Liang Jun has been in the army for a long time, but now he can't find any fault in the young man's behavior: if there is a person with excellent archery skills left in the confrontation, he will definitely be defeated. Everyone knows the simple truth that it is easy to dodge an open spear but a hidden arrow, but it is raining heavily at the moment, and few people can be so decisive, riding a flying horse towards the archer alone.
What shocked Liang Ze the most was that this poor horse, which looked like a messy coat, was actually as fast as flying fire when it galloped. It only took a moment to breathe, and it was already carrying the young man for less than half of the distance. The speed is not inferior to those of the powerful horses in the homes of Qiling military attachés, and even with enough power, they can actually overwhelm one.
However, at this time of year, Liang Ze naturally did not pay too much attention to the horse. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the equally powerful young man in white on the horse, and in an instant, he shot two more arrows.
These two arrows were no better than the previous ones. Most of the previous arrows were used to suppress people with the intention of locking the young man in the carriage. Therefore, most of them were shot directly into the carriage without too much viciousness. meaning.
The two arrows were different, they shot straight towards Yunzhong's chest and horse's belly, one after the other, extremely cunning and vicious. If Yun Zhong gets out of the way of the arrow that goes straight to his chest, the horse will not be able to take care of it. Ninety percent of the time, he can let this extremely sharp iron arrow cut open his belly and throw the young man above him aside. In this way, the young man will be able to fight before they fight. If Yun Zhong only cares about shooting an arrow into the horse's belly, Liang Jin is almost certain to shoot the young man in flowing white clothes off the horse with one arrow.
Although the archery skills may not be as good as those of the masked man, people in the military camp have never been distinguished by their skills.
Liang Quan, who has been in the army for many years, has practiced killing skills.
Liang Jun was indeed right in his bet. Yun Zhong's riding skills had always been extremely poor, and he was not familiar with horse fighting. He could only manage this beast to avoid falling off the horse, but even so, the horse's pace was still a little slow. Now the two arrows were coming one after another, and the young man had no choice but to push the iron arrow away from his face, and then leaned over to stop the arrow that was heading straight for the horse's belly, but he was naturally unable to respond in time.
But neither the young man nor Liang Zhou expected that the bully would neigh, take a step toward the tip of the arrow, and then jump a few feet high on the flat ground, including the man and the horse.
The horse's hoof is just flush with the arrow fletching.
It's better to walk away with an arrow.
The young man didn't know that when Wu Shuang rented such a carriage from the taxi company, he only paid the price of the carriage and did not rent the horse.
Wu Shuang has always been stingy.
Originally, there were only twenty or thirty steps left between the man and the horse in the pavilion. However, the horse jumped and was already close.
The horse was not saddled.
So Yun Zhong couldn't help but lift his legs and push lightly on the horse's back.
It's like stepping on the back of an old snake in Lihua Village.
So the young man pulled out a long sword from his back, and merged it with the sword in his hand. His Qi flow became smoother and smoother, and the Qiu Lake in his belly also trembled.
Go up the stairs in pairs, go downstairs in pairs.
The heavy rain outside the pavilion was like oil, splashing a pair of sword lights.
The pavilion on the mountain was built by the joint efforts of Qi Ling and the Yizhang garrison back then. The eaves were cut and repaired with rocks rolled down from the mountain. The body of the pavilion is extremely strong, and even the eaves of the pavilion are made of an armful of thick brown locust trees, which is extremely reliable.
The young man cut off the hard eaves of the locust tree with his two swords, and cut off a piece from the side of the pavilion. Still unabated, he sliced off the beam's neck. As soon as the thunderous sword force came out, after the clang sound, the blades of the two long swords were curled up, chopping into the pavilion, and almost breaking the sword bodies.
Going downstairs in one move, Liang Jun just stepped sideways without any hesitation. He pulled out the knife from his waist with his backhand and wiped it towards the young man's neck without any sign of panic. After all, he was a lieutenant colonel in the army who had been fighting life and death with the bandits for several years. His response was unparalleled by others. Although the downstairs move is extremely fast, compared with other moves, it is better at overpowering people with force. Moreover, it moves like stone and fire. Even if it is not very powerful, even the person and the weapon may be cut off at the same time. It is very vicious.
However, this style is difficult to change. It is mostly straight up and down. If there is a slight change, the strength will be weakened by six to seven points, and it will no longer have such huge power. Therefore, Yunzhong has always been unwilling to change this style to other directions when facing the enemy. But he never thought that with one blow, the experienced Liang Xiao would dodge the sword edge, and instead handed him a knife with a rather vicious angle.
The young man quickly turned his sword to return the sword, and the two swords faced each other. For a moment, the remaining maple leaves in the stone pavilion were stirred and danced wildly.
Liang Ze's sword skills are not fancy, they are all aimed at vital points. Although his sword skills are not as concise and free as Tang Bufeng's, he is better than holding two swords, but his sword skills have no tendency to go out of shape. , the swords fought for more than ten rounds, but they became more and more stable.
Even though Yun Zhong was using his swords briskly, they couldn't find any mistakes in a moment. In addition to the fight at night, the two of them were a little careful. After the test, they each stabilized their steps and retreated towards the two sides of the pavilion.
"It seems that the leader of your caravan really doesn't have much money, so he found such a young man to travel around the world." After Liang Ze looked at it carefully, he raised the corner of his mouth and said teasingly, "Boy, at this age, you are not at home with your father. Why are you acting like a coquettish girl, why do you come here to die?" Even so, Liang Ze felt a little horrified in his heart. There are many people in Qi Ling's army who have amazing physical strength at a young age. Most of these generals are entrusted with important tasks by their superiors at a young age, traveling to all directions to improve their skills, so that they can be used in military formations during war.
But the figure and appearance of the young man in front of him, even though he is holding two swords, still retains a certain childishness. Looking at the young man's bun, he looks like the seedlings of countless young people who have seen success in the army, and he can't help but gasp A breath of cool air.
Damn it, grandma, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, he can have such a proficient swordsmanship. If this kid is given a few more years, things will really change in the world.
Hearing Liang Ze's words, the boy just twisted his shoulders, which were a bit sore from the shock just now when he walked downstairs, and replied, "It's none of your business."
The young man really just wanted to kill someone at this moment, so the sound of swords clashing sounded again, even louder than the small thunder in the sky.
The dark shadows wearing fish scale armor at the foot of the slope had already surrounded a dozen men including Lao Lu, but they did not take action. Instead, several people separated and went straight to the stone pavilion.
After all, they have been together for a long time, and these armored men all know Liang Ze's skills, and they have even seen the majestic power of the young man in white who just rode out the sword. Those with such abilities in the caravan were probably the purpose of the masked man's trip, so the six or seven armored figures dispersed and headed straight towards the stone pavilion.
Lao Lu shook the knife in his palm.
Regardless of whether it was the military camp without a bonfire at the bottom of the slope or the array of these armored men, he had already guessed it in his mind.
The palms of my hands were so slippery that I couldn't tell whether it was dripping sweat or continuous rain.
The sword lights up.
