This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 471 Xuantian Master
Spring has come, and there are still many dead branches in the mountains and forests of the Northland. The galloping horseshoes step across the dry land, splashing a trail of dust and smoke. Light chopped.

With a roar of horse hooves, a purple-decorated warrior leaped out from the forest, with a black mane like lightning, heroic and extraordinary, his hooves stomped on the ground, galloping like thunder and roaring. This horse was named Liu Ying, and it was the mount of Meng Yuan, the commander of Jinyiwei.

Meng Yuan galloped through the mountains and forests on a flying horse. He was dressed in a black gold robe with a silver background, which was extraordinarily luxurious, with a bullfighting beast embroidered on his chest.

Liu Ying rode Juechen, followed by more than ten people on horseback, all of them wore black robes, covered their faces with hoods, and had different weapons in their hands.

Before Meng Yuan, there was another person, also dressed in a black robe, but the hood did not cover his face, and he had a pale mask on his face, with a half-smile, which made people look creepy.

Suddenly, the masked man suddenly reined in the horse rope, turned around, and charged towards Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan's eyes were indifferent, his left hand was slightly raised, and his true energy was condensed into palm strength. The flashing red light flew out, and there was a sound of "bang!", and the masked man, man and horse were knocked to the ground. , After a tumble, there was no sound.

"Wow~!"

Meng Yuan stopped Liu Ying. It turned out that the place in front of him was a cliff. Obviously, these people deliberately led him here. At this moment, he looked back at the man in black robe, and saw that the mask on his face fell off after the man fell to the ground. He showed a terrified death face.

Seeing this scene, Meng Yuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he turned to the group of men in black robes behind him, among whom appeared another guy with a pale mask.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Meng Yuan dismounted from his horse, Liu Ying psychic, and ran into the forest to hide on his own with a cry.

He walked towards the cavalry of dozens of people step by step, with his left hand lightly clasped on his waist and his right hand behind his back, with a calm expression on his face, he looked at the crowd and said, "Qianmian, you old man, I can't wait to see you in the old days." Hiding to the edge of the sky, you actually have the courage to come out today?"

"Ho ho ho-"

A group of dozens of people flew forward and surrounded Meng Yuan, and the masked man was among them. He also dismounted from his horse and walked slowly, laughing dryly and weirdly.

This masked figure is mysterious, but in fact it has a lot of background. He is one of the two guardian dharma kings of Xuantian sect, known as the thousand-faced dharma king.

It is called a thousand faces because he has thousands of faces as his name suggests, and it is not just a disguise technique, each of his faces represents a brand new identity, a brand new martial art.

Thousands of faces are countless faces and countless kinds of martial arts. No one knows the true identity of the thousand-faced Dharma King, and no one knows how many martial arts the Thousand-Mianed Dharma King knows. He is like the elusive unknown in the dark, and he may appear anywhere , and possibly kill anyone.

"Master Meng, until now, do you still think that you can escape unscathed?"

Qianmian sneered, and there was inevitably a bit of hatred in his words. In his life, he was free and easy with the ability of thousands of people and thousands of faces, but he had suffered under Meng Yuan's hands. Even today, the traces of her skin seem to be still aching.

"Qian Mian, I haven't seen you for many years. Your martial arts have not improved, but your tone is not small."

Meng Yuan remained motionless, and calmly glanced at the people around him: "Xuantian teaches two dharma kings, three demon generals, and fourteen dharma protectors. Oh, only twelve came today. They are very fancy, and it is good to get a name, but—— —Heh, just relying on these nonsense, where do you have the guts to challenge this old man."

"How brave!"

"presumptuous!"

"Then let Lord Meng see how well I wait!"

With Meng Yuan's words, several people around him ignored him and shot immediately. Three people rushed out at the same time, one with a sword, one with a palm, and the last one with two hammers in his hand, like a standing vajra.

