From Low Martial Arts to Great Antiquity, I Created Mythical Fairy Martial Arts

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The swords were drawn, the warhorses under the crotch were neighing, the sixteen horses were lined up, and they wanted to charge at the Buddha Temple. With such a small temple, they would be able to level off in an instant.

All the people in the Buddhist temple, whether they were robbers or refugees, all had their faces changed drastically, and the disaster of death was coming in a blink of an eye.

But none of them complained about Gu Heng. On the contrary, if Gu Heng and Zhang Xiu wanted to leave, Zhang Bao and the others might not be able to stop them.

And the other people in Guanghua Temple will all die.

Gu Heng chose not to retreat, not because of the pair of iron halberds, but because of the murderous intent of Zhang Bao and his party in this hall, and he could hear it with his eyes closed.

In addition, there is another reason that Gu Heng wants to meet Zhang Bao's famous warlock to see how much Zhang Bao has (Norde's) and a few taels!

Whether it is public or private, Gu Heng is unwilling to retreat, so he will fight to the death!

"¨〃Teng Ziming, protect everyone and retreat!" Gu Heng gave Teng Ziming an order.

Guanghua Temple is a small place, and it would be bad if it spreads to other people.

At this time, without Gu Heng saying anything, Zhang Xiu pulled out the tip of the tiger head Zhanjin spear from his waist and rushed out, facing Hu Chi'er and the sixteen cavalry under his command alone!

Zhang Bao retreated into the darkness. He was a warlock, not a warrior. If someone cut off his head, would he also die?

Away from the Buddhist temple, Zhang Bao recited the art with words in his mouth again. For a time, in the courtyard, the wind was blowing, flying sand and rocks, covering Hu Chier and others, and rushing to the Buddhist temple. .

Chapter [-] The fierce battle in the temple

Gu Heng stopped in front of the Buddhist temple with a single sword, and the Scarlet Heaven Sword in his hand slid across the air. Invisibly, the wind and flying sand were stopped by Qi Qi, and he could not invade the Buddhist temple at all.

With swords in both hands, a blood-colored real dragon roared out of the invisible.

Roar!

A dragon roar shook everyone's hearts, and the visions created by Zhang Bao's magic all around disappeared into nothingness.

Chilong rushed towards Zhang Bao, Zhang Bao's hair fluttered and his clothes were hunting, but his eyes became more and more fiery.

He exclaimed, "Good sword!"

He took off the dragon horn whip from his waist and threw it out, and suddenly a black angry dragon rose into the air, meeting the red dragon that Gu Heng was driving, trembling together.

The dragon horn whip in Zhang Bao's hand was given by his teacher Nanhua Lao Xian.

Gu Heng and Zhang Bao confronted each other with their techniques, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

On Zhang Xiu's side, after rushing into the courtyard alone, he forced Hu Chi'er to retreat, jumped up at 910, and stabbed Hu Chi'er under the horse's back in a volley.

He got on his horse and fought with the other fifteen cavalry soldiers. He only regretted that he was in a hurry to go out this time, so he couldn't bring his gun with him.

Can't use all its power.

But in the face of the siege of Hu Chi'er's men, Zhang Xiu still did not lose in a short period of time, but Hu Chi'er's cavalry was killed by Zhang Xiu and injured five.

Hu Chier was furious when she saw it, and cursed, "Trash!"

A small-scale cavalry battle suddenly unfolded in the cramped courtyard. The originally abandoned courtyard was implicated again in an instant and was completely trampled.

After the two sides fought for more than a dozen rounds, Zhang Xiu found an opportunity and stabbed a pawn off the horse again, fighting intent like a rainbow.

Hu Chi'er brought the war horse, climbed on the horse's back, and greeted Zhang Xiu with a knife. At the same time, he ordered: "Wait to step back and enter the Buddhist temple, leaving no one behind!"

Here, he will deal with Zhang Xiu!

Seeing this, Zhang Xiu couldn't help but feel anxious, how could the sallow-faced and thin-skinned refugees in the Buddhist temple be the opponents of this gang of powerful gangsters.

