Spring has arrived, and there are still many dead branches in the mountains and forests of the North. The galloping horses' hooves tramp across the dry land, throwing up dust and smoke. The young leaves that sprouted from the branches have not had time to grow, but they are suddenly struck by the sword. Lightly chopped.
There was a roar of horse hoofs, and the purple-decorated war horse jumped out of the forest. Its black mane was like lightning, and it was extraordinary in martial prowess. Its hooves trampled the ground, and it galloped like thunder and roared. This famous horse was the mount of Meng Yuan, the commander of the Jin Yiwei.
Meng Yuan rode a flying horse roaring through the mountains and forests. He was dressed in a silver and black gold robe that was extremely luxurious, with a horned animal embroidered on the chest. This was a first-class bullfighting uniform given by the emperor, which showed his noble status.
Liu Ying rode away from Jue Chen, followed by more than ten people on horseback. They all wore black robes and covered their faces with hoods. They had different weapons in their hands. The evil aura was so overwhelming that the birds in the forest fled in fright.
In front of Meng Yuan, there was another person, also wearing a black robe, but the hood did not cover his face. He only saw a pale mask on his face, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, which made people look weird.
Suddenly, the masked man suddenly reined in the horse's rope, turned around, and charged towards Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan's eyes were indifferent, his left hand was slightly raised, and his true energy was condensed into the palm of his hand. The flash of red light flew out, and there was only a sound of "Bang!", and the masked man and his horse were knocked to the ground. , and after a tumbling motion, there was no sound.
"Uu~!"
Meng Yuan stopped his flowing shadow. It turned out that there was a cliff in front of him. It was obvious that these people had deliberately led him here. At this time, he looked back at the man in black robe and saw that the mask on his face fell off after the man fell to the ground. He showed a frightened and uneasy look of death.
Seeing this scene, Meng Yuan's eyes turned slightly cold, and he turned to the group of black-robed men behind him, among whom suddenly appeared another guy with a pale mask on his face.
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Meng Yuan turned over and dismounted, Liu Ying channeled his spirit, and with a cry, he ran into the forest and hid.
He walked towards the cavalry of dozens of people step by step. He put his left hand lightly on his waist and his right hand behind his back. He looked at the crowd with a calm expression and said: "Qianmian, you are an old man, you can't wait to see me in the past." You hid in the horizon, but you actually have the guts to come out today?"
"Ho ho ho—"
A group of dozens of people on flying horses came forward and surrounded Meng Yuan, and the masked man was among them. He also turned over and dismounted and walked slowly, while letting out a dry and weird laugh.
This masked man is mysterious, but his background is actually quite big. He is one of the two great guardian Dharma Kings of the Xuantian Sect, and is known as the Thousand-faced Dharma King.
He is called a Thousand Faces because, as his name suggests, he has a thousand faces, and it is not just a disguise. Each of his faces represents a brand new identity and a brand new martial arts.
Thousand Faces means countless faces and countless kinds of martial arts. No one knows the true identity of the Thousand-faced Dharma King. No one knows how many kinds of martial arts the Thousand-Faced Dharma King knows. He is like the elusive unknown in the darkness, which may appear anywhere. , and may kill anyone.
"Mr. Meng, do you still think you can escape unscathed now?"
Qian Mian sneered, with a hint of hatred in his words. In his life, he had relied on the skills of Qian Mian Qian Mian to be free and happy. He only suffered a loss at the hands of Meng Yuan. The embroidered spring knife was left on him. The traces left there still seem to hurt to this day.
"Qianmian, I haven't seen you for many years. Your martial arts skills haven't improved, but your tone is quite bad."
Meng Yuan remained unmoved, his eyes calmly scanning the people around him: "The Xuantian Sect has two Dharma Kings, three Demon Generals, and fourteen Dharma Protectors. Oh, there are only twelve of them here today. They are all fancy and fancy. It's good to have a good reputation, but - —Hehe, with these low-lifes, how can you have the courage to challenge me?"
"How brave!"
"presumptuous!"
"Then let Master Meng see how powerful I am!"
Meng Yuan's words provoked several people around him to take action immediately without hesitation. Three people were seen charging out at the same time, one holding a sword, another clapping his hands, and the last one wielding two hammers as if standing on the ground.