Meng Yuan didn't even raise his brows, turned his left hand to lift up a burst of true energy, spread his five fingers and pushed out with a palm, a "boom" sounded, and a red firework exploded between the four of them, the dazzling red light reflected on the The pale faces of those three people.

The three fought hard, but the disparity in strength was like a moat, but in a short moment, the vortex of the collision and condensation of the four true qi flew towards the three of them.

The faces of the three were bloodless. Fortunately, at the last juncture, another man in black rushed out. He drew a circle with his hands, and swung his sleeves like a wheel, turning the crimson zhenqi like a scorching sun in front of him, and then withdrew. Sending his hand to the side, he unloaded the vortex to the side.

The red true energy crashed into the forest, and another gust of wind howled, and a piece of dead wood was crushed to the ground, and the loud and fierce explosion echoed non-stop over the forest.

"You Yun, you are not old at heart. I heard that you have practiced the shadow art to the ninth level over the years, not bad." Meng Yuan looked at the man in black and commented slowly.

The person who removed Meng Yuan's palm was the other of the two Great Dharma Kings of the Xuantian Sect, Dharma King Youyun.

He also used a black robe to cover up his identity. When he heard Meng Yuan's words, he was not angry, but said indifferently: "Commander Meng's courage is admirable. He knew that I was deliberately leading you to show up, but he still dared to come forward alone. Come."

"The old man has already said that, with people like you, wanting to start a fight with the old man is just wishful thinking."

Meng Yuan's calm eyes fell on the leaders You Yun and Qian Mian. It was not disdain, but he did not regard each other as opponents at all.

"What about old ghost Xuantian, he must be more than 100 years old this year. He doesn't want to live his life in peace, but he dares to come out to the North to make trouble. Do you think I, Jinyiwei, don't exist?"

"Hmph, brazen words! Even if the leader doesn't show up, we can still take your life!"

Qian Mian jumped out and said provocatively: "Old guy, let me learn your saber technique again. After more than ten years, I don't know that your Xiuchun Dao is still as good as it used to be!"

"as you wish."

Meng Yuan stood still, pulled out the embroidered spring knife from his waist, and slashed down with the knife, his true energy wrapped around the blade, and in an instant, the knife gang several feet long fell on the top of Qianmian's head, and the red true energy It turned into lightning and walked through it, roaring like heaven's punishment.

Qianmian stood on horseback with both feet and set a good posture, with his palms raised upwards, the turbid zhenqi that was like mud resisted the knife vigorously, when the two intersected, a terrifying ripple of zhenqi immediately appeared in the air, shaking the surrounding people The masters of Xuantian sect all forced back one after another.

"Drink—!"

Qianmian yelled angrily, and with both palms he lifted up the knife gang a few inches, and immediately heard a burst of red thunder roaring, the knife gang suddenly became violent, stirring up the mud-like true energy in an instant In the blink of an eye, Qianmian was smashed into pieces of meat.

Meng Yuan slowly withdrew his knife, glanced at the broken corpse on the ground, shook his head and said, "You only have the ability to play tricks."

Among the masters of Xuantian Sect, there appeared out of nowhere a thousand-faced Dharma King wearing a pale mask, only to hear him stand up again, his voice was a little weaker, and he said in a fearful tone: "Good job, Meng!" Yuan, the sharpness of the saber has not diminished since then."

"This old man has nothing to say to you guys, quickly call that old ghost Xuantian out."

Meng Yuan's voice was slightly cold, and the Xiuchun Knife that had been sheathed was half out of its sheath again. The terrifying pressure like the king of beasts fell on the heads of the masters of Xuantian Sect, and everyone felt a chill down their backs.

During this tense confrontation, a goshawk's neighing suddenly came from the sky, Meng Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and saw a snow-white falcon circling in the air and screaming.

The white eagle hovered for a moment, and then slowly landed. Meng Yuan's gaze followed the eagle as it landed on the shoulders of a person. Under the wide golden silk black robe.

"Old ghost Xuantian, you are finally willing to show up."

(End of this chapter)