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This grab was incredible, like a great roc soaring into the sky, spreading its wings and striking horizontally, a circle of spiral earth-yellow air waves rushing towards Meng Zhao, the incomparably tyrannical force affected the vitality of the world, how could it be possible to rely on one's own strength alone? Can resist?

Moreover, this move also involves spiritual confrontation, and the invisible mental deterrent impacts Meng Zhao Zhihai, which can be described as the unity of body and spirit.

Obviously, this innate master who didn't know where he came from had already recognized Meng Zhao, and aimed directly at him, with the purpose of capturing rather than killing, and wanted to complete his work with one move.

To say that although Meng Zhao is an acquired martial artist, but he possesses the body of the purple dragon, and he has also refined the Chilong Dutian secret code, which is far and far enough to be ranked as the supreme magical book, which is basically rare in the world. If all means are used, it may not be easy Can't accept this move.

But Meng Zhao still had Zhu Guangxi by his side, how could he turn a blind eye to Meng Zhao being attacked?
In the early days, this eunuch belonged to the type of studying hard. After entering the palace, he studied martial arts diligently, but rarely fought. He was a theoretical school and lacked actual combat.

Later, he escaped from the palace, and with the support of a nobleman in the palace, he joined the Commoner League. Since then, he has fought in the South and the North, and has gone through bloody battles to make up for his shortcomings. His cultivation is also refined and pure.

As early as this person rose from the horseback and defeated his half-movement sonic sword skill, he had already become vigilant, and he was even more prepared when the person moved across the air like flying and clawed to catch him. , and extremely angry.

I saw him stepping on the chain, walking in the middle of the palace, and came to Meng Zhao in an instant. At the same time, he flicked his fingers, and there was a sound of puffing through the air, and he saw the spiral energy coming down from the air hit the weak point. scattered in the invisible.

The man's momentum continued unabated, his eyes flashed a cold light during the slide, and he shouted angrily,
"court death."

Then he flipped his palms and pressed down, attacking Zhu Guangxi, the skill in his hands was extremely strong, outsiders could only feel that the palm technique was as thick as a mountain, with layers of mountains and mountains, and it had infinite power.

Zhu Guangxi is also considered a master among the innate warriors, so naturally he didn't have to be afraid, he just poked his backhand with his finger, and the chi chi chi piercing sound resounded again.

Replacing the sword with the finger, although he didn't use the real kung fu of turning everything into a non-self sword scripture, he still showed seven or eight percent of his own strength, and the flexibility of the finger is better than the sword technique.

Meng Zhao retreated a few steps without a trace, but looked at the face of the murderous man who came suddenly, thinking secretly,

"There is a mole on the right eyebrow, the face is as long as a mule and a horse, the lip gloss is light yellow, and a long white jade belt is wrapped around the waist and abdomen. It is actually an egret's soft sword. This is one of the three innate talents of the Beining Marquis Mansion, Lei Yao. "

In this era, there are no cameras and photos, but painters who are good at depicting portraits are not uncommon. In addition, Lei Yao's facial features are very obvious, so it is naturally not difficult to identify.

In fact, this didn't have much use or influence for Meng Zhao, but it just confirmed his previous conjecture and confirmed where these warriors came from.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhu Guangxi and Lei Yao had already cracked their hands, the momentum was extremely astonishing, the khaki vigor was exploding one after another, it looked like a magnificent bird spreading its wings, its claws tearing the sky and the earth, and its movements were like Magic weapon.

On the surface, Zhu Guangxi didn't show any signs of magic, but every move has an unparalleled penetrating power. His finger strength is not sword energy, but better than sword energy. Facing this Pengniao magic image, although he is at a disadvantage, there is no sign of collapse at all. It's hard to tell the winner.

Soon, Meng Zhao had no time to pay attention to the battle between Zhu Guangxi and Na Lei Yao, because the remaining acquired warriors were brandishing their weapons and killing him.

One person is nothing, ten people is enough to shake people's minds, and if it is a master of No. 30 or so, it is enough to make people daunting.

As for the other warriors, even Xu Laizi, who is better than Huolong's direct successor, the master candidate for the Holy Son of the Evil Demon Dao Demon Venerable Hall, facing so many warriors, even the warriors who came on horseback, must have a headache.

However, instead of being surprised, Meng Zhao was overjoyed.

He has not been practicing martial arts for a long time, since he was empowered, it has not been more than half a year, but he has experienced a lot of things, which are far more exciting and brilliant than his previous life.

The only pity is that although they often have disputes with others and have opponents, there are not many serious fights.

And many times it is to learn from others, compete, and compete mainly in skills, so it is difficult to enjoy.

At this moment, facing these red-eyed, cruel-hearted people rushing towards him, there is no need to restrain their murderous intentions, and just do what they want.

A line of dozens of riders came whistling like a wind blowing through a ruined building. The strong momentum could almost break the will and soul of a warrior, and then make people feel weak and ready to die.

However, Meng Zhao did not fluctuate, instead his murderous intentions skyrocketed, and when the flying cavalry suddenly arrived, he took the initiative to meet him.

The three knights who were in the vanguard had already drawn out their weapons, two knives and one sword, and weapons of different lengths and styles were all slashing at him. , Cutting on the flesh and blood is enough to cut the flesh and bones, and cut a person in two.

And the angle is tricky, and the subsequent changes are quite impressive.

The cooperation of the three could not be called a tacit understanding, but it basically blocked Meng Zhao's escape route.

Meng Zhao yelled softly, but did not move at all, but used the technique of plucking green onions from dry land, turned into an afterimage and took off, like a dragon coming out of a deep abyss, dodging from left to right in the gap, dodging the three sharp knives of slashing.

It was extremely thrilling, the two swordsmen were fine, but the swordsman on the horse used a rare Miao sword, thin and long, shining with silver light, almost slashed against Meng Zhao's right cheek, with sharp force The wind cut like that sharp blade.

It's not that Meng Zhao's body is protected by a layer of Qilong to offset the aftermath of the strong wind. Even if he is not seriously injured, his fair and handsome face will inevitably suffer. For a man, it is not a good thing after all.

From this, we can also see Meng Zhao's boldness, as well as his detached confidence in himself.

If he is not confident, he can use other methods to decipher and defuse this move instead of dodging like walking a tightrope.

At the same time, the hands that were originally hanging down on both sides of Meng Zhao's body made fist marks, and the iron fists flew wildly, with a constant crackling sound. In an instant, 38 fist shadows were shot, distributed in front left, front, and front right. The three of them estimated their strength and fought back.

This is by no means an exquisite boxing technique, but an ordinary punch based on Meng Zhao's tyrannical physique and incomparable foundation. Even some youngsters who have just practiced martial arts can play it skillfully.

The only difference is that Meng Zhao's speed is too fast for people to react to each punch, and the power of each punch is too great for people to resist.

The fist is like a violent wind and rain, and the fist is like a copper hammer and an iron axe.

Speed ​​and strength are the foundations of a warrior's fight. When one is difficult to parry, it is enough to defeat the opponent, but when both are combined, it is naturally more difficult.

There were only three screams that overshadowed the wind and snow and the sound of horseshoes, and the three figures were thrown flying from the horseback, causing the subsequent warriors to panic.

(End of this chapter)