The short point of the spear was on the horse's back, and it was not easy to use. In a hurry, Zhang Xiu leaned over from the ruins of the collapsed temple and picked up a wooden stick with the thickness of the wrist and six feet long.

This was originally a turquoise wood that was placed on the roof to support the tiles, and could be used as a gunner.

Facing Hu Chier, Zhang Xiu used a wooden stick to pick Hu Chier off the horse after only three rounds.

The same is a seventh-rank martial force, and there is a world of difference between what you cultivate yourself and what you learn from others!

However, in just a moment, the dozen or so soldiers under Hu Chi'er's command had already smashed through the badly damaged wooden door of the Buddhist temple on horseback and rushed into the Buddhist temple.

The suffocating suffocation, even Teng Ziming's gang of gangsters who are not too brave, will inevitably have their legs weak when they see it.

"Run, run!" Teng Ziming shouted.

He instructed his brothers to cut a hole on the back wall of the Buddhist temple.

Hearing this, Gu Heng had to be distracted and shouted: "Stay safe, don't go out, can you run on four legs with two legs?"

There is a Buddha temple (cfaj) blocking, there is still a fighting force, leave the main hall, go to the open field outside, facing this group of cavalry soldiers who have been fighting for a long time, they must not be chopped up like melons and vegetables, beheaded to death. ?

Teng Ziming slapped his forehead and scolded himself for being stupid.

He quickly said again: "Come back, can't go out!"

But this is, three cavalry has already been killed in front of him, and when it is a critical moment, the light in front of him dims, the sword light falls, and a big head flew up.

A handful of blood fell on Teng Ziming's group, and Gu Heng turned around to save him, beheading one of the cavalry and cutting off the other two.

At the same time, his chest felt tight, and he vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the front of his chest red.

It wasn't because of the cavalry that broke into the Buddhist temple, but because of Zhang Bao, Gu Heng was distracted, and he was naturally defeated in the battle with Zhang Bao.

What others could not see was that in the invisible, the Chilong was retreating steadily, and the black dragon under Zhang Baoyu was pressing step by step, ramming in front of Gu Heng.

"Fight with them!" Teng Ziming suddenly shouted.

Gu Heng tried desperately to save them, dispelling the fear in their hearts, and arousing the blood of Teng Ziming's gang.

There were only a dozen or so people, not enough to collect half of the iron tools, only the long knife around Teng Ziming's waist was barely enough to see, and there were several of them holding wooden sticks and stones.

Hu Chi'er fell off the horse and was hit by Zhang Xiu's stick on the shoulder, leaving a white mark on the black armor. Looking closely, the scale-shaped iron armor near the white mark has been rolled and broken.

At the same time, Hu Chi'er felt a pain in half of her shoulder. She was barely able to move, but she could no longer hold the knife in her hand.

Needless to say, the shoulder blade must have been broken, and Hu Chi'er was secretly shocked. You must know that Zhang Xiu was only using a wooden stick.

If it were a long spear, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would have to lose a shoulder and sweat on his temples.

After Zhang Xiu forced Hu Chier back, he hurriedly returned to the Buddhist temple to save Gu Heng and the others.

At this time, Gu Heng could only be heard shouting, "Beat Zhang Bao!"

After besieging Wei to rescue Zhao, Gu Heng had already lost the fight, so he simply joined forces with Teng Ziming and others to overthrow the cavalry, as long as Zhang Xiu held Zhang Bao for a moment.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiu immediately turned his horse's head and rushed towards Zhang Bao, who had already retreated to the temple gate. The distance of more than [-] paces would come in an instant. .

Chapter [-] Look down and look up

However, seeing that Zhang Xiu was about to stab Zhang Bao with the long stick in his hand, suddenly the warhorse under his crotch was invisible, as if it had hit a wall.

The toothache crackling sound of broken bones sounded one after another. At this time, Zhang Xiu was only three steps away from Zhang Bao, but the horse under his crotch was killed on the spot.

