1792: C1792 Come with Me to the Sect

C1792 Come with Me to the Sect

chapter 1792. Come with me to the sect.

centurion, who was in the two armies, was stunned at the same time.

A surprised expression appeared on his face.

This works?

One should know that although they were Captain, they were all at the Saint realm, friar.

How could it be so easy to be cut in half by the enemy?

Especially when the five of them were working together.

How... did he do it?

The remaining four Captain were completely shocked this time.

What they were shocked about was not Zhang Xing's luck, but his strange movement technique.

Was this the Martial Skills of One with the Axe?

It didn't seem like it.

Generally speaking, one with the Sword meant the artistic conception.

But this kid really is' One with the Axe '. Anyone can see that.

"Haha! I see that your goal can't be achieved! Do you still want to continue? "

White Tiger Army centurion said with a laugh.

" Why not? Let's have a good fight today.

The outcome of the battle doesn't depend on that kid, nor on you and me.

We are just one piece on the war chessboard! "

centurion of the Vermilion Bird Army took a deep breath.

"Alright! Let's fight!"

After saying that, the two of them continued to fight.

Compared to the great battle between the million legions, the battle of 10,000 people here was only a small part of it.

The outcome of victory and defeat did not affect the overall situation of the battle.

However, the number of deaths on both sides had already reached the limits of what they could bear.

The sound of the horn signaling the retreat of the troops sounded again.

The four Captain who were surrounding Zhang Xing retreated with hatred. They deeply engraved Zhang Xing's face in their minds.

The next time I meet you, I will take your life!

The four of them swore in their hearts!

Zhang Xing did not care what they were thinking.

Three Captain's heads and more than 200 ordinary Soldiers's heads.

The mission had been completed.

But there were no rewards!

At the very least, he had preserved his position as the acting captain.

There was no rush. He would take his time.

After returning to the camp, Commander Lin Hu Xiao did not bother about Zhang Xing.

Clearly, he had tacitly approved of Zhang Xing's results.

The surviving Captain also had a deep fear of Zhang Xing.

For the next three months, the Front Camp would rest for a few days and fight for a few days.

Only when both sides felt tired did the war end.

Acting Leader and Zhang Xing's reputation had thoroughly spread to both sides.

Their team's vitality was especially tenacious. It was an unkillable team.

Especially Zhang Xing, who was Acting Leader.

They had fought seven times in total.

He had killed twenty-two of Captain of enemy force's men.

An average of three people per battle.

Not a single person in his fifty-man team died.

This was simply a miracle.

Even if many of them wanted to suppress Zhang Xing, it would be impossible.

The message flew to the White Tiger Sect and hilum as if it had grown wings.

"Zhang Xing, come with me to the sect."

On this day, Lin Huxiao appeared in front of Zhang Xing.

This was also the first time he had seen Zhang Xing.

As his name suggested, Lin Huxiao was tall and sturdy, and he had a tiger face.

He had an imposing manner without being angry, and it gave people the feeling that they wouldn't dare to get close to him.

"Greetings, Lord Commander! May I know why you are going to the sect?"

Zhang Xing cupped his hands in greeting. He made it a little more interesting. It was considered a salute to Lin Huxiao.

Lin Huxiao's expression was cold, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

However, his words were still calm and unhurried.

This was a habit that he had developed through years of leading troops.

"Don't ask too much about things you shouldn't know. You'll know when you get there."1

Lin Huxiao said lightly.

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Xing and walked towards his personal war chariot.

One of his trusted subordinates arranged for Zhang Xing to sit on the flying mount at the back.

In the blink of an eye, they left the battlefield and flew towards the White Tiger Sect thousands of miles away.

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