Mo Rigen was horrified that Montaigne actually chose the far side at the expense of the near. Was he the first one to capture him?
He had no time to think, so he could only hurriedly dodge the Half-Moon Dao Gang, but Montaigne had already arrived, and the Daguan Dao was raised high, and it fell suddenly from a distance of five feet.
This sword was like a giant blade descending from the sky, coming towards the head and face with the roaring wind.
As everyone screamed, Mo Rigen's hair stood on end. He could no longer dodge. He could only grit his teeth and raise the bronze bow, trying to withstand the sword.
However, with this sword, Montaigne burst out with real power, at least the power of a peak martial saint.
Kuang Ba's sword slashed down with force, and the copper bow with a thick wrist was broken immediately, and the head of the war horse under Morigen's crotch was also divided by the sword.
Morigen was hit head-on by the knife, and his whole body flew backwards. Fortunately, he was not stupid. The moment the sword burst out, he already realized that something was wrong. Rather than resisting, the brass bow was more about taking advantage of the force and retreating wildly, even abandoning his own horse.
It was precisely because of this that he was lucky enough to save his life, but a wound more than a foot long appeared on the left side of his chest. Blood spattered and Mo Rigen screamed and fell into the dust.
With one blow, Morigen was defeated.
At this moment, Montaigne was like a black devil. The man on horseback stood up, turned around, and rushed towards Du Lun who had just woken up. He slashed away three arrows with his sword. In an instant, Montaigne was in front of Du Lun, and struck horizontally with his broadsword. , with one blow, the Du Lun company and their horses were shot away. Du Lun also let out a scream and couldn't get up after falling to the ground.
Khulege was really shocked. He never expected that a Chinese man could be so brave. He had already defeated two great vulture shooters in a flash of lightning.
The next moment he saw Montaigne rushing towards him, he felt fear in his heart and flew back involuntarily.
Of course, the speed of the war horse could not keep up with the speed of the Martial Saint. Unexpectedly, Montaigne abandoned the war horse and jumped into the air. His big cloak flew in the air like a dark cloud, and the big sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt rising from the dark clouds, slashing in the air.
Fierce and domineering, Huleg immediately felt an irresistible feeling.
Subconsciously, he shouted loudly, and his desire to survive made him burst out at an unprecedented speed. He almost teleported and retreated thirty feet away, barely able to avoid the sword that opened the sky.
But the entire earth was cut with a crack of twenty feet long by this sword.
Huleg was still in shock. Before he could see the other party clearly from the dust, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming and rolled him backwards. He screamed loudly in fright.
The next moment, he saw Montaigne's indifferent and deep eyes from the dust, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the throat.
A terrifying feeling of suffocation came, and Huleg subconsciously strangled Montaigne's forearm with two swords.
However, he was blocked by the armor on Montaigne's arm and did not hurt the opponent at all. However, as the opponent increased his strength with one hand, the huge feeling of suffocation made his vision darken and his whole body lost strength.
Then, he felt that the world was spinning, and then his head buzzed and he lost consciousness.
The whole place was silent, and the onlookers were all stunned and speechless. In an instant, the Chinese warrior killed three great martial saints with one blow and in just a few breaths. The last one was pinched by the neck and whipped around, and was knocked unconscious on the ground.
The general in black armor was too domineering, but his eyes were so calm. He had already turned around and stared at the other two people. His calmness and good fighting skills moved everyone.
What a calm and brave general Montaigne!
The four kings were also extremely shocked. They knew that Jiang Fan would be very strong, but they did not expect that they would be so powerful. Could there be huge changes in this one-man battle?
Morigen and the other three were hurriedly rescued, but Montaigne had already mounted his horse again, stood in a triangle with Battle and Qi Sha, who had just separated, and restarted the confrontation.
Everyone fell silent for a moment. What just happened was so shocking.
"This is... the Gale Knife!" Someone in the crowd suddenly let out a low roar. It was obvious that this was an expert who knew the goods, or maybe a strong man who had fought against the Meng family.
"He is a descendant of Meng Ao!" someone else said.
For a time, countless eyes turned to Montaigne. Even though he was an enemy, Montaigne's performance still won the admiration of the barbarians who advocated bravery.
"Is he Montaigne, the undefeated descendant of the Meng family?"
"We are at the border and have not defeated the Meng family head-on."
"This man is very powerful, I admire him. In the future battlefield, I will kill him with my own hands!"
"The terrible Meng family will be a great threat to us!"
There are all kinds of voices.
King Hunxie's expression was filled with surprise and endless gloom: "Fengchen...did you expect that?"
The tall knight was also slightly moved, but then he didn't mean it.
"Jiang Fan is cunning. It's not surprising that his men are cunning. My people have analyzed him before the war. He probably has the strength of a high-level martial saint."
"He is a peak martial saint, stronger than ordinary peaks. It seems that half of his feet have already stepped into the realm of the great saint." King Hunxie has a very keen eye.
Fengchen sneered: "So what, my people are genuine great sages."
King Hunxie's expression changed: "You are less than thirty years old, but your cultivation level is so unbelievable?"
Feng Chen proudly said: "My Feng family has many talents and talents, and this person's qualifications are astonishing. He has already entered the Great Sage Realm at the age of twenty-eight."
King Hunxie shook his head: "No, no, Fengchen... your person is not a normal great sage... there is something weird..."
Feng Chen glanced at him: "The Great Sage is the Great Sage, just watch."
King Hunxie's triangular eyes shimmered, as if he was thinking about something.
Battle stared at Montaigne with his eyes wide open. Montaigne, this Chinese general is actually hiding his clumsiness! He has the strength of a peak martial saint!
Battle put away his contempt in an instant and solemnly raised his mace and stared at his opponent.
Qi Sha, on the other hand, clicked his tongue and exclaimed: "Montaigne... As expected, you are a peak Martial Saint, and you are hiding very deep, but that's where you stop."
As he spoke, the six flying swords returned to their positions and reassembled with the seventh sword in his hand to form a five-foot giant blade.
Although there were only three people left, the atmosphere on the battlefield was even more depressing than before.
Knowing each other's strength, the three of them put their best foot forward.
Battle had a powerful aura, and a giant black wolf appeared faintly behind him, roaring up to the sky. As expected, he has the capital to be proud, and his true energy has already been condensed at a young age.
Montaigne's coat was flying in the air, and there were strong winds sweeping around him, as if a tornado was reaching the sky and the earth where he was. This is the unique skill of the Meng family of the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is also the special sword skill of the Qin army's battle formation - the Great Wind Sword.
Qi Sha was filled with a strange evil aura, dark green clouds were billowing behind him, and there were faint roars and howls of fierce ghosts.
"There's something wrong with this person..." Jiang Fan stared at Qi Sha, his pupils shrinking.
He felt the familiar aura and stared at the strange sword combination in his hand. Jiang Fan once again thought of a person - the Seventh Elder of Taihua, Seven Kills!
Yes, this breath is very similar! The weapons in his hands are even more identical!
