Gao Wunan's Legend of Wushuang

There was a sudden stagnation in the voice and a muffled hum, which stopped immediately.

Wu Feng suddenly turned his horse's head and rushed towards that side. Song Shidao raised his spirits and followed behind him.

Strong arrows shot from the forest like locusts, and Wu Feng shot them continuously with his palm, sweeping away all the densely packed arrows. Song Shidao behind him admired him in his heart. He could maintain such combat power even after repeated fierce battles. Because it is really earth-shattering.

Suddenly, the battle drums beat in the dense forest on the right side of the front, and hundreds of enemies rushed from both sides of the front like a tide, "The leader of Shenmoheng has an order, and there will be a lot of rewards for killing these two people!"

The sound of horseshoes trampling on fallen leaves was like thunder.

This group of sand bandits are skilled soldiers and horses, and they are extremely capable. They are obviously the first-class elite soldiers of Shenmohuan. The trunk, showing surprisingly good qualities.

Their weapons were either knives or spears. Some bent their bodies to the horse's belly, and the knives slashed at the horse's feet;

Some people also showed their superb riding and archery skills on horseback, and the arrows "swish" and went straight to Wu Feng's door.

Wu Feng let out a long laugh, pulled his horse forward, and grabbed a spear that was stabbing towards him casually,

Just a moment later, the people knocked the horse away, jumped up the huge horse with the sound of gunshots, and crushed the entire horse on the galloping knight behind.

The three knights were knocked off their horses without saying a word, but this was just the beginning. Wu Feng single-handedly held a long spear in his right hand, bursting out dots of cold stars in the air, and picked one of the knights off his horse. The sharp arrows that were shot were thrown back casually.

The screams were endless, and under Wu Feng's efficient and astonishing killing methods, in just a moment, forty or fifty elite sand bandits had died under Wu Feng's hands. Run to the middle and deep.

Wu Feng chased after him, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses of sand robbers. When he came to the place where the arrow hit just now, he saw a puddle of blood on the ground. The amount of bleeding was extremely alarming. With such injuries, there is no possibility of survival for those hit by the arrow. , listening to Shen Moheng's angry roar just now, it shows that the deceased was someone else.

At this moment, four master sand robbers jumped down from the big tree, and slashed straight at Wu Feng's neck with gleaming steel knives. They were still smiling grinningly, but suddenly they felt like their bodies were like gnats caught in a spider's web. He fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

"What... what?!" With a completely unbelievable expression on his face, Wu Feng grabbed one of them by the throat, "Where is Shen Moheng?"

"The leader will not let you go!" After the man finished speaking, his neck was tilted and his heart was broken, and the other three people also committed suicide.

"A mere sand bandit has such loyalty."

Wu Feng snorted coldly, but he had to admit in his heart that these grassland peoples were fierce and warlike in their bones. The tribes outside the Great Wall not only produced heroes in large numbers, but also had powerful troops. Even the most outstanding army in the Central Plains was slightly insufficient in comparison.

What's even more tragic is that they are waiting like a group of ferocious wolves and lions, wandering outside the crops, waiting to jump in and eat the fat, while the people inside the crops are still fighting to the death and fighting among themselves.

"However, no matter how many heroes there are, there will always be ones. I just don't know how many people will come to send them off this time." A sneer appeared on the corner of Wu Feng's mouth. The roles of the hunter and the prey are about to change.

Shen Moheng should have been injured. Judging from the signs of the sand bandits retreating slowly in the forest, they should have received corresponding orders.

Wu Feng slaughtered more than [-] sand robbers who happened to bump into him, and rushed out of the dense forest with Song Shidao one after the other. On a hill two miles away from him, he saw Shen Moheng's body for the first time. face.

This man was in his twenties and thirties, and his face was quite handsome, but it gave off a sense of cunning and cunning. There was also a fine iron folding bow hanging from the side of the horse. Holding the corpse of a young woman, he was looking down with eyes of incomparable hatred and hatred.

The couple, Shen Moheng and Mu Ling, are well-known as bandits outside the Great Wall. Not only are their elite Sand Pirates who are not inferior to Jieli Khan and the Golden Wolf Rider, but also because this couple is a rare pair. The masters I met, the two of them have an extremely close relationship, advance and retreat together, and this has been at ease until now.

But now it seems that the female corpse on horseback is probably Mu Ling, who was shot and killed on the spot by Wu Feng's silent "Silent Arrow".

Wu Feng raised his eyebrows. At such a long distance, without exposing the power of the magnetic field, even he is not fully sure to shoot the opponent with one arrow. Trying rashly now will only make the opponent more vigilant. He pondered for a while and gave up. .

