The northern wind was blowing. On the snow-covered grassland, more than two thousand people were standing on their horses, divided into two square formations, facing each other with a distance of fifty meters.
At first glance, it looked a little like two cavalry forces in ancient times.
Wang Da Ma Zi and a group of horse bandits stood at the back, craning their necks to watch.
When he saw that it was Qin Zhen, the god of death, he was so scared that he cried out.
Qin Zhen's fame was like thunder in the Black Province. This was because among the tens of thousands of troops under Wu Junsheng, the personal cavalry regiment that had followed him through many battles was the most elite.
As for Qin Zhen, he was the deputy commander of the cavalry regiment. He was known as the number one cavalry general in the northeast. The Zhanmadao in his hand had killed at least a thousand people, and he was infamous.
The 1.88-meter long Zhanmadao, which weighed 40 pounds, was originally an infantry weapon. However, he used it as a cavalry sword, killing people as if they were vegetables.
"Mother, it's Killer God Qin! Big Tongue Wu asked Killing God Qin to deal with the Ninth Young Master? Wasn't he afraid that the Killer God would accidentally be killed by the Ninth Young Master?”
"Big Tongue Wu is done for. No matter how unfavored the Ninth Young Master is, he is still Marshal Zhang's son. Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he is Marshal Zhang's sworn brother? What a mess!"
" The Ninth Young Master also looks very fierce. I've seen that Mo Sword in the Gu Martial Arts School in Haerbin. I heard that it was personally forged by the late President Gu and was used as the school's signature weapon. It weighs 77.7 pounds. I didn't expect the Ninth Young Master to use it. He carries it like it's a toy..."
"I also think that Ninth Young Master isn't a coward. Not only is he foul-mouthed, but his aura is also very fierce.”
"What happened? The Ninth Young Master's personal guard, Xiong Tie and Xiong Gang, did not move. The five hundred Gu Clan's martial arts students did not move either. Were they not afraid that something would happen to the Ninth Young Master?”
"Ah, Miss Wu asked Ninth Young Master to show mercy! What do you mean?"
As the battle began, the bandits, who didn't know how perverted Zhang Xuejun was, felt that something was wrong. In the end, they were stunned on the spot.
"Ninth Young Master, sorry for offending you!"
Qin Zhen used his Zhanmadao to slap the horse's butt. The horse felt the pain and went crazy. It lowered its head and charged forward.
Wu Yaxin saw this and hurriedly shouted,"Ninth Brother, please show mercy!"!!”
What? Ask Zhang Xuejun to show mercy?
Other than the 500 martial arts students led by Gu Xiong who had a matter-of-fact look on their faces, everyone else was dumbfounded.
You didn't ask the number one cavalry general in the northeast to show mercy, but you asked Marshal Zhang's son, the cowardly Zhang Xiaojiu, to show mercy. Are you scared silly?
Wu Junsheng, who had been reminded by Zhang Tianlin, shook his head and sighed."My precious daughter is still too young to be bewitched by Zhang Xiaojiu…Ah?？？”
Boom!
Before he could finish sighing, a loud noise that pierced his eardrums came, scaring him so much that he almost fell off his horse.
Wu Junsheng was petrified when he looked up.
The personal guards behind him also gaped as if they had seen a ghost.
Wang Da Ma Zi and the 300 horse bandits had their mouths wide open, their eyeballs almost popping out.
Three seconds ago.
On the snowy ground, Qin Zhen rode his white warhorse and arrived in front of Zhang Xuejun like a bolt of white lightning. In a split second, he gripped his saber tightly with both of his hands and slashed it towards Zhang Xuejun's head with a sonic boom.
This move that was as fast as lightning and carried a thousand jin of force was Qin Zhen's killing move. Who knew how many people had died at his hands.
However, when Qin Zhen used this move, he also knew that he was in trouble.
Zhang Xuejun would definitely not be able to block it and would definitely end up being cut in half.
