Thompson was running, his speed was extremely fast, his figure was like a ghost. In the eyes of the Ming soldiers who were aiming at him, he was like a ghost emerging, sometimes high and sometimes low. Although the gunshots were loud, no shot could hit him. Qin Feng shook his head repeatedly. These soldiers still lacked the experience of dealing with martial arts masters. When dealing with such guys, they needed to aim, which was a round of covered shooting, and there were bullets flying around in front, back and left and right. No matter how good you were, you would always have to get a few shots.

This is the reason why the so-called random punches kill the master.

If you want to aim at him, you have to lock him first, but the next moment you locked him, he has already left your gaze again. There are still a few such officers in the Tiger Army. Although they are not as good as Thompson, they are not bad anymore. Qin Feng looked at the other party's figure and compared it in his mind. If you use the Eastern Continent to tie Thompson up with the level of warriors, it is probably a level above level nine. No wonder he can independently command an army under Danxi.

But that's it. There were only a few people who could pounce on them. They followed their army. Under the continuous shooting of the Ming Dynasty Style 1, they kept falling down and the charge road was covered with the corpses of the Tiger Dynasty army.

Thompson roared and looked at the Ming army's shield formation that was close to him. He was still lying on the ground, kicking his feet hard on the ground. He shrank behind the shield and bumped heavily like a cannonball.

With a rumbling sound, the shield formation of the Ming army suddenly dispersed. Thompson curled up and connected several rolls on the ground, avoiding the poked bayonets. He rose up in a group, rotated drippingly, forcing several soldiers to break out, and slashed the huge axe heavily, and immediately chopped a spearman who rushed up to the ground without hesitation.

Following the gap that Thompson broke, several officers from the Tiger Dynasty came in. Unlike Thompson, they stood above the gap and slashed left and right, trying their best to expand the gap.

But in just a short time, several Ming officers rushed over and blocked them. With Guan Zhen's order, the entire Ming spear formation suddenly moved forward for more than ten steps, making room for the few people who were fighting.

Only Thompson was still rushing forward, and the people in front of him basically had no one-union enemy until Guan Zhen appeared in front of him.

Guan Zhen was extremely angry when he was killed in the formation and killed several people in a row. He picked up his big sword. Like the knife that Qin Feng often brought with him, this sword was the standard weapon in the Old Death Camp. Although he used the sword less and less now, they were reluctant to leave these old friends who had been with them for many years.

Accompanied by the roar, Guan Zhen held the long hilt in both hands and slashed it hard.

Thompson held the shield in one hand and directly met the big knife. With a sharp shock, Guan Zhen retreated backwards, and a long crack immediately appeared on the shield in Thompson's hand.

Thompson did not pause at all, and rushed forward again with his broken shield. At this moment, he was in the Ming army formation. He knew very well that once he paused, he would immediately be squeezed into the Ming army's activity space. As long as he limited his range of activities, even if he had great skills, he would not be able to use it.

Although the Mingren officer who had just stopped him was forced back by himself, it was not much worse. Once he could not kill this person quickly and was entangled by him, it would be troublesome. So he could not use force to remove his strength, and could only bear it, and he had to continue moving forward. On the contrary, although Guan Zhen looked a little embarrassed, he took advantage of force to retreat without any damage. Instead, Thompson, who was even more powerful, suffered some secret injuries under this blow.

"Guan Zhen, let him come over, you go and command the army to fight!" Guan Zhen was about to meet him, and suddenly a little excited voice came from behind him.

"As for the order." Guan Zhen looked at Thompson who was rushing toward him with hatred. His whole body had already flashed to one side. The Ming troops behind him flashed to both sides. In front of Thompson, a smooth road immediately appeared. On this side of the road was him, and on the other end was the high-flying sun and moon flag. Under the banner, a middle-aged man in a light yellow dress was looking at him with his hands behind his back, and was looking at him with interest. Next to the middle-aged man, a big knife was inserted downwards to the ground.

Thompson took a deep breath, the enemy was challenging him.

He turned around and his face was a little tragic. The gap he had just opened had been re-sealed by the Ming army. The officers who followed him in were nowhere to be seen. They had obviously been killed by the Ming people. In front of the Ming army's central army, the originally dense formation of subordinates who followed him to attack had only been sparse formations left. Although they were still shouting and running forward, their fate was already destined.

Turning his head to look at both sides, although it still looks evenly matched, as long as the Mingren solves the problem in the middle, it will be a matter of time before his wings collapse.

He turned his head and looked into the distance. On the ridge, his deputy and his reserve team were walking down the mountain. He was obviously preparing to follow him to launch an attack.