"Shen Moheng, I was entrusted by someone to take your head, and now I'm just taking some interest first." Of course, if the other party is furious and wants to die, he does not suggest sending him to the west.

Shen Moheng never imagined that he had closed the gate of hell and turned around. His eyes swept across the iron bow in Wu Feng's hand, and the hatred in his eyes increased greatly. His voice was hoarse with a hint of cruelty. , Said: "Wait for me to tear your corpse into thousands of pieces, and then find that old bastard to settle the score."

After all, this man raised his head like a wounded wolf king and let out a long roar, leading the remaining troops under his command to turn around and leave.

This person has a forbearing and careful character, and he can even bear the hatred of his beloved wife being killed, and it is because he is absolutely not sure to kill Wu Feng here.

Song Shidao beside him was so tired that he was out of breath. Since he came out of the rivers and lakes, he had never had a fierce battle during this time. improvement.

Wu Feng patted him on the shoulder, injected a stream of pure longevity wood holy energy, and said: "You can heal your wounds here, don't worry, nothing will happen if I watch over it."

Song Shidao showed shame on his face, he closed his eyes and began to adjust his breath. He adjusted his breath for a whole hour, and then he was awakened by the smell of food.

It was already dark at this time, and the sky was full of stars, which vaguely illuminated this vast and lonely land. The night temperature on the grassland was extremely low, but it didn’t hurt that it was backed by mountains, flanked by forests, and had bonfires to keep warm.

Wu Feng sat in front of a bonfire and threw him a piece of steamed bun and barbecue, "The injury has not healed yet, so you must not let your stomach be empty."

Song Shidao thanked him, but he chewed and swallowed slowly, showing his aristocratic dignity. After the two of them finished their meal, Song Shidao rinsed his mouth with the water bag he had collected, and couldn't help asking a question in his heart , "With Feng Zun's strength, Shen Moheng can be left behind, why let him go?"

In this regard, Wu Feng raised a finger and replied: "The reason is very simple. If I expose my true strength in order to kill Shen Moheng, it will definitely make other people vigilant and panic, and even give up completely. I will give them A hope, a possibility to kill the deity."

Song Shidao was dumbfounded, couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, the character of this person in front of him is really unpredictable, he is like a bottomless ocean, no one can see his true depth.

Chapter 68

The Hulunbuir Prairie is the area with the richest prairie resources. The biggest feature is that there are groups of wild horses, cattle, and sheep scattered everywhere. They inhabit this vast prairie leisurely. A beautiful pasture known as the cradle of nomads.

Wu Feng rode a horse, with the breeze blowing under the blue sky, and galloped across the endless prairie. After a while, the sky suddenly started to rain, and the raindrops fell on the green grass, and small puddles formed in some places.

Suddenly, shouts and shouts in the distance interrupted the tranquility here, and a group of cavalry roared up from behind, and arrows shot towards them from afar.

Wu Feng listened to the wind and debated his position, he blocked the arrows with the Mie Sun bow casually, and shot back with his backhand, each arrow took away one or two people from the horse and fell to the ground, the efficiency was astonishingly terrifying.

The two sides shot at each other for a while, but the other party saw that they could not gain any advantage, left dozens of corpses, blew the horn, turned the horse's head and left.

This is already the third day of the battle with Shen Moheng's sand bandits. Song Shidao bids farewell to Wu Feng. He will arrange everything in Tongwan City and welcome his father, Tiandao Song Que.

Wu Feng, on the other hand, went on the road alone, passing through the Hulunbuir Prairie, and deliberately appeared during the period, attracting the attention of the pursuers.

For three days in a row, the opponent seemed to be completely attached to Wu Feng, sending out cavalry to pursue them continuously, day and night, day and night, sometimes long-range cavalry shooting, sometimes cavalry assault, and more often it was just doing something. The feint was withdrawn.

There are the most elite Turkic Golden Wolf Riders, the notorious horse thieves who roam the prairie, and various people from other tribes such as Beixian, Tuyuhun, and Tubo. Wu Feng.

For three days and three nights, thousands of people who were originally alive and blood were sprinkled on the grassland. From the excitement and shock at the beginning, to the numbness and fear later, and now the hatred and killing intent, this group of people named "Wu The man with the "wind" has been listed as the common enemy of all tribes in the grassland, and he must be killed soon.