Meng Yuan didn't even raise his brows, he flipped his left hand to raise a burst of energy, spread his fingers and pushed out with a palm. There was a "boom" and a red firework exploded between the four of them. The dazzling red light reflected on the The pale faces of those three people.
The three of them fought hard, but the disparity in strength was like a chasm. But in just a short moment, four vortices of infuriating energy flew towards the three of them.
The faces of the three people were bloodless. Fortunately, at the last moment, another man in black came out. He drew circles with his hands, shook his sleeves and robes like a wheel, and turned the true energy that was as red as the blazing sun in front of him, and then withdrew. He moved his hand to the side and moved the whirlpool aside.
The red zhenqi crashed into the forest, stirring up another gust of howling wind. A piece of dead wood was crushed to the ground, and loud and fierce explosions echoed over the forest.
"Youyun, you are old-hearted. I heard that you have practiced your photography skills to the ninth level over the years, which is good." Meng Yuan looked at the man in black and commented slowly.
The person who took action to remove Meng Yuan's palm was Dharma King Youyun, another of the two Dharma Kings of Xuantian Sect.
He also wore a black robe to hide his identity. Hearing Meng Yuan's words, he did not get angry. He just said in an indifferent tone: "Commander Meng's courage is admirable. He knew that we deliberately lured you out, but he still dared to go forward alone. Come."
"I have already said that if you people want to start a fight with me, that is nonsense."
Meng Yuan's calm eyes fell on the leaders Youyun and Qianmian. It was not disdain, but he did not regard each other as opponents at all.
"Where's old ghost Xuantian? He must be over a hundred years old this year. He doesn't want to live in peace, but he dares to come out to the North to cause trouble. Do you think that my Jin Yiwei doesn't exist?"
"Hmph, what a shame! Even if the leader doesn't show up, we can still take your life!"
Qian Mian jumped out and said provocatively: "Old guy, let me learn your sword skills again. More than ten years have passed, I wonder if your embroidered spring sword is still as good as it was back then!"
"as you wish."
Meng Yuan stood still, pulled out the Xiu Chun Dao from his waist, and slashed it down. The zhenqi wrapped around the blade. In an instant, the several-foot-long sword fell on the top of Qianmian's head, and the red zhenqi It turned into lightning and passed through it, roaring like a punishment from heaven.
Qian Mian stood in a stance with both legs on horseback, holding up his palms, and the muddy Zhen Qi withstood the knife. When the two intersected, a terrifying ripple of Zhen Qi immediately appeared in the air, and the surrounding people were surrounded by Qian Mian. The masters of Xuantian Sect were all forced to retreat.
"Drink——!"
Qian Mian shouted angrily, and struggled to lift the Dao Gang up a few inches with both palms. Immediately, he heard a burst of red thunderous roar, and the Dao Gang suddenly became violent, and in an instant, the mud-like Qi was stirred to pieces. , smashed Thousand Faces into pieces of meat in the blink of an eye.
Meng Yuan slowly sheathed the knife, glanced at the broken corpses on the ground, shook his head and said, "That's all you have at pretending to be a ghost."
Among the masters of Xuantian Sect, a Thousand-faced Dharma King wearing a pale mask appeared from nowhere. He stood up again, his voice was a little weaker, and he said in a somewhat fearful tone: "Well, you Meng Yuan, your sword skills are still as sharp as before."
"I have nothing to say to you. Please call that old ghost Xuantian out quickly."
Meng Yuan's voice was slightly cold, and the Xiuchun knife that had been sheathed was half unsheathed again. A terrifying pressure like the king of beasts fell on the heads of Xuantian's masters, and everyone felt a chill on their backs.
During this tense confrontation, a goshawk's cry suddenly came from the sky. Meng Yuan raised his eyes slightly and saw a snow-white falcon circling and screaming in the sky.
The white eagle hovered for a moment, and then slowly fell. Meng Yuan's eyes followed the eagle, and saw that it finally landed on the shoulders of a person. The person stood on the towering treetops, his whole body hidden in a Under the wide golden black robe.
"Old ghost Xuantian, you are finally willing to show up."
(End of chapter)
