Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 1103 Chase (for subscription)

Hushan is the giant mountain range in Liangzhou, a branch of the Changming Mountain Range. It is hidden in a small county town. In the vast plain area, there are strange peaks protruding. become a forbidden place.

According to the information Meng Zhao learned in Lingwu City, there are indeed many cottages in this Hushan Mountain. Relying on the steep terrain and the method of hiding soldiers in the forest, they have evaded the encirclement and suppression by the government many times and gradually grew.

Among them, there are also several famous and powerful men in the martial arts world, with superb cultivation, who are the mainstays in the mountains, competing against those young heroes from famous families who are willing to fight for justice.

In fact, some of the thieves in the cottage were actually members of the rebel army, and a few strong men with impressive military strength were actually the backbone of the rebel army, belonging to a gang of thieves and bandits.

Meng Zhao's idea was to break into a certain cottage on the outskirts of Nahu Mountain first, to be a raptor crossing the river, subdue the bandits, wait for the opportunity to contact the rebels who pretended to be bandits in the cottage, and then be recruited and then thrown into the army. One of the rebels.

This is a preliminary idea. As for whether it will be successful, I am not very sure. It can only be said to take one step at a time and adapt to the situation.

While walking as if shrinking into an inch, he deduced the action in his mind.

At this moment, his ears trembled slightly, and he heard something through the seemingly silent wilderness plain, so the whole person did not move on, but stopped in place, turned his head, and looked in a certain direction.

Humming, a series of sharp and powerful whistling sounds came from the direction Meng Zhao was looking at. At first they were inaudible, then faintly visible, and then clear and piercing. At the same time, they were accompanied by the sound of trampling the ground and splashing snow .

Soon, Meng Zhao saw a wide carriage pulled by four dragon horses. Under the control of a coachman, it was rushing towards his direction. The snowflakes are particularly eye-catching in this snowy environment.

Meng Zhao's eyesight was astonishing, and even though the distance was far away, he could still see clearly that the carriage must have been ridden by a person of great status, so the materials used were precious and the shape was extravagant, but at this time it was sprayed with red liquid. The edges and corners, as well as the incomplete traces seen from the sword, make it look very dilapidated.

Behind the carriage, there were about dozens of cavalry warriors hanging, each of them brandishing their whips and swords, shouting and cursing non-stop, chasing the carriage, as if they were chasing and killing someone.

Meng Zhao shook his head. Although he didn't know who the two parties were, let alone what enmity they had, the relationship between hunting and being hunted should be certain.

Along the way, he had seen no less than ten similar incidents, but Meng Zhao didn't pay much attention to it.

He is not a nosy person at all, maybe seeing those innocent and miserable people, he will have a little compassion and take care of them, but he doesn't care much about these people in the martial arts who are licking blood.

No matter how many people die, it is actually nothing to this huge Chinese rivers and lakes, not to mention that troubled times are approaching, and it is not known how many people will die in the future. If he is compassionate, he might as well find a temple to become a monk.

With a feeling of separation in my heart, with a single move, I spanned tens of feet and continued to walk forward...

In the distance, the groom of the Liu family was sweating profusely, his face was steaming white, and his face was anxious. He kept swinging the reins with his arms. Relying on his years of driving skills, he managed to make the four dragon horses exert their maximum speed smoothly without sacrificing the speed. As for bumping the carriage, the people inside will suffer.

But the pursuers in the rear couldn't get rid of them all the time, and the injuries on his body were faintly about to explode. If he couldn't think of a way to escape, the last trace of the Liu family's blood would be ruined in his hands.

The groom felt extremely sad and indignant, he felt that the sky had no eyes and the court had no virtue.

Let this family of virtue and good deeds be wiped out, but the villain who has done all kinds of bad things will be prosperous and prosperous, and his martial arts will prosper.

Is it true that good people don't pay for their lives, and that disasters last for thousands of years?

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly saw a shadowy figure in the distance, in the middle of the snow, spanning tens of feet in an instant, almost like the technique of flying, the method of teleportation.

The power of lightness kung fu is far inferior to that of Ximen Qing, the most famous flower thief in Liangzhou martial arts.

Such an expert, with such lightness kung fu, martial arts must be good, or this is the last chance of life for the Liu family.

There was a slight enthusiasm in the coachman's heart, he was a loyal servant of three generations, since the Liu family was destroyed, he already had the will to die for the master, and he didn't care about his own life or death at all.

Even, he is now at the end of his strength, because he is seriously injured, and it is all supported by a Good Fortune Pill from the Patriarch and his own spirit. Death is a matter of time.

The only worry that cannot be let go is the people in the car. Now, if they don't grasp this last possible straw, the Liu family will really perish.

With a thought in his heart, the coachman freed one hand, and pointed at the four horse-riding dragon horses and stabbed them four times.

Under the severe pain, the four dragon horses, who were a little tired from the long-distance travel, suddenly cheered up, accelerated suddenly, and amidst the whistling sound, the entire carriage turned into a shooting star, and rushed towards Meng Zhao in an instant.

The warriors on horseback who were chasing behind were also taken aback when they saw this, but they couldn't see Meng Zhao because they were still some distance away from the carriage and blocked by the carriage frame, so they thought it was the end of the coachman's life that was approaching. , dying.

The leader waved his whip and shouted loudly,

"The other party can't hold on anymore, little ones, follow him closely and catch that little lady. I will reward you a lot."

The other warriors also had the same idea. They also stimulated the mounts under their crotches, accelerated their sprints, and followed closely behind the carriage to avoid being thrown away.

Now it is snowing heavily, snowflakes cover the sight, and the tracks of the wheels are quickly covered by snow. If one is not paying attention, he will be easily lost, so he hangs tightly behind the carriage.

The driver of the Liu family also knew that stimulating the dragon colt in a short period of time could indeed throw off the pursuers, but the dragon colt and BMW were not really fierce beasts. After these days of running around, they were already exhausted, and it was already the final sprint.

However, what he wants is not to get rid of the people behind him, but to catch up with the peerless master in the distance.

However, Meng Zhao's speed was faster than his prediction, and the distance between the two sides did not get closer, but became farther away.

This made the coachman very anxious, but he refused to give up the last straw, so he could only use his internal force to stimulate sound waves and shout at Meng Zhao.

"Advanced people keep their steps, expert people keep their steps, and expert people keep their steps!"

Circles of internal energy visible to the naked eye shattered the snowflakes falling in the sky and spread to Meng Zhao's ears.

Meng Zhao stopped suddenly and turned to look at the coachman.

A murderous intent rose in his heart.

What he wanted to kill was not the pursuers behind him, but the coachman who asked him for help with the intention of causing trouble.

(End of this chapter)