But when Lu Bai turned around, what greeted him was not teasing laughter.
Instead, it was a spear that pierced straight towards Lu Bai's front. The spear made no sound at the moment it struck.
The tip of the spear reached Lu Bai's head in just a moment, and it seemed that it could pierce Lu Bai's head in an instant.
With this level of stabbing, even if Lu Bai's body was twice as hard, he would still be pierced.
This group of people had obviously seen the scene of Lu Bai pulling the horse from a distance before. Knowing that Lu Bai was not easy to mess with, they used frivolous words to relax Lu Bai's vigilance, and then silently killed him in an instant.
If it were another person, I'm afraid he would really have been tricked.
"It's a pity that these are all leftover from your Grandpa Lu's fun!"
Lu Bai tilted his head, and the spear grazed along Lu Bai's neck, and was then clamped by his neck.
At the same time, a stream of water arrows was spit out from his mouth.
The man who was riding a horse and stabbing with a spear wanted to swing the spear in his hand, but he only felt a tightness. Then a slightly fragrant breath hit his face, and his eyes and nose hurt, as if he had been punched directly. middle.
Then he felt the power of a giant beast coming from the spear in his hand. The gun he had held for ten years just left his hand.
A whistling sound sounded, and he was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound of a spear waving.
He had practiced shooting since he was a child. In the first ten years, he had achieved some success in shooting and became a slightly famous master at that time, so he switched to this long gun made by a famous master.
From now on, the gun never leaves the body, and the gun never leaves the hand.
It was only five years later that he felt that his ability to use guns could not be improved.
So from then on, he began to specialize in silent guns. The spears were thrust out quickly without making any sound.
It seems like I haven’t heard this kind of whirring gunfire for a long time.
"I seem to have lost something..."
With his head flying up, Lu Bai swung his spear to shake off some blood stained on it, then turned his hand and stabbed into the body of another person next to him.
"Ah!" Then Lu Bai shouted angrily, using both hands hard, the spear raised a round arc, and the person on the horse was then picked up and hit another person.
In this way, the formation of the cavalry team was thrown into chaos. While the horses were frightened, they stepped back and lifted up the third young master with one hand. The other hand held the spear across the body. The tip of the spear was thrust downward into the ground, and then turned and raised.
Sand, gravel, mud and snow are flying like the sharpest hidden weapon.
Lu Bai left the young master aside, straightened his spear, and his eyes gradually became intense.
"dismount!"
Someone shouted that the horse was frightened, which in this case would have been a hindrance.
These people can be considered brave and brave, and cannot be compared to ordinary people.
You know, in the Black Tiger Village, Lu Bai only killed five or six people out of twenty or thirty fighting forces, and the opponent was already defeated.
The remaining ones begged for mercy, ran away, and even rebelled, causing Lu Bai's behavior to change from fighting to massacre.
But now this group of about ten people, after Lu Bai killed three of them first, the remaining ones did not chase their horses and run away, but dismounted and continued fighting. This is already remarkable.
Lu Bai also admires this kind of person with a firm will to fight.
Lu Bai doesn't know how to use a gun. He basically uses it as a stick. Of course, it's essentially still a powerful weapon to fly bricks.
You know some basic routines, and the rest is just a matter of throwing it over hard.
The same goes for Lu Bai's boxing skills.
Lu Bai had also practiced those so-called boxing routines, and then he realized that he was not suitable for that kind of thing.
Modern boxing techniques have been refined from generation to generation, and most of them are actually based on sophistication.
One move after another, how to exert force and energy, how to maximize the effectiveness of one force and one force.
But there is nothing we can do about it. There is no extraordinary power in modern society. Although there is a talent gap between people, as long as they master the correct methods and are willing to exercise seriously, the physical gap will not be too big.
There are not many people with extraordinary talents like Lu Bai, so most people can only pursue skills.
Then practice to the extreme and achieve something magical.
Lu Bai has no talent in technical matters, so he doesn't pursue any skills. He relies on his physical fitness and doesn't care what his routine is, just beat him.
Of course, Lu Bai's talent is pretty good when it comes to fighting.
Talent is different from talent. Talent is something you are born with, just like Lu Bai's energy and blood are like a dragon. Talent needs to be realized. How to realize it?
"Of course it's a battle!" Lu Bai rushed forward with his gun in hand.
Those people also dismounted, and then communicated briefly and quickly.
"This is Blood Monk Lu Bai, a master of external martial arts!"
"Don't let him get close, keep the distance!"
Lu Bai advanced, and they retreated, but their eyes remained fixed on Lu Bai.
The scene suddenly became a little funny, like a group of crabs, hunched over, their upper bodies motionless, but their lower bodies moved left and right according to Lu Bai's movements.
A group of people drew traces in the snow.
It's just that underneath this comedy is a battle between heart and spirit.
Warriors are also human beings, and no one has a body made of steel and iron, at least not yet.
If you are hit, you will be injured, if you are stabbed, you will die.
Lu Bai could resist some punches, kicks and sticks, but he still had to dodge when he encountered sharp weapons.
In this case, it is necessary to find the opponent's opportunities and flaws in constant movement.
You need to be careful every time you take action, otherwise the next moment will be fatal.
In this kind of battle, the mental pressure is great and the spirit must be highly concentrated.
Originally, the people on the other side had the advantage. There were many of them, and Lu Bai had to pay attention to more things.
On Lu Bai's side, on the other hand, he only has one person. So many pairs of eyes staring at him can bring great pressure to him.
But as the stalemate continued, Lu Bai seemed to be getting more and more excited, and the smile on his lips became brighter and brighter.
He didn't seem to feel any pressure, or he seemed to be enjoying the pressure brought by this life-and-death battle.
Affected by that smile, I was in a trance, and my steps were messed up.
It was at that moment that Lu Bai moved.
There was a bloody aura floating around his body, like a swimming dragon or an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
Blood-burning magic!
The spear opened the way, and then the body moved forward fiercely.
The opponent's pace was messed up, and the originally maintained formation was also a little messed up.
The spear pierced the opening and separated the crowd, followed by a roar.
The next moment, Lu Bai's figure had arrived in front of him, and the bloody shadow occupied everything. He instinctively raised his knife to chop.
But I felt empty in my hands, and it felt wrong!
No! It’s not that the feel is wrong! But the hand is wrong!
The moment he fell, he saw his twisted limbs.
As the ground was trampled, new things were mixed into the mud and trampled snow.
