Chapter 94: Three Hundred Rounds of Battle

Meng Hu brought the lacquer deuzi, the leopard and more than a dozen soldiers were climbing up the northern foot of the Gufeng. They were about to reach the top of the mountain. Suddenly, two screams came from the top. The leopard's face changed slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "It's Niu Mao and the others!"

"Walk!"

Meng Hu groaned, and his body suddenly accelerated. The grown-up figure instantly turned into a faint black shadow and rushed towards the top of the mountain like lightning. In less than a moment, Meng Hu rushed to the top of the mountain. When his feet fell heavily, he saw that there were already a group of Mingyue Empire soldiers on the top of the lonely peak. When he heard the sound of the wind, the group of Mingyue Empire soldiers also turned their heads one after another.

A majestic figure suddenly came into view, Meng Hu said in surprise: "Yan Changkong!?"

Yan Changkong, who turned around, also saw Meng Hu at the same time. A fanatical fighting spirit suddenly burst out in his eyes, and he said sternly: "Meng Hu!?"

Amid the chaotic footsteps, the group of Mingyue Empire soldiers behind Yan Changkong rushed forward and surrounded Meng Hu. A hint of laughter suddenly appeared on the corner of Meng Hu's mouth. In his eyes, these only 30 Mingyue Empire soldiers were no different from native chickens and tiles. Even Yan Changkong, Meng Hu didn't take it seriously.

"You all retreat!"

Yan Changkong suddenly raised his hand, grabbed more than 30 Mingyue Empire soldiers and retreated in one after another.

Yan Changkong slowly pulled out his battle knife, covered his sword slanted behind him, and said sternly: "Meng Hu, if you have a road in heaven, if you don't go, you will come to hell without a door. Hehe, this nameless lonely peak is your burial place!"

"Haha." Meng Hu laughed at the sky and said sneeringly, "How dare you vent your bad luck?"

Yan Changkong was not angry by Meng Hu's contemptuous tone, but said with a cold expression: "Meng Hu, I really have to thank you. It was because of the last time that this general's martial arts broke through the bottleneck that had not been broken in ten years. Moreover, your cunning made me realize the truth of winning the life on the battlefield!"

Meng Hu was so excited that he hadn't seen each other for a few days. It seemed that Yan Changkong had made great progress.

The warriors in this world can be divided into two categories. One type of people will leave a shadow in their hearts after encountering setbacks. Every time they face the person who has defeated him, they will be timid before the fight. The other type of people will have an epiphany after the setbacks. When facing the person who has defeated him, they will burst out with stronger combat power.

There is no doubt that Yan Changkong is the latter type of person. Because of the last setback, Yan Changkong became stronger.

What made Meng Hu even more impressed was that Yan Changkong's mind was more mature and calmer than last time. From now on, Meng Hu must face up to Yan Changkong's threat.

"Come on, Meng Hu." Yan Changkong slowly raised his sword, pointed at Meng Hu ten steps away from the knife, and said coldly, "Get a move."

Meng Hu did not draw his sword and said calmly: "Yan Changkong, I can defeat you ten times in one go. No matter how many times you break through the bottleneck, I will still be my defeated general!"

Yan Changkong's expression was still cold and still not angry with Meng Hu's words.

The next moment, Yan Changkong kicked the ground with his feet and his whole body was already in the air. In an instant, he flew over Meng Hu's head. Then he held the knife in both hands and slashed down. The sharp sword immediately slashed down fiercely towards Meng Hu's head with the force of destroying the world.

Meng Hu suddenly looked up and stared at the sword that was slashing in front of him.

The next moment, the seven-star sword hanging on his waist had been unsheathed. Meng Hu held the sword in both hands and slashed across the sky. He heard a loud noise. The two swords fought each other. An unparalleled force was pressed down like a huge wave in the long river. Meng Hu groaned and knelt down on one knee. The iron knee pads slammed heavily on the hard bluestone under his feet.

Yan Changkong's sword was not extinguished, and the wild power swelled out wave after wave.

Meng Hu's growing body was crushed to collapse little by little, curling up little by little.

"Crack, Crack..."

Amid the endless explosions, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the big bluestone under Meng Hu's feet, and it was rapidly spreading in all directions with the place where he knelt down as the center.

"Ao..."

A loud and suffocating howling suddenly erupted from the top of the lonely peak. The huge waves rushed into the sky, which shocked the soldiers of the Mingyue Empire who were stopping to watch the battle not far away were floating in the air. They quickly covered their ears with their hands. The howling sounds just started. Meng Hu, who was curled up by Yan Changkong, had suddenly exploded. Yan Changkong's majestic body was bounced away like fallen leaves in an instant.

"Go to die!"

Meng Hu shouted loudly, and shot towards Yan Changkong in the air like an arrow.

The human sword is united!? Yan Changkong's pupils suddenly tightened, and a trace of shock flashed unstoppable in his heart. The next moment, an unprecedented burning heat ignited in Yan Changkong's eyes, and the intense passion was surging in Yan Changkong's chest. So what if he practiced the human sword is united? I, Yan Changkong, can still defeat you!

"drink!"

