Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 297

"So what about Wang Tianlei, second child, you stand in the way of this man, 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 is indeed different from the general courageous bandits. 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 in the slightest.

The youngest child in Min Mountain is a beautiful young woman who can make ghosts whip her, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes like autumn moons, but she has a terrifying aura and said loudly.

At the same time, he flicked the long black whip with metallic luster in his hand.

It was originally soft and drooping, but after being infused with special qi, it suddenly became straight like a sword. When it passed through the void, there were waves of black air ripples and howling ghosts and wolves.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Nine Nether Hell had descended on the world, making this long street look like a ghost.

The black air surged with the dual power of corrosion and confusion, layer upon layer, rising like a mountain, pressing down horizontally, and the mournful roar was accompanied by the power to tear people's hearts for a long time.

Torch Ghost Whip, the origin is unknown, suspected to be left over from the evil sect Wan Guimen in the middle ages, of course, in the vast history, many information has been fragmented, Wan Guimen is even more like a cloud of history, it no longer exists, whether it is really the case, no one can say Can tell.

But one thing is undeniable, the ghost whip is indeed a powerful unique whip technique, piercing the ghostly way, the four seas and ten directions are endless, the person hit by it will not only damage the body, but also the soul seems to be damaged. Indescribably traumatized.

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 conjecture was verified.

On the black-scaled horse, a knight exploded with a circle of fiery red aura, shattering the armor all over his body and scattered it in all directions. He then sat on the horse's back and pointed towards the direction of the surging black aura with one hand. a pinch.

The world in the palm of your hand, turning clouds and rain, is not enough to describe the dominance, spirit, and charm of this pinch.

The terrifying fiery red big handprint appeared out of thin air, as if a second sun had appeared above the sky. It was extremely hot, and the twisted airflow circled in the roasted void. Wisps of flames scattered to the ground, instantly burning the bluestone into charred black, and then made it with big hands. Make the same clasping motion as the knight.

The next moment, the ghastly mist was pinched and exploded by the condensed fiery red hand, and the black mist evaporated like water vapor.

The whip-wielding beautiful young woman's trick was broken, her face turned pale, she took a step back without a trace, her beautiful eyes were cold,

"The Red Flag Order?"

Meng Wen even cried out in surprise, tears were almost shed, the joy and joy in his heart were beyond words.

If Wang Tianlei just gave him a reassurance, then the appearance of this person will make him as stable as Mount Tai, without any worries.
"Uncle Three!"

What is the majestic power that is red like flowing fire and blooming like the rising sun, if it is not the famous red flag order of the Meng family?
Meng Wen also didn't expect that his third uncle would condescend and pretend to be a little knight to protect him, regardless of his status.

"Haha, Wen'er, don't be afraid, let's get rid of these ghosts and ghosts today, so that they can know that Nan'an is the territory of my Meng family, and it's not a place for their crooked ways to run wild."

The handsome middle-aged Taoist Priest Picking Flowers snorted coldly, looking at Meng Hongdao, who was obviously refined and educated like a scholar, but his martial arts style was extremely domineering and powerful, he took the initiative to invite the fight,
"Third sons of the Meng family, I have 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 well-established generations, to stabilize the family business and rarely make moves.

Alright, poor way of picking flowers, today I will use what I have learned to teach you the magic of the Meng family's red flag order. "

After all, the fly whisk in his hand was pinned behind his waist, and his long, pale golden palm slapped across the air, and a golden air wave turned into a half moon and swept towards Meng Hongdao, tearing the earth into pieces with a rumbling sound. In the two halves, countless dust and debris were splashed, and the condensed and thick real energy far exceeded that of ordinary innate masters.

This is the domineering power of the Xuanzhong Golden Gang. The Taoist magical skills have made great achievements in practicing Qi. If this skill can really be trained to become a gang, the power of the golden gang will be invincible. short distance.

To tell the truth, the so-called techniques of picking flowers and flying leaves, or flicking the dust with the hand, are just some superficial uses of Xuanzhong Jingang, a natural master, and a famous master like him, his martial arts are boundless and tyrannical.

Meng Hongdao smiled proudly, this person is worthy of a fight, he patted the black-scaled horse, jumped up in the air, and shot with a single claw, the wind of the claw turned into a hundred scattered fiery energy to dispel the invincible Xuanzhong Jingang , An understatement, without making waves.

If the domineering pinch before is strength, then this claw in the air is skill, which is enough to show that Meng Hongdao's martial arts strength is by no means general, and it cannot even be said that these are all his martial arts achievements.

Just as Meng Jizu married a daughter of the Confucian family, Meng Hongdao's wife An Hui was also from Mount Baitou. Anyway, she was from the Holy Land sect, at least it was of great help to Meng Hongdao's martial arts practice.

Right at the entrance, several figures jumped out from among the knights, and the remaining few who met the Seven Monsters of Minshan Mountain fought hard.

Those knights who have not dressed up can't intervene in this kind of battle at all, they can only guard against Meng Wen's side.

Wanting to escape at this time is tantamount to giving those enemies a chance to stand still so as not to show their flaws.

However, Meng Wen still felt uneasy. If the boss of Minshan didn't show up for a moment, he couldn't calm down for a moment.

Suddenly, an Ang Zang figure landed on the top of the carriage where Meng Wen was sitting, as if silently.

Jinxiu Bofu, a majestic golden crown, thick eyebrows like knives, exuding a boundless arrogance, looking in two directions, frowning slightly.

When Meng Wen saw this person, his heart finally fell completely, and he quickly bowed and saluted,

"The boy has seen his father."

Meng Jizu hummed and was quite satisfied with his performance.
"Stay here and don't move around, everything is under control, just wait for the result.

I'll go find the boss of the Minshan Seven Monsters, so be careful yourself. "

As he said that, he leaped forward and crossed thirty feet in the air, a distance of nearly a hundred meters flying, and arrived in an instant.

A magma-like waterfall poured down towards a shop. Even though they were so far apart, it still made everyone in the battle circle feel the temperature around them rose sharply, like a furnace. His blood was boiling, his mouth was dry, and he was more tired than walking in the desert for ten days and ten nights. This power was really overbearing.

And in the shop, a ten-foot-long cyan sword glow rose up, cutting towards the red flames of the waterfall from bottom to top, without showing any weakness, an amazing battle has begun.

It was a secret place that no one paid attention to, but Meng Jizu was slightly aware of.

An old beggar with a red nose wiped the cold sweat off his face, stroked his treasure bag with his dirty palm, and muttered,

"My darling, this Meng boy is incredible, he is not far away from consummation of smelting gangs and condensing his divine will, so is it possible that the Meng family will produce another grand master?
It seems that the girl is not Meng Xiaozi's match, no, I have to go and see. "

Look at the two characters just dropped, the whole person has disappeared without a trace, and his movement is also a mystery.

(End of this chapter)