Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 371

Meng Zhao saw that Cao Zhan did not speak, and there was a lot of hesitation in his expression, so he knew what was going on in his heart, and said,
"Cao Zhan, you don't have to worry about my safety. On the contrary, you have to be more careful. The two people who are suspected of evil spirits have good foundations and superb combat power. If there is nothing they can do, they must protect themselves first."

After Cao Zhan thought about it, it was true. The exchange of lessons that day allowed him to truly understand the strength of Meng Zhao's martial arts, which can be said to be a rare opponent among acquired martial artists, and he didn't need to protect and worry at all.

The so-called personal guards are more symbolic and comforting, rather than really asking him to stay at every step.

"Yes, son, I know the severity."

So the three of them assigned a route, Zhu Guangxi, who had the highest martial arts, searched in the direction of Yunwu Mountain, Cao Zhan followed in the direction of the county city, and Meng Zhao made a compromise and chased into the depths of Shanlin.

Regardless of whether there is a harvest or not, they must go back to the mouth of the Shanlin to meet at the end. If there is still no sign after dark, they will go back to the market town and wait for the experts to come to help them before making plans.

Whoosh whoosh, the oncoming cold wind beat like a knife, but Meng Zhao, who was leaping in mid-air, didn't notice it, and couldn't help it at all, because an invisible air dragon surrounded his body in front of him, preventing it from splashing water. No wind blows in.

At this moment, Meng Zhao is like an orangutan Mount Tai, flying past the snow-heavy forest. Unlike Mount Tai, who climbs and leaps with his hands, Meng Zhao is using his energy to lighten his body, stepping on these fir trees that have grown for an unknown number of years. The tree trunk, using its power to turn and vacate, passed all the way, and behind it was the rustling snow falling like colorful colors.

After galloping for about a stick of incense, Meng Zhao saw the traces left by the fierce battle again, and on a three-foot-high fir tree, he saw a piece of brightly colored rags, which should be the remnants of a woman's clothes. It belonged to Tang Linger, or the female expert who ambushed Huolong Cave. She was overjoyed, knowing that she probably found the right direction, and continued on her way...

At the end of the forest, behind a narrow pass like the entrance of a gourd, there is a plain land as far as the eye can see, with the sky and the earth lined up. At this time, it is covered with snow, just like the land of the Arctic Snow River. There are no birds and no animals.

And beside a frozen creek, Tang Linger, whom Meng Zhao had been pursuing so hard, was pale at this moment, full of despair and remorse, holding a delicate green sword, leaning against Shi Siming, who had only half life left. beside.

She is wearing a gorgeous garnet red dress, her figure is undulating and graceful, her pretty dark face is as bright red as a ripe apple, she is as beautiful as she is beautiful, but she is like a small caged animal, panicked and flickering, her eyelashes flickering With a few ice beads.

And the direct disciple of Huolong Cave, who was repeatedly defeated by Meng Zhao, was leaning against a huge boulder half a person's height, his face was like gold paper, his eyes were distracted, and a few blood-colored plum blossoms were painted on his chest.

Continuously falling snowflakes from the sky hit his hair, staining his temples white, making him look extremely old and weak, as if he was about to die at any moment.

Tang Linger wiped the blood from the corner of Shi Siming's mouth with her personal handkerchief, sobbing regretfully,

"Senior brother, if it wasn't for saving me, you would never have been so seriously injured. Everything is due to me..."

Shi Siming was in great pain, but looked at the girl next to him with great pity. After coughing up blood, he forced a smile,
"Junior Sister, there is no need to blame yourself, it is me who is mediocre and my martial arts is low, which puts Junior Sister in danger.

Later, I can use the black fire to break the forbidden magic method once, burning [-]% of the blood essence, and breaking out a fatal blow.

At that time, junior sister, you should seize the right time and run out of this pass. I believe that junior brother Zheng will make the same choice as me. "

On the blank ground in front of the two, Zheng Kexie, who was dressed as a Taoist priest and had a long scar on his face, was doing his best to use all the subtleties of the Rouyun Dangri Sword Art, his inner breath filled the meridians, and the sword energy Like a spring silkworm spinning silk, the strands of silk twisted and turned into a cloud of swords, coiled around the body, fighting with a master in a saffron cotton robe.

His swordsmanship is mainly soft and strong, but it is as fast as thunder and lightning. The sharp sound of piercing the air, like the roar of a tiger and the chant of a dragon, echoes endlessly in the wilderness.

It's just that Zheng Kexie, who showed such a great momentum, was obviously at a disadvantage.

Sweating profusely, the heat evaporated, and a foot-long white mist appeared above the head. After intersecting with the falling snow, the mist spread more and more, forming a wonderful scene.

The man he was fighting with was wearing a hood, so he couldn't see clearly, and his figure was also ordinary, even a little short.

However, the martial arts are first-class superb. The palms of both hands are comparable to gold and iron, red as clouds, intercepting and pushing down, etc. The tricks are simple and unpretentious, but they contain incomparably sinister and powerful vigor. Zheng Kexie beat There is only the power to parry, but no power to fight back.

That great sword wind aura was just forced out by forcing the inner breath to resist the sinister aura.

Empty consumption of internal energy, but not practical.

The fault is that Zheng Kexie is also well versed in the subtle way of using softness to overcome rigidity and leveraging strength to attack strength, he is afraid that he has already lost the battle.

And above the frozen creek, stood a woman wearing a valuable white fox fur cloak, with skin as white as snow.

I saw her with a palm-sized melon-seeded face, pink cheeks and peach cheeks, a pair of eyes full of autumn water, watery and affectionate, coupled with a small nose like a jade jade, and a small ruddy mouth. It gives people a sense of coquettishness that charms all living beings.

As soon as the eyes are released, the soul is mesmerized, and even the mountains, rivers and lakes on the earth are overwhelmed by it.

The woman saw that her companion was unable to fight Zheng Kexie for a long time, she was quite dissatisfied, and she said in a crisp voice,

"Xu Laizi, didn't you have dinner this morning? How can you deal with a small Huolong Cave disciple? It took so long and you still can't take it down. It seems that your title as candidate for the Demon Venerable Hall is not worthy of the name!"

Her voice was obviously not loud, but because of the transmission of inner energy, it echoed very clearly in the ears of several people in the field, causing people on both sides to blush with anger and rage.

For example, Tang Ling'er, Shi Siming, and Zheng Kexie were underestimated because their family was underestimated. Huolongdong is one of the thirteen families with nine surnames in the world. It is a holy place for martial arts. They are extraordinary people, but they never thought that one day, someone would call them the disciples of the Little Fire Dragon Cave, and they were so arrogant that there was no end to it.

And the person who was beating Zheng Kexie was so angry that he almost vomited blood. First he was called the most hated title Xu Laizi, and then ridiculed him for his incompetence in martial arts, which is simply unreasonable.

This person from Huolongdong is indeed inferior to him in terms of foundation and martial arts, but he is still an elite trained by a famous sect, and his martial arts can somewhat restrain his magic skills, so he is by no means incompetent.

Immediately roared,

"Little demon girl, don't mess with my mind. This person is good at swordsmanship. My holy son is happy to accompany him to do a few more tricks with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that his whole body was full of aura, and the aura on the palm attached by the red glow became even more radiant, and he used a clever trick, forcing Zheng Kexie to be in a hurry.

Then the man shouted angrily,
"Let go."

Then he saw the sword in Zheng Kexie's hand flying high.

Before he had time to retreat, an incomparably ferocious palm force had already hit his chest.

(End of this chapter)