Chapter 120 The Black Armored Guards will not retreat!

"Humph!"

Hawker snorted coldly, gripped the scimitar with both hands, and pulled hard.

Huhuhu~
The sound of the blade rubbing against the air suddenly rang out!
"drink!"

Hawkel roared, raised his hands high, poured all his strength into the scimitar, and chopped down at Wang An's head!
Wang An's eyelids twitched and his body leaned back.

shuh~
The sharp scimitar passed by the neck dangerously, taking away a strand of black hair hanging from Wang An's forehead!
"So dangerous!"

Wang An couldn't help but gasp. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been split in half by Hawkel's move!
"This guy really should not be underestimated!" Wang An's eyes were cold. He did not dare to hold back at all. He clenched his fists and pounced on Hawkel!

"court death!"

A ferocious look appeared at the corner of Hawker's mouth. He turned his wrist and turned from defense to offense!
Zheng~
Wang An punched the scimitar, and there was a crisp sound, and sparks flew!

"How is this possible!" Hawkel's eyes widened, his face full of horror!
"Hmph! You take my punch too!" Wang An growled and punched again.

Hawker was startled and stepped back hastily to avoid Wang An's fist.

puff!

Wang An took the opportunity to hit Hawker in the chest with an elbow.

"what!"

Hawkel roared, and suddenly his strength surged, forcing Wang An back with a single blow.

"Hey, you little brat, you don't have enough strength!" Hawker sneered, "You're courting death by trying this on me, Iron Buddha!"

After saying that, he swung his scimitar and turned into a phantom, rushing towards Wang An.

Swish, brush, brush~!

Hawker's speed was extremely fast and his sword skills were sharp. In an instant, he chopped out three or four times with the sword, blocking Wang An's vital points, leaving him with no choice but to defend and unable to fight back!

"Hmph! Just a trifle!" A look of disdain appeared on Wang An's face.

Today's Wang Anke is no longer the unlucky prince who was deprived of his throne and had a weak body in the eyes of the world!

Now he has experienced the test of life and death, improved his martial arts, and cultivated both inside and outside!

At this moment, facing Hawker's tricky and sharp swordsmanship, he was not afraid at all. He fought steadily and used softness to overcome hardness!

"Hmm... this guy's swordsmanship is a little familiar..."

Hawker's brows were solemn, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Wang An's boxing style became more erratic and mysterious.

Each move may seem ordinary, but it can often turn the tide at the critical moment and give him a fatal blow!
"This move... seems to be... the Liang general's unique skill 'Eight Trigrams Dragon'!!"

Hawkel's eyes were wide open, and he was horrified.

Although he is the leader of the Iron Buddha, he is just a second-rate guy after all and has never seen any martial arts!
But even so, Hawkel understood that what Wang An displayed must be the legendary martial arts - the unique skills of the Liang State!
It is said that the founding emperor of Liang State created a top-notch martial art that shocked the world since ancient times, called "Eight Trigrams Dragon"!
The Eight Trigrams Dragon, with the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams as its main elements, has an elusive and mysterious trajectory that is unmatched in the world!

And this martial art became famous throughout the continent because of this!
"My Lord, leave this kind of stuff to me!"

Just when Wang An was about to attack again, Xu Huang stood up.

Wang An thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

Xu Huang was born into a military family. He once served as a lieutenant in the army and was well versed in martial arts.

Moreover, he has also practiced Baguazhang, Xingyiquan and other martial arts, and is very familiar with martial artists' routines. It should be more than enough for him to deal with Hawker!
"Hehe, you, a mere general of Liang State, want to stop me?" Hawkel showed disdain.

Xu Huang shook his head and said calmly: "It's not about stopping you, it's about defeating you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Huang jumped up and shot out like an arrow!

bang~
The two men collided fiercely, their fists and claws intertwined!

Boom!

A huge force spread out from the point of collision, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"What?" Hawkel's pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at the other party in disbelief!

