"Ah, be careful-" Yan'er was so frightened that she closed her beautiful eyes. The passers-by on both sides showed regretful expressions. Zong Jingxun had a cruel personality. Whenever he took action, he would either die or be maimed.
when--
Zong Jing Falcon's mace did not hit the head of the Ping An soldier, but was blocked by a shield. There was a deafening loud noise. The red-scaled horse was frightened and almost threw the woman away. This made the woman furious and struck out with his sword. The red-scaled horse was beheaded, and the blood instantly stained the street red.
"Ah!" Yan'er exclaimed again. She had never seen such a cruel woman, who would behead her at the slightest disagreement. Passers-by were not surprised by the woman's behavior, but it was unusual for her to refrain from killing. Instead, passers-by became interested in the Heian warrior's shield, which was not broken.
It is true that Zong Jing Falcon has a violent personality, but it is also true that he is born with divine power and strong strength. In Kunmu City, not many people dare to use his mace, but he can't break a shield. If I read it correctly, the shield is only silver. The weapon, Zong Jing Falcon can easily break the gold weapon shield.
What's even more incredible is that the soldier looked a little tired but was not injured. An ordinary soldier, after receiving a blow from Zong Jing Falcon, not only did he not die, but he was not injured? Many people's eyes widened. Even though it was just a casual blow from Zong Jing Falcon, it was enough to prove that this warrior was not simple.
"Zong Jingxun, you've only run two hundred kilometers, are you out of strength?" Zheng Shutong, dressed as a scholar, seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his tone was irritating.
"Zong Jingxun is good at bursting out, but his endurance is a bit weak, understand, understand." The handsome young master Guang Xiaolian made a pun. Suddenly, Zong Jingxun's face darkened, his eyes turned cold, his muscles bulged, and he felt a surge of power. It exploded, and the red-scaled horse could not withstand the force. With a click, all four hooves were broken at the same time, and it fell down. Zong Jing Falcon took advantage of the force and bounced away. In mid-air, the mace fell like a black lightning, which was shocking.
when--
There was a loud noise, and the whole street shook. Zong Jing Falcon flew into the air and looked at the person on the ground in disbelief. It was not the soldier, but a different person. He was short, strong, dark, with a simple face, and was no older than At the age of twenty-five, he took a blow from Zong Jing Falcon's mace with his bare hands.
This man's fists are like brass, emitting a faint light. He sits on a horse with his waist down, giving him a feeling of majesty. The smiles on the faces of Zheng Shutong and Guang Xiaolian disappeared, and their eyes were fixed on this person.
Players on the road also looked at this man with wide eyes. He was dressed the same as other warriors, but could ordinary warriors knock Zong Jing Falcon away?
"Seeking death!" Zong Jing Falcon was really angry and roared. The terrifying aura was like a volcano erupting, and suddenly the wind surged. The shadow of an ancient behemoth appeared above his head, with four legs and two heads, and spikes all over his body. It was extremely terrifying. The mace disappeared, and only a black light could be seen striking the ground.
The ground sank, and the stick seemed to break the earth. Passers-by were frightened and quickly backed away.
when--
The terrible collision sounded again, and the storm swept across all directions. Strong vibrations were felt in several nearby streets. Zong Jing Falcon was once again knocked into the air. His arms were sore and numb, and he almost failed to hold the mace. A huge wave surged in his heart. . When the smoke and dust dissipated, people saw that the warrior was holding a single fist in the sky, with a solemn appearance. His feet sank nearly half a meter. Within a radius of ten meters, the neatly laid rock slabs were covered with cracks like spider webs. .
"Who are you?" Zheng Shutong and Guang Xiaolian stared at the warrior as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They thought that the temporary dressing up was intentional, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. They never believed that this man was just an ordinary warrior.
"I missed it." The complexity in Zhang Wuhe's eyes flashed away. As a master, you should always pay attention to the situation around you. Along the way, her focus was on the earth sword, female archers, scalpers and stone oxen. Others did not pay attention, of course because the Ping An army was all their own. , there is no danger, and there is no need to pay special attention to it, but it also reflects her lack of observation and cultivation.
A truly powerful person should be able to see every detail clearly, knowing everything about them so that nothing unexpected happens.
There was such a powerful member hidden in the Ping An Army. If it hadn't been for this attack, she would never have known about it.
"His name is Niu Shiqi. He was an early member of the Ping An Army. His early performance was ordinary. After practicing the aura eye, his cultivation level increased sharply. It can be regarded as a accumulation of experience." There was a trace of relief in Liu Wei'an's smile. The Ping An Army was established so long ago. Short, just a few years, incomparable to those aristocratic families that have moved for decades or hundreds of years. Most of the members were born in humble beginnings, with low cultivation and no resources. It was extremely difficult to survive in this dangerous World of Warcraft continent.
This has always been the most worrying thing for Liu Wei'an. Finally, good luck came once and he got a spiritual eye. The spiritual eye seemed to be a window opened by God to the Ping An Army. Many outstanding members stood out, and Niu Shiqi is one of them.
"He practices Arhat Boxing, right?" Huo Nanyi interjected.
"That's right." Liu Wei'an nodded. If his subordinates had the opportunity, he would not fight for it. The Arhat Boxing Book was obtained by Niu Shiqi by opening his flesh sac, so it belonged to him.
In this regard, unlike other aristocratic families, what they get must be handed over to the family and then distributed uniformly. Liu Wei'an hopes that the people below will have more opportunities to quickly increase their strength. In this world, strength is respected, and only the strong Only with the strength can one survive.
"Arhat Quan cannot be achieved quickly. What is emphasized is step-by-step. The most important thing is the foundation. If the foundation is not solid, it will not be able to exert its power in the later stages. Many people cannot bear the loneliness and give up halfway. This person's Arhat Quan is implicit and has become the best." This situation is really rare." Huo Nanyi said.
"Miss Huo still has research on Arhat Boxing?" Zhang Wuhe looked at her.
"An elder in my family practices Fuhu Fist and is also involved in other Shaolin techniques. Luohan Fist happens to be what the elder is good at. I often listened to my elders' teachings when I was a child," Huo Nanyi said.
Yan'er knew nothing about martial arts, but she listened very seriously.
"Niu Shiqi, there is no need to hold back." Liu Wei'an saw Zong Jing Falcon's endless third attack, and murderous intent arose in his heart.
"Buddha nods!" After receiving the order, Niu Shiqi's eyes shot out sharp light, and his whole temperament changed, from peaceful and authentic to angry-eyed King Kong. He clasped his hands together and bowed to Zong Jing Falcon.
Buzz——
The world seemed to be smashed to pieces. Everyone felt their chests were hit by a giant hammer, which was extremely uncomfortable. The most painful one was Zong Jing Falcon. Only halfway through the attack, he was hit by a terrible force, which was like a mountain torrent. The pouring force was impossible to resist with human power. He didn't even have time to react and was thrown away. The mace fell out of his hand and he vomited blood in mid-air.
boom!
Zong Jing Falcon fell to the roadside, like a dead dog, his face was sallow, and he couldn't speak at all. As soon as he opened his mouth, a large stream of blood poured out.
