaders and generals have closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer. At the same time, they have a clear understanding in their hearts that they must find a good horse for themselves no matter what. Zhu Li's end is a lesson for them.
Zhu Li was unaware of all this. He seemed to have seen his head being smashed to pieces by Xue Atan's big black iron rod.
In a daze, he felt the shackles of his body. After such a long period of training, his martial arts had already reached the limit of breaking the limit, which is the peak level of a second-rate general. At the moment of life and death, that great limit, the so-called heavenly barrier, was highlighted so clearly. Obviously, his strength could be greater, his speed could be faster, his hearing could be sharper, and so on, but due to the restrictions of these shackles, he just couldn't reach them. This is the sadness of being human. The theoretical level seems to never be reached. If he hadn't been on the verge of life and death, he was afraid that he would never feel this shackle in his entire life.
But at this moment, the Classic of Mountains and Seas appeared in my mind again, and a sound like a huge bell came with it: "In the big mountain, there is a grass. It looks like yarrow but is hairy. It is green and shiny but not solid. It is called {艹狼}. If you eat it, you will not die young." (I couldn't find this word, and I couldn't change it at will, so I had to express it in this form. The word in the brackets is a wolf with the grass radical under it)
The strange green grass flashed out and instantly turned into specks of light, disappearing into Zhu Li's body. At the moment the light disappeared, the shackles that made Zhu Li despair, the restrictions that restricted his body from improving again, immediately melted away like spring snow exposed to the sun. With the disappearance of this restriction, Zhu Li's abilities in all aspects instantly increased to an unimaginable level. Apart from anything else, the increase in speed alone was shocking.
Given Zhu Li's current situation, even Wudao, who had been supporting him, was in despair. It was conceivable how dangerous it was. In the eyes of everyone, he had fallen into a deadly situation. But even in this deadly situation, in one tenth of a moment, no, not even one twentieth of a moment, Zhu Li, under this impossible situation, made a bold move. He raised the steel spear horizontally in a flash and swung it with one hand. With a "bang", Xue Atan, who had put all his strength and even the strength of the warhorse under him, wanted to strike with the unity of man and horse, but it was easily blocked by Zhu Li who was half-kneeling on the ground.
Zhu Li didn't feel anything when the spear and the stick collided, but Xue Atan was shocked, as if at that moment, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Because he felt a suffocatingly huge force hitting his iron rod. It seemed as if the iron rod did not hit Zhu Li's steel spear, but a piece of thousand-year-old meteorite. It made his arms numb and his knuckles cracked. In an instant, he lost all strength.
Fortunately, Zhu Li was in a state of great surprise and had just broken through. His surging strength and body movements were not yet coordinated, so he did not attack immediately. Otherwise, it would not be Zhu Li who died, but Xue Atan.
Xue Atan and his warhorse were thrown aside by Zhu Li. As soon as he landed, he dragged the iron rod and leaped away, avoiding the strange boy far away, reaching a distance that he thought was safe. Then he slowly turned his horse's head and looked at the dazed Zhu Li. With a somewhat aggrieved tone, he pretended to be heroic and said: "Zhu Li, I respect you as a man. Today your warhorse is not good enough, so let's stop fighting. You don't have a warhorse, and even if I beat you, people will say that I, Xue Atan, won unfairly, which is definitely not what a real man does."