Even if he killed Zhang Xuejun, the Great Overseer Wu wouldn't be able to protect him!
However, just as the blade was about to hit Zhang Xuejun's head, Zhang Xuejun, who had been standing there in shock, moved.
He raised the Mo Blade in his hand and easily blocked this fatal blow.
Boom!
The sound of metal clashing pierced the eardrums. A huge force surged over and the Zhanmadao in Qin Zhen's hand was instantly sent flying.
Immediately after, Zhang Xuejun stabbed the Mo Sword into the snow and dismounted. Under Qin Zhen's horrified gaze, he grinned and punched the left rib of his horse.
Crack!
The sound of bones cracking could be heard. The majestic warhorse that weighed more than a thousand pounds was instantly killed, and half of its body caved in.
This terrifying force even sent Qin Zhen flying seven to eight meters to the right before he crashed onto the ground.
Scared!
Such a shocking scene made everyone hold their breath and freeze on the spot.
Was he still human?
Was this really a human?
This was not human!
Gu Xiong and the 500 martial arts students smacked their lips and couldn't help but recall the sick warhorse that Zhang Xuejun had killed yesterday when he was trying to establish his might.
Young Master was still conservative yesterday!
The brainless and heartless Big Bear and Big Bear didn't feel anything. He only felt that his boss was really awesome. He could probably kill Blind Bear with one hand. It was really like a rat biting a cow's butt. How awesome was the rat food!
Wang Da Ma Zi and the three hundred horse bandits wished they could get off their horses and kneel down to worship. Not only did they worship the War God Zhang Xue Jun, but they also knelt down to thank their ancestors for their blessings.
If he hadn't held back and acted like those bandits who had no bottom line, robbing and bullying the good, he would have been chopped into dozens of pieces by Zhang Xuejun and fed to the dogs.
Wu Junsheng's mind was blank. His hand that was holding the reins was trembling, and gradually, his entire body was trembling as if he had epilepsy.
Damn it, was this Zhang Xiaojiu possessed by a god? Could a mortal with flesh and blood really have such great strength?
The 1,200 cavalrymen of the Personal Cavalry Regiment gasped, and they looked at Zhang Xuejun as if he was a god.
The people in the army would always respect the strong.
Qin Zhen was kneeling on the ground with a trace of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. His hands were also hurting from Zhang Xuejun's attack.
If he hadn't let go of the Zhanmadao in time, his hands would have been broken and crippled.
However, he still did not feel good. He felt as if his internal organs had shifted, and the pain was so great that the veins on his forehead and neck were popping.
Qin Zhen forced himself not to vomit blood. He turned over and knelt on the ground. He looked at the horse that had already breathed its last, and tears welled up in his tiger eyes.
This white horse was the descendant of the Wild Horse King he had tamed on the Mongolian grasslands. It had accompanied him in his battles for more than ten years, but now it had fallen into such a tragic end.
"Are you alright?"
Zhang Xuejun walked up to Qin Zhen and asked softly.
At this moment, Zhang Xuejun was also puzzled. Why did his strength increase several times? Could it be because he had transmigrated?
Before he transmigrated, although his physique was also abnormal, he was still like a human.
But now…
It felt easy to kill a horse with one punch. Only he knew that he had only used 70% of his strength in that punch!
The aftereffects of the increase in strength were not that serious. It was just that his appetite was a little bigger and his temper was a little more irritable.
He was speechless. Could it be that he, Zhang Xuejun, was not destined to be a quiet handsome man, a Confucian general who could destroy his enemies with a smile?
Qin Zhen raised his head and looked at Zhang Xuejun with a complicated expression.
This was the rumored son of Marshal Zhang, the cowardly Zhang Xiaojiu who didn't even dare to go out at night?
Who spread the rumor? Stand up if you have the guts! I promise to leave your corpse intact.
"Ninth Young Master, thank you for showing mercy!”
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