"Nothing more than that!" Xu Huang sneered contemptuously and approached again!

"Asshole!" Hawker was furious and roared wildly, "I will never lose to a despicable and shameless bastard like you!"

Hawker's blood was boiling and he roared like a wild beast.

clang!
He swung his sword to block Xu Huang's attack, but felt a slight numbness in the palm of his hand!
"What a strong physical strength!" Hawkel became more and more fearful, and a strong sense of foreboding surged in his heart!

Although he is the commander of the Iron Buddha, in terms of combat effectiveness he is not even at the bottom and is far inferior to Xu Huang!

Hawkel couldn't help but grit his teeth and feel hatred!

"It's over!"

Just as Hawke was hesitating, he suddenly heard a low voice in his ears.

Then Hawkel's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw Xu Huang holding a scimitar in one hand, staring at him coldly, with a look that was icy!
The next second, Hawkel watched Xu Huang pull the scimitar out of his arm.

Click~!

Hawkel felt a pain in his finger and looked down, only to see that his arm had been broken by the other party!

Xu Huang patted Hawker's face with the back of his knife and said coldly: "I advise you to kneel down and surrender! Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel!"

Hawker's eyes were filled with hatred, and he said viciously: "Don't even think about making me surrender! I tell you! We, the Iron Pagoda, are the most elite troops of the Western Tartars. We are not afraid of death! What's more... Do you think you are worthy of making me kneel down? Dream on!"

"In that case..."

Xu Huang shook his head, and the hand holding the scimitar shook violently!
wow~
Hawke screamed in agony, feeling as if his entire right arm was torn off. The severe pain made him break out in a cold sweat!

"Ah! Warriors, charge and kill these damn Liang people!"

Seeing the murderous light flashing in Xu Huang's eyes, Hawkel became completely furious. While riding his horse backwards, he commanded the Iron Pagoda Legion to charge towards Wang An and the Black Armor Guards!
"Humph! Courting death!"

Xu Huang snorted coldly.

Swish!
Holding a scimitar in his hand, he rushed into the enemy group like a gust of wind in an instant. Wherever he passed, blood splattered and corpses were everywhere!
"kill!"

The numerous soldiers of Iron Pagoda roared and attacked with all their might!
"kill!"

Xu Huang stomped his feet on the ground, took a step forward, and slashed with his sword like a tiger pouncing on its prey!

Phew~
A head flew away and blood splattered like a fountain!
An Iron Buddha soldier was killed on the spot!

"kill!"

Xu Huang, holding a scimitar, was like a wolf among a flock of sheep, moving recklessly and causing blood and corpses everywhere he passed!

In just a moment, dozens of Iron Pagodas were destroyed!
"You all deserve to die!"

Hurrah~!

The Iron Pagoda's cavalry rushed forward, like a flood breaking through a dam, sweeping over the sky and the earth!

"Brothers! Meet the enemy! Protect the prince!"

The black-armored guards shouted together and rushed forward recklessly, fighting with the Iron Pagoda.

Clanking, ding-dong, and metallic vibrations continued to sound, blood splattered, and corpses were everywhere!
The Iron Pagoda's cavalry is brave and good at fighting, while the Black Armor Guards are even more well-trained, covering each other and cooperating well!

Soon, the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle.

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

The Iron Pagoda cavalry roared, surging like a tide, advancing forward in waves!

However, Wang An sat in the center, motionless.

Xu Huang was on his left, the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, extremely cunning and sharp!

"Kill! Kill them!"

Hawkel's face was grim and he fought for his life!

Poof~!

Another Iron Pagoda fell, and Hawkel took the opportunity to swing his scimitar and kill a black-armored guard.

"Huh? Why is that kid not moving? Did he run away?"

"Impossible! He just saved Adebayo, how could he escape now?"

Everyone in Tiefutu was talking about it, but they still couldn't find any trace of Wang An. They looked at each other in confusion.

(End of this chapter)