He took out a horn from his arms, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard. The horn's sound was very low, with an endless bleakness and a deep feeling.

Qin Feng did not stop him, but tilted his head to look at the opponent.

With the sound of Thompson's horn, the reserve team of the Tiger Dynasty, which was moving downward on the ridge, stopped and became hesitant.

Thompson's horn sounded again, but this time it was extremely rapid.

The army on the ridge suddenly turned around with the rapid sound of the horn, climbing towards the top. After a moment, their figures disappeared behind the hillside.

The Tiger Dynasty troops on the left and right wings heard the sound of the horns. Their reaction made Qin Feng, a veteran who had been on the battlefield, look at them with admiration. Their back team turned around, spread their legs, and began to run towards their starting point, but they had no intention of retreating with the soldiers fighting the Ming army on the left and right wings. Instead, they burst into shouts and pushed forward desperately.

"It is worthy of being the army that swept across the Western Continent. It is indeed brave and beyond my expectations." Qin Feng said softly: "If it weren't for the advantage of weapons, it would be an unknown number of who would win or who would lose in this battle."

Guan Zhen did not ask Qin Feng what to do. As a veteran who had been out of the Old Death Camp for more than ten years, he already possessed all the qualities a general should have. Faced with such a scene, he naturally would not let it go. With a command, the Ming army in the central army immediately began to advance forward, running while raising his gun to start shooting the soldiers of the Tiger Dynasty who were facing their backs.

In a blink of an eye, under the Daming Sun and Moon, only Thompson and Qin Feng were left. As for the reserve team behind the Ming army, they did not move at all.

Thompson did not look back at his escaped troops. If he was defeated, he would be defeated. How much could he escape was their life.

"Thank you for giving me a fair fight." He put the shield and axe aside, stroked his right hand and bowed deeply, "Dare to ask for the name of the surname."

Qin Feng scratched his head, and he could just have a little bit of fur when it comes to the language of the Tiger Dynasty. His opponent seemed to be asking his name, and he smiled, "Qin Feng!"

Thompson suddenly took a step back. He naturally knew the name Qin Feng, which was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. He never expected that he would actually meet the other emperor here. At the same time, he also felt a sense of joy in his heart. Whether it was life or death, this battle was enough for him. Being able to die at the hands of the emperor of an empire was also a kind of glory. Of course, if he won, it would be better.

Even if you win, the final outcome will be death.

He bent over and lifted the broken shield and the axe.

"Please draw your sword." His eyes fell on the big sword that Qin Feng stuck on the side.

Looking at the other party's gaze, Qin Feng laughed, "Are you sure you want me to draw your sword?"

Thompson stepped forward, protecting his body with a shield, and lifted his giant axe, but his eyes were unwavering.

Qin Feng shook his head with a smile, and held the hilt of the knife with one hand.

Just as Qin Feng held the hilt, Thompson roared and rushed over like lightning, protecting his body with a shield, and slashed down heavily with a big axe.

A flash of sword light in the air.

A large bunch of soil flew high with the drawn knife, and with a slight sound, the shield was easily cut in half, and the sword fell on Thompson's head, splitting his helmet, but hovered above his head.

The shield that turned into two halves fell to the ground with a bang, and the helmet, which was cut into two pieces, then fell to Thompson's feet with a bang.

Qin Feng looked at Thompson jokingly, "Now, do you still think I need to draw my sword?"

As he spoke, Qin Feng put the knife back, inserted it to the ground exactly like before, and patted his hands, "Come on, brave general, let me see the martial arts of the Western Continent."

At this moment, Thompson already understood the huge gap between him and the other party, but the other party's contemptuous attitude still angered him. He held the axe with both hands and pounced on him.

The shadow of the axe circled and kept slashing and cutting around Qin Feng. Several times Thompson even collided with Qin Feng, but Qin Feng only used one kick as the axis, left or right, front or back. Thompson used all his strength and did not touch the corner of the other party's clothes at all. Instead, Qin Feng was tapped on the axe with his fingers from time to time.

"It can be faster."

"You can't use your strength to be old. If you do this, you can't exert your strongest combat power to your fullest."

"You must be calm. Facing a powerful enemy, you can only lose faster."

Thompson didn't want to hear it at all, but those words still drilled into his ears clearly, which made him seem to be back to the scene where his teacher taught him a lesson as a teenager.

He was ashamed and annoyed as he simply threw away the axe in his hand, opened his hands, hugged Qin Feng, and while pounced on him, he even opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of saliva towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng frowned, and this time he finally moved the foot that he had not moved, and slapped it out with a casual palm. Thompson immediately felt that his strength was lost and he fell to the ground like a mud.
Chapter completed!