Yan Changkong shouted in a low voice, and turned the sword horizontally to cover the vital points of his chest and abdomen with a wide knife surface.

In an instant, Meng Hu had already shot with his sword. With a tingling sound, the tip of the seven-star sword had stabbed into the wide surface of Yan Changkong's battle knife. The sword made of fine iron was bent into an amazing arc, but it was tenaciously not broken. The next moment, the bent sword suddenly rebounded, Yan Changkong immediately groaned, and his majestic body had turned backwards.

"Crack, shark..."

Yan Changkong's body, which was turning back, hit the arrow tower not far away, first broke the two main beams that bearing loads, and then the entire arrow tower collapsed, and Yan Changkong was buried below in an instant.

Meng Hu barely landed on the ground, his feet were a little heavier on the ground, and his whole body shot out again.

"Boom!"

Meng Hu's figure was barely shot, and the collapsed arrow tower suddenly exploded, and a large number of broken piles and broken beams shot in the sky. Yan Changkong's majestic body had already shot up from it. The man was in the air, and his feet were kicked in a hurry. More than a dozen broken beams were shot towards Meng Hu with a sharp roar.

Meng Hu smiled grimly, slapped out like lightning on his left palm. The first cut beam shot back at a faster speed and crashed straight into Yan Changkong's vital abdomen. Yan Changkong groaned and stepped out heavily, kicking the cut beam that was shot away. Meng Hu had already kicked away more than a dozen cut beams that he subsequently shot. The two people collided on the ruins again.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

The sound of gold and iron fighting like a storm suddenly echoed in the sky.

The two men fought fiercely from the east end of the lonely peak to the west end, and from the west end to the east end. Leopard, Qi Diaozi and more than a dozen tiger and wolf veterans were barely climbing to the top of the mountain. They saw the light of swords in front of them, and the two figures were entangled together and fighting fiercely. They couldn't help but be stunned. Who is this? He can fight with the general in an indissoluble manner?

Time passed quickly in the fierce battle. When it was getting dark, Meng Hu and Yan Changkong had fought fiercely for more than 300 rounds, but no one could do anything to each other. Meng Hu had tried all his skills, but he still couldn't defeat Yan Changkong. Yan Changkong also tried his best, but he had no choice but to do anything to Meng Hu.

After more than three hundred rounds, Meng Hu and Yan Changkong's physical strength had reached their limits, and they were completely dependent on their tenacious will.

Meng Hu also thought of taking risks like Situ Hao, but doing so was too risky. It was a lucky chance to be able to kill Situ Hao last time, but he was seriously injured. If Meng Hu had to repeat the same trick today, the ending would probably be that he died with Yan Changkong.

Meng Hu is not in a siege now, nor is he desperate. Of course, he will not be stupid enough to fight with Yan Changkong to die together.

"Bang!"

A fierce clash of gold and iron sounded, Meng Hu tried his best to cut Yan Changkong back with one sword, then suddenly raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Okay, stop hitting!"

"What, are you scared?"

Yan Changkong groaned, and after saying that, he couldn't help but look down at the fine iron sword in his hand. He saw that more than a dozen small gaps had broken open on the blade. A hint of regret flashed through his heart. His fine iron sword was also a treasure sword, but unfortunately it was not as sharp as Meng Hu's seven-star sword.

"Scared?" Meng Husen said, "Yan Changkong, don't gild your face."

Yan Changkong said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything," Meng Hu said coldly, "I don't want to waste time. If I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to decide until dark, and I won't be able to fight until dawn tomorrow."

"It's okay if you don't want to waste your time." Yan Changkong said in a deep voice, "As long as you surrender, I promise that you will never hurt your life."

"Snatch me?" Meng Hu suddenly smiled at the sky, "Hahaha, Yan Changkong, do you think I am a person who is willing to surrender? Besides, do you have this ability?"

Yan Changkong was silent. After a fierce battle for a day, he had a deeper understanding of Meng Hu's martial arts.

Thinking of Meng Hu's attempt to kill Situ Biao among the thousands of troops, and then at the end of his journey, Yan Changkong couldn't help but feel a little respect in his heart. When they got along with each other, Yan Changkong thought that he could not do better than Meng Hu. Putting aside their identities, Yan Changkong still admired Meng Hu's courage and martial arts.

"Yan Changkong."

Meng Hu put his sword back into the sheath and said, "You are the first person who can fight me for 300 rounds and never defeat me. I admire your martial arts very much. If it weren't for their own masters, you and I should have become good friends."

Yan Changkong couldn't help but nodded slightly. If it weren't for their own masters, he would have been willing to make friends with Meng Hu.

As the saying goes, literati are inferior to each other, and military people are respectful to each other. When literati encounter someone of similar level to their own, they always feel very unhappy, but when military people meet opponents who are comparable to their own, they always feel sympathy.

Suddenly, a hint of undetectable cunning smile appeared on the corner of Meng Hu's mouth, and he said loudly: "Yan Changkong, I don't want to fight you, so there is no need to fight this fight anymore, but today, you can't just forget about this matter. In order to give you and me an explanation, how about we bet?"
Chapter completed!