What made Zhang Xiu stunned was that there was clearly nothing in front of him, a magic trick. This was definitely a magic trick.

Zhang Xiu couldn't stop his figure, and flew out from the horse, the long stick in his hand was still aimed straight at Zhang Bao.

Three steps away, Zhang Xiu felt that he could stab Zhang Bao-.

But the unexpected thing happened again. A gust of wind suddenly appeared in front of him. Zhang Xiu was dazzled, it was pitch black, and he couldn't reach his fingers.

The long stick in his hand was rolled into pieces, dangerous!At the same time, a warning sign in his heart arose, and he blocked his back with his backhand.

It was an instinct formed by Zhang Xiu's many years of training in martial arts. The palm of his hand was cold and Zhang Xiu couldn't see anything, but he could feel that what he was holding was a sharp dagger.

As long as he hesitated for a moment, the dagger pierced into his lower back.

Cold sweat broke out from his back, Zhang Xiu pulled out the tip of the tiger-headed Zhanjin spear with his backhand, and slashed towards the dark back with his feeling.

Stab it!

As if a layer of curtain was torn apart by the tip of a spear, Zhang Xiu regained his sight and looked at Zhang Bao with a shocked expression. At this time, he was holding a dragon horn whip in one hand and a short dagger in the other.

Above the dagger, blood drips down, drop after drop!

"Boy, this spear tip is good!" Zhang Bao licked his lips, as if seeing delicious food.

Zhang Xiu's eyes turned cold, he held the tip of the spear in his hand and stabbed Zhang Bao again.

Boom!

Just at this moment, Hu Chier rushed over from the side and knocked Zhang Xiu ten paces away. The tip of the spear in Zhang Xiu's hand also left a deep blood groove on Hu Chier's face.

Fortunately, Hu Chier hid quickly, otherwise his life would be lost.

The voice in the Buddhist temple gradually calmed down, no human voice could be heard, only the neighing of the war horse.

Just when Zhang Xiu was about to charge again, Gu Heng was covered in blood and walked out of the Buddhist temple with Chi Xiao in hand. In addition, in the other hand, he also held a half-human-high iron halberd.

It is exactly what is in the hands of the King Kong statue.

"Come again!" Gu Heng looked at Zhang Bao and said, with murderous intent in his eyes.

The sixteen cavalry under his command were completely damaged, but Zhang Bao still did not panic and said with a smile: "Good boy, I really underestimate you!"

"I think highly of you too!" Gu Heng replied.

After speaking, the red dragon in front of him roared again, and at the same time, another black bull galloped out and charged towards Zhang Bao.

It's a pity that no one else can see such a spectacular scene.

In the courtyard, the sandstorm reappeared, and gullies appeared on the ground.

Zhang Xiu and Hu Chi'er retreated in unison, and a few hurriedly took out the horses from the Buddhist temple, but failed to escape from the courtyard and died.

After a while, everyone could not see the figures of Gu Heng and Zhang Bao, but he heard Zhang Bao shout, "Boy, who are you?"

Gu Heng didn't answer, under the protection of the red dragon and the black bull, he dragged his sword forward, crossed the courtyard, walked in front of Zhang Bao, and slashed with a sword in the head.

If there is only this trick, then Zhang Bao can die!

"Ah!" Zhang Bao screamed.

The evil wind suddenly blew up in all directions, swept Zhang Bao and Hu Chi'er away, and in a blink of an eye, Zhang Bao's hateful voice came from the air: "Boy, I remember you, you wait for me!"

The Guanghua Temple returned to calm, the surroundings were dark, the ground in the courtyard was rolled up, and the ravines were crisscrossed.

Gu Heng leaned on his sword and gasped, and Zhang Jue's arm fell in front of him, and a delicate dagger was tightly clenched in his hand.

The Northern Emperor, a medium-sized item of imperial luck, was once admired by the Northern Emperor!

Zhang Bao, whoever left anything, is of extraordinary quality.

"Demon magic?" Zhang Xiu returned to the temple and asked Gu Heng in shock.