They work tirelessly like a pack of wolves, jointly track and scout all over the grassland, and don't know how many horses they regarded as life died. Physical fitness is like a hunter hiding in the shadows, waiting for the fatal blow when the prey is tired and relaxed.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the big raindrops were blowing towards the face with the bone-shattering wind, which hurt the flesh. A vigorous figure cavalry galloped under the heavy rain, and the horseshoes stopped suddenly.

The steed under him exhaled a big mouthful of white breath, which condensed and scattered in the cold wind. After several days of long-distance raids, there was only a short rest in the middle. Although this excellent war horse was transformed by Wu Feng's magnetic field power, it was already close to its limit.

Wu Feng turned over and got off the horse, patted the horse's neck, and sent a stream of immortality to it, making it neigh and rub against his palm.

The heavy rain delayed the pursuers, but it was also the last peace.

Wu Feng stared and saw a fortress-like three-story building standing on a small hill far away in the vast grassland. The highest floor is a high platform on the towering fort.

Before coming here, Wu Fengyi had seen a map of the distribution of various tribes on the prairie. This place should be the Haolian Fort in the south of Tongwan City. It has been abandoned for more than ten years, and no one lives there.

The other party surrounded him intentionally or unintentionally, apparently with the intention of solving him here.

It just so happened that Wu Feng was already tired of this fishing game, and it was time to close the net.

The white castle on the top of the hill overlooks the land like a ghost, and it seems completely indifferent to the heavy rain pouring down on its head, and it doesn't care about its own body that is crippled and missing due to long-term disrepair.

Wu Feng led the horse towards the entrance of the ruined fortress, and suddenly stopped, letting the pouring rain wash his body, and said coldly into the darkness: "It seems that you have been waiting for me for a long time, why don't you show up?"

"Hahahaha..." Accompanied by a burst of wild and triumphant laughter, a figure appeared at the edge of darkness and light, and a shocking lightning flashed in the clouds, illuminating a handsome man in Chinese clothes, who was about [-] years old. Aged, with a slightly longer nose, and a wide mouth that seems to always have a smile, full of cruelty and self-confidence.

"Feng Zun has fought fiercely for many days, and he still has such a keen spiritual sense. Xu admires it." Although he said he admired it, there was a naked killing intent in his eyes. Feng once had a sense of breath in Shanhaiguan, but unfortunately he tricked him to escape.

"It turned out to be a mouse hiding in the gutter hole, and there are people, let's come out together!" Wu Feng touched the horse's back, the horse was psychic, neighed and ran towards the darkness.

"Feng Zun can still be so stubborn when he is about to die, which makes my family appreciate it. No wonder he has the ability to make so many heroes on the grassland helpless." A burst of charming smiles came from behind him, and surrounded by seven or eight people, a coquettish The overgrown old mistress slowly walked out from under a boulder extending from behind her, panting and said in Chinese: "My slave, Sha Fang, send my respects to Venerable Feng."

This woman is the "good mother" Sha Fang who ranks second only to the Great Master in the Da Ming Master's teaching. Her face is like a full moon, she is extremely gorgeous, her figure is plump and attractive, her temperament is noble, and she gives people a sense of elegance and dexterity.

She held a gleaming silver stick in her hand, about two feet long, like an ornament rather than a weapon, and with a charming smile on her face, she made a blessing to Wu Fengyingying.

At the same time, several figures surrounded the surrounding area from the ambush at an astonishing speed. They were all in their [-]s and [-]s, and their eyes were shining brightly. Just looking at their movements, one could tell that these people were first-class masters.

In addition, more than [-] elite Huihe warriors appeared from the top of the fort, each of them was equipped with crossbows and arrows and shot downwards, looking murderous.

Xu Kaishan said softly in a soft voice: "Feng Zun should be honored. In order to deal with Your Excellency, I, Da Ming Zun, taught the strong to do my best. Even Bi Xuan did not have such treatment."

"Oh, have you ever looked for Bi Xuan?"

A strange evil light flashed in Xu Kaishan's eyes, "The so-called Martial Venerable Bi Xuan is nothing more than that. From Xu's point of view, Your Excellency is stronger than the so-called Grassland Mythology, but it's a pity that Your Excellency is too capable of causing trouble. I am in a desperate situation without knowing it. What a pity! What a pity!"

Xu Kaishan's words contained a strange spiritual force, and he even used words to attack the other party's confidence, just for the moment when Wu Feng's mind fluctuated.

A slight fluctuation is fleeting.

"Opportunity!" Xu Kaishan suddenly rushed from above, punched out, and condensed into a substantial column of air that overwhelmed mountains and seas. The surrounding air seemed to be solidified into an iron wall, mixed with rainwater from all directions, rolling towards Wu Feng from all directions.

