Shenlong Baibian is mainly based on body and footwork, as well as body protection. Naturally, he also has basic attainments in leg skills.
Under the sweep, like wind and clouds gathering together, the general trend is surging, and the world seems to be shaken by the power of this whip leg.
The invincible and overbearing power directly kicked the master wielding the Plum Blossom Knife into a ball of blood and sprayed out.
When the blood mist splashed towards Meng Zhao, it was blocked by the air dragon flowing out of his body. It seemed like it fell on oil paper, and quickly gathered together and fell to the ground. On the other hand, Meng Zhao himself was not stained at all. , clean.
At this time, the master who wielded the broad sword before saw this, and his eyes were about to split, because he and the swordsman who wielded the plum blossom sword were close friends. They depended on each other for life and death, and they had been inseparable for many years.
Now that the other party died tragically under Meng Zhao's legs, without even a body intact, how could he not avenge him?
Therefore, he rushed to Baihui angrily, not caring about the difference in strength between them. He abandoned the broken sword, kicked off his horse, flew away from the horse, and rushed towards Meng Zhao, intending to kill him.
Look at his fists with both hands, which look like a wild lion, full of hatred, and his punches are like hammers, fierce and terrifying, as if he is going crazy.
It seems to be intimidating, but without the broad sword, the physical strength can only be used to about half a million.
He was not Meng Zhao's opponent in his heyday, but now that he doesn't have the weapon at his disposal, what does Meng Zhao have to fear?
Therefore, they also rushed up, and the two of them fought in mid-air, with hammer and iron fists, and the afterimages were so heavy that it was dazzling. The muffled thumping sounds and the sound of gas explosions were continuous, like setting off firecrackers.
After the two sides were shaken again and fell back on their respective horses, Meng Zhao stretched out his reins and continued to charge towards the warriors behind him without looking back.
But the warrior of that year who was fighting against Meng Zhao had his arms bruised with blood and flesh, a strange hole in his chest, and his eyes were extremely gloomy. His arms were actually broken, and his chest was punched through by the iron fist. Following in the footsteps of his good brother.
If before, Meng Zhao was just a guy with a good reputation and no knowledge of Kungfu to the warriors, then at this moment, after experiencing a series of fierce battles, Meng Zhao killed their fellow warriors like he was chopping melons and vegetables. Let the remaining warriors feel the slightest fear.
It’s no wonder that these people are afraid. They are all martial arts practitioners. They practice Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer. They practice hard. They have their own concerns and confidence in martial arts. Who would have expected that they would be so vulnerable. ?
They are both acquired warriors, but the gap is too big, which makes many people doubt whether Meng Zhao is already an innate warrior. Otherwise, how could he have such terrifying combat power?
Therefore, although Meng Zhao is only one man, he is running towards them on horseback, but he is as powerful as a thousand troops, which is really scary. A cowardly and weak-willed person may even have plans to retreat.
And this change of scene also affected Lei Yaoyan, who was fighting fiercely with Zhu Guangxi.
Speaking of the battle between Lei Yao and Zhu Guangxi, the momentum was really huge, the light and shadow effects were excellent, and the fierce battle in the sky and on the ground vividly demonstrated the outstanding combat power of the innate warriors.
However, after a long battle with no success, it really meant that the thunder was louder than the raindrops.
To be precise, neither of them used their full strength. Their purpose was just to contain the other and prevent each other from intervening in the battle between warriors the day after tomorrow.
This is because there is no need to fight each other to the death. They have neither enmity nor resentment. Of course, they are not willing to take risks and fight to the death with each other. Being able to hold the other side out of the battle is their purpose.
Therefore, Lei Yao had the opportunity to spy on Meng Zhao's side of the battle, but it didn't matter. He almost lost his breath and tilted his nose. He felt that all the warriors he had brought were nothing but food and wine bags and could not be used for much purpose.
It turned out that he was confident that he would entangle the innate masters who protected Meng Zhao. With so many warriors under his command, he would be able to overwhelm the crowd and capture or kill Meng Zhao. In short, he would not return empty-handed.
However, what he did not expect was that these tough and brave men he had selected were no different from sheep when faced with Meng Zhao riding alone. They could only kill others, so how could they ever kill others?
If it continues like this, it is impossible for him to continue to struggle with the coffin flesh. The helpers over there have been dispersed by Meng Zhao's people.
In the end, he himself was surrounded by people.
He immediately used some of his true strength to get rid of Zhu Guangxi and shot Meng Zhao to death himself.
However, his plan had been seen through by Zhu Guangxi a long time ago, so he switched from defense to offense and fired with his fingers, whizzing like a laser, suppressing Lei Yao's arrogance and making him unable to move.
Lei Yao had no choice but to deal with Zhu Guangxi while shouting,
"Kill Meng Zhao, and I will personally recommend to the head of the family whoever takes his head, and promise him a bright future."
The head of Lei Yaokou's family is the contemporary Beining Hou Lei Wanche. He is known as the Tiger of Northern Xinjiang. He is a brave and powerful man. His grandmother is from the Beitang royal family, and she can be regarded as having the blood of the royal family.
He is not only a noble lord, but also one of the big bosses of Jizhou's military. He is a third-rank Pingyuan general and is responsible for most of the military power of the South Third Battalion. He is one of the few strong men in Jizhou who can compete with or even slightly suppress Meng Jizu.
If Lei Yao could personally recommend him to Beining Hou Lei Wanche, it would be like a grass chicken turning into a phoenix, and a loach turning into a real dragon.
To put it bluntly, most of these individual warriors are hanging around in the rivers and lakes, and they may lose their lives one day. If they follow the Marquis of Beining, there will be too many ways in the future. They can be generals, or they can be sent to take charge of the Marquis's mansion. The established Jianghu power can also directly join the army to strive for fame and fortune, and it is supported by the banner of the Lei family. Smooth sailing is not enough to describe it. If you make great achievements, you will not be swallowed up by others.
As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. The remaining warriors were immediately persuaded, and their originally scattered and fearful emotions were calmed down. Instead, they all looked at Meng Zhao with fierce eyes.
I just feel that this is not a person, but my future.
They are all murderous people who lick blood from the knife edge to eat, so who can they be afraid of?
And after all, they have a large number of people. Even if a few die, it will not affect the overall situation. If they can swarm up instead of losing their lives one by one and being defeated one by one, the chance of winning is still very high.
When there was a smart and thin warrior who raised a short sword and shouted loudly,
"I don't know how to ride. Fighting on horseback is like binding one's hands and feet. Dismounting to fight with him.
They rushed forward, not believing that he had three heads and six arms. "
This person should have a small reputation among this group of warriors. Not to mention the response, many warriors on horseback dismounted and gathered with their companions, staring eagerly at Meng Zhao, who was galloping in alone.
Meng Zhao didn't take it seriously. If there was a warrior like Tan Cai'er in this group of warriors, they might be able to compete with him or even seriously injure him. But these rotten fish and shrimps were just a dream.
