"So what about Wang Tianlei, second brother, you block this person and watch me kill the boy from the Meng family."
A strong man who can make a name for himself and has his own title of martial arts is indeed different from ordinary courageous gangsters. Even though he knew that Wang Tianlei's appearance meant that there might be more masters hiding among the knights, he still did not flinch at all.
The third child in Minshan is the beautiful young woman who uses the ghost whip. She has curved eyebrows and eyes like the autumn moon, but she has a solemn aura and says loudly.
At the same time, the long whip, which was dark and shiny with metal, crackled in his hand.
It was originally soft and drooping, but after being infused with special energy, it suddenly became as straight as a sword. When it passed through the void, ripples of black energy appeared, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.
For a moment, it seemed as if the Nine Nether Hells had descended on the world, making this long street look like a ghost.
The black energy surged in with the dual power of corrosion and confusion, layer upon layer, rising as high as a mountain, pressing across, and the shrill roar was accompanied by the power of tearing people's hearts apart for a long time.
The Ghost Whip, whose origin is unknown, is suspected to be a remnant of the evil sect Wangui Sect in the Middle Ages. Of course, in the vast history, much information has been fragmented, and Wangui Sect is a historical cloud and no longer exists. Whether this is really the case, no one can That's clear.
But one thing is undeniable. The Ghost Whip is indeed a powerful whip technique. It can penetrate the ghostly world and penetrate all directions. The person who is hit by it will not only be physically damaged, but also the soul seems to be damaged. Suffering indescribable trauma.
Meng Wen gritted his teeth and held his sword on the horizontal board of the carriage, motionless. He firmly believed that since Wang Tianlei appeared, there must be other masters protecting him.
The next moment, this stubborn guess was verified.
On the black scale horse, a knight's body exploded with a circle of fiery red energy, shattering the armor around him and scattering it in all directions. Then he sat astride the horse and pointed towards the direction of the black energy with one hand. A pinch.
The world in the palm of your hand can turn clouds and rain, which is not enough to describe the domineering, energetic and charming feeling between this pinch.
The terrifying fiery red handprint appeared out of thin air, as if a second sun appeared in the sky. It was extremely hot, and the twisted air flow swirled in the baking void. Wisps of flames scattered to the ground, instantly burning the bluestone to black, and then the big hand did Make the same clenching action as the knight.
The next moment, the shrill ghost mist was crushed by the condensed fiery red hand, and the black mist evaporated rapidly like water vapor.
The whip-wielding beautiful young woman's trick was broken, her face turned pale, she took a step back without leaving a trace, her beautiful eyes were cold,
"Red Flag Order?"
Meng Wen even screamed in surprise, almost crying. The joy and joy in his heart were beyond words.
If Wang Tianlei just gave him a reassurance, then the appearance of this person made him as stable as a mountain, without any worries.
"Third uncle!"
That red flag is as red as flowing fire and blooms like the rising sun. What is it but the Meng family's world-famous Red Flag Order?
Meng Wen also did not expect that his third uncle would demean himself and pretend to be a little knight to protect him regardless of his status. This was really, really, words could not describe the complexity in his heart for a while.
"Haha, Wen'er, don't be afraid. We will deal with these monsters today so that they know that Nan'an is the territory of our Meng family and is not a place where their evil ways can run wild."
The handsome middle-aged Taoist priest Zha Hua snorted coldly. Looking at Meng Hongdao, who was obviously a scholar and a well-educated scholar, but his martial arts style was extremely domineering and powerful, he took the initiative to invite a fight.
"The third son of the Meng family has heard of your name in the early years.
It's a pity that the second child with the highest qualifications and the most potential died young, leaving only you and your eldest brother, two established people who have stabilized the family business and rarely made any moves. Unexpectedly, they could practice such amazing martial arts.
Okay, I am a poor picker of flowers. Today I will use what I have learned to learn the Xuanzhong Golden Gang to teach you the magical skill of the Meng Family's Red Flag Command. "
Having said that, the fly whisk in his hand was pinned behind his waist, and he slapped his long, pale golden palm in the air, and a wave of golden air turned into a half moon and swept towards Meng Hongdao, tearing the earth into pieces with a rumble. Countless dust and debris were splashed from the two halves, and its true energy was condensed and thick, far beyond that of ordinary innate masters.
This is the domineering power of the Xuanzhong Jin Gang. Taoist magical skills have special achievements in Qi training. If this skill can truly train Qi into a Gang, the power of the Jin Gang will be indestructible. At this time, Taoist Zhahua is still far away from this realm. short distance.
To be honest, the so-called techniques of picking flowers and flying leaves, or flicking the whisk with your hands are just some simple applications of the Xuanzhong Golden Gang. For a congenital master, and a famous master like him, his martial arts skills are boundless.
Meng Hongdao smiled arrogantly, this man was worthy of a fight. He patted the black-scaled horse with his hand, jumped up in the air, and shot with one claw. The wind from his claws turned into hundreds of scattered fiery red energy, dissolving the indestructible Xuanzhong Golden Gang. , an understatement, without making any waves.
If the domineering pinch before was strength, then this claw in the air was skill, which fully showed that Meng Hongdao's martial arts strength was by no means ordinary, and it cannot even be said that these were all his martial arts achievements.
Just as Meng Jizu married a daughter of the Confucian family, Meng Hongdao's wife Anhui was also born in Paektu Mountain and belonged to the Holy Land sect. At least it was of great help to Meng Hongdao's martial arts practice.
Just as he was about to speak, several more figures jumped out from the knights and faced the remaining seven monsters of Minshan. They fought fiercely.
Those undressed knights were unable to intervene in such a battle and could only guard Meng Wen closely.
Trying to escape at this time is tantamount to giving those enemies a chance. Only by standing firm can they not expose their flaws.
However, Meng Wen still felt uneasy. If the Minshan boss didn't show up for a moment, he couldn't calm down for a moment.
Suddenly, a hidden figure landed on the top of the carriage where Meng Wen was sitting, as if silently.
Uncle Jinxiu, with a majestic golden crown and thick eyebrows like knives, exuded an aura of boundless domineering. He glanced in two directions and frowned slightly.
When Meng Wen saw this person, his heart finally fell to the ground, and he quickly bowed and saluted,
"The child has seen his father."
Meng Jizu hummed, quite satisfied with his performance.
"You stay here and don't move around. Everything is under control. Just wait for the result.
I'm going to find the boss of the Minshan Seven Monsters. You should be more careful. "
With that said, he jumped up and flew thirty feet into the air, flying a distance of nearly a hundred meters, arriving in an instant.
A waterfall like lava poured down towards a shop. Even though they were so far apart, everyone in the battle circle still felt that the temperature around them had risen sharply, like a furnace. It even made innate masters like them... My blood was boiling, my mouth was dry, and I was even more tired than walking in the desert for ten days and nights. This power was really overbearing.
And in the shop, a ten-foot-long green sword light rose up like a sword, slashing at the waterfall of red flames from bottom to top without showing any signs of weakness. An astonishing battle had begun.
It was a secret place that no one paid attention to but Meng Jizu was slightly aware of it.
An old beggar with a red nose wiped the cold sweat from his face, touched his treasure bag with dirty palms, and muttered,
"My darling, this boy Meng is incredible. He is not far away from reaching perfection in refining the Gang and condensing divine will. Is it possible that the Meng family will have another grandmaster?
It seems that the girl is no match for Meng Xiaozi. No, I have to go and take a look. "
Just after the word "Look" fell, the whole person had disappeared without a trace, and his movement skills were also a mystery.