Conquer Qi against the enemy, this is the magic of "The Wisdom Sutra on the Root of All Laws".

Chapter 69

The torrential rain became more and more urgent, and a bolt of lightning between the clouds split the darkness, illuminating the long-abandoned ruins of Fort Haolian.

Daming Zun taught Xu Kaishan's movement like lightning, and his right fist pierced through the air in an instant and blasted out violently.

The strength of this person's fist is extremely strange. When he punched out, the strength of the fist was neither struck from the front nor turned around from the side. Instead, it enveloped the enemy in all directions, turned the emptiness into reality, and punched out the prisoner that imprisoned the opponent out of thin air. The cage makes the opponent sluggish, restrained, and unable to deal with his attack.

This punch was as powerful as thunder, and his body was as fast as lightning. Wu Feng's body was suddenly torn apart by the force of the punch, turning into raindrops that fell from the sky.

"Is this the "Wisdom Sutra on the Root of All Laws"? It's really interesting!"

Wu Feng's footsteps landed slowly, looking at Xu Kaishan who punched the air and landed flat, "This kind of perception fluctuation and the method of using fluctuation really opened Wu's eyes!"

The world of martial arts here is prosperous, and martial arts masters have created all kinds of extraordinary skills and methods, but as the saying goes, all paths lead to the same goal. From the "Wisdom Sutra on the Root of All Laws", Wu Feng saw the possibility of his Ripple Immortal Dao going further.

Xu Kaishan's face sank like water, and he knew that he had been tricked by this person, but no matter what, he couldn't figure out how the other party used such an illusion in front of his eyes.

"Swish, swish, swish!" At this moment, arrows and crossbow arrows from Huihe warriors standing on the top of Hao Lianbao shot, covering Wu Feng's head for a radius of one zhang in an instant.

The metal arrow pierced through the air, and was so sharp that it was very close to the flesh and blood. However, Wu Feng raised his left hand and grasped it suddenly. The surrounding water surged, forming a circular water curtain that appeared around his body. There are ripples.

"The true meaning of fluctuations is something that idiots can understand. Let's see the trick! The golden ripples sprint!" I saw the rippled cyclone above the water curtain suddenly swirling against the current, and arrows crisscrossed in the air across the graceful Curve, exudes a deadly killing intent shot into the night sky.

A series of screams rang out one after another, and a Huihe warrior holding a crossbow with an archer fell from the roof and died instantly.

Such a miraculous blow made everyone on the field dumbfounded, and what shocked them even more was that they clearly saw some shadows of the "Wisdom Sutra on the Root of All Laws" from it.

"Who on earth are you? How can you use the "Wisdom Sutra on the Root of All Laws"!" Xu Kaishan said coldly, with his fingers behind his back, secretly issuing instructions.

"Frog at the bottom of the well, is it true that all the means of using ripples in the world are your magical skills? It's just specious!" It's really different. Wu Feng's ripples have already undergone several mutations, and they have long since broken away from the original structure. A new variant for switching between virtual and real.

It can be called "Golden Ripple Immortal Road".

Xu Kaishan was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out a palm, and proposed: "Feng Zun's martial arts are extraordinary and refined, Xu admires them. But we have no grudges or grudges, it's just some treacherous villains who have made today's move. More What's more, that kid Liexia is a traitor, Feng Zun killed the traitor for our sect, and he has done a lot of credit. Kaishan is willing to present the classic of the humble sect "The Wisdom Sutra of Controlling the Origin of Ten Thousand Laws" to reach a settlement agreement with Feng Zun."

The corner of Wu Feng's mouth showed a half-smile expression, "Are you really willing to take out the classics of the town school?"

Xu Kaishan smiled and said: "With Fengzun's ability and reputation on the prairie, Xu is very willing to make a friend like you, and dare to make a promise here, and is willing to help Fengzun get a A chance to fight Wu Zun fairly."

"Oh, you know a lot." Wu Feng took a deep look at this person, as expected of a cunning and cunning hero, he could discern the complicated key points in just a moment.

Wu Feng can make false claims with him as much as he wants, but with his personality, it is absolutely impossible for things to be as "beautiful" as he said, and he does not know what kind of pitfalls are waiting for Wu Feng to step on.

Wu Feng's character is too lazy to think about these twists and turns, and it is Wu Feng's character to use his strength to break his moves. His voice suddenly became indifferent, "It's a good suggestion, but I have always had a habit, that is, I don't like to forgive, but stick to killing. A code of conduct for the enemy."