Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The six brothers and sisters have reached a consensus while transmitting messages silently.

Old God Meng Zhao is here, looking at Zhang Zhichong and his group with great interest, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Suddenly, I noticed an invisible force spreading, and my body felt a tactile sensation, like a cool breeze on the pavement.

The Emperor's Qi Watching Technique was activated, and what he saw in his eyes was a hidden murderous intention and fighting spirit. Although he tried his best to hide it, it fell into his eyes like a bright torch. It was obvious that the other party could not hold it back.

"I know that I can't do anything good today, so I have to start working hard. It's a pity, it's a pity that Zhang Kuan has disappeared without a trace, otherwise there may be some twists and turns today."

Zhang Kuannai is Zhang Zhichong's biological father. He is a man with excellent martial arts skills. Although he was not the most famous in Lingwu City in his early years, he had countless opponents, but he never had an opponent and was never defeated.

The reason why he has no reputation is that he deliberately hides his edge and lowers his sense of existence. He is an expert.

Meng Zhao didn't know about his misdeeds in his early years, let alone that he was a ruthless man who could sacrifice his fiancée for martial arts and secret skills, and could also be a man's favorite to women.

But from the information he collected, he knew that Zhang Kuan's martial arts was far superior to Zhang Zhichong's, and he might have reached the level of the Four Dharma Kings of the Pudu Sect in his early years.

The reason why Zhang Zhichong was able to ascend to the position of the leader of Xiaofeng Hall back then was because Zhang Kuan's martial arts reached a bottleneck and he wanted to go out to look for opportunities to break through. However, he has not returned to this day, and he is probably dead.

"Dou Xi, the enemy is ready to fight for his life. Let the soldiers be careful and avoid unnecessary casualties."

Meng Zhao reminded them that these guys who had decided to fight for their lives would not cherish their disciples. They would use the flesh and blood of these disciples to create chaos and gain a chance to escape. Such vicious methods were not impossible.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhichong made a look of sorrow and anger at this time, and spoke loudly to the more than a thousand elite and powerful warriors left in Xiaofeng Hall. The content was nothing more than that Meng Zhao had ulterior motives, fabricated accusations, fabricated evidence, and had malicious intentions towards him. He is a very evil person.

Today's matter has come to an end. Everyone in Sao Feng Hall may not be able to escape disaster, but they will never let Meng Zhao have an easy time. Everyone rushes out together and fights with those dog officers and soldiers!

In fact, many of these warrior disciples have been practicing martial arts in Sao Feng Hall since childhood. After experiencing brainwashing day after day, year after year, the Zhang family is indeed extremely loyal to Sao Feng Hall.

Seeing that the hall master was so sad and angry, and that he had humiliated his minister and died, they would not begrudge their own lives, so their blood boiled with excitement, and their hearts were filled with murderous intent and fighting spirit.

Following Zhang Zhichong's order, the Sao Feng Hall warriors rushed toward Yang Wujun like a flood.

However, watching outside, everyone watching can clearly see that the individual qualities of these warriors are quite good. Each of them has strong and flexible skills and full internal strength. For Jianghu gangs, they are all very powerful players.

After rushing out together, there were a large number of people, the momentum was extremely strong, and they looked very capable of fighting.

However, compared to the Yangwu Army, which was arrayed in a formation, with straight postures, neat formations, and a mammoth and solemn force, it was still quite a distance away, and it was none other than the completely different spirit.

As early as Meng Zhao reminded Dou Xi, the soldiers of Yangwu Army were already prepared. After seeing someone charging into the formation, although their expressions were different, no one moved first. Instead, after hearing the wisdom of their respective generals, , just formed a military formation to defend and counterattack.

The Saofengtang warriors in variegated clothes collided with the black city wall-like Yangwu Army.

Just like the surging river hitting the mountain hard, the water splashed, scattered, and broke into thousands of tiny water droplets.

Those Sao Feng Hall warriors were even more miserable. They directly used their flesh and blood to raise a mist of blood in this early morning.

A sword that originally looked very dangerous was shattered when it struck the hard armor of the Yangwu soldiers.

This is already a very rare achievement that can be achieved.

More Sao Feng Hall samurai, who had not really caused any blow, had already been harvested by the infantry who formed a formation with regular footwork, brandishing swords and spears, and cut grass.

Heads fell off one by one, many were cut in half, and countless others were missing arms and legs.

At this moment, this place is a huge meat grinding ground, and death occurs every moment.

Many of the people watching secretly had ugly expressions on their faces. Some ordinary people were so frightened that they fell to the ground, or vomited, or quickly fled the place with pale faces.

Even the expressions of those martial arts masters are not very good-looking. They have seen too much death and killing.

However, this kind of simple massacre, Yang Wujun's performance of wielding the death sickle and harvesting lives, as if completing some very ordinary tasks, made them feel cold.

For the first time, I realized what kind of existence the army was.

He also understands what will happen if people from the martial arts world and the martial arts world face a large army without having reached a certain level of martial arts.

Of course, Longcheng was no exception. He took all this in his eyes and felt a slight stir in his heart.

He did not expect that the Yangwu Army did not take long to form an army, but its quality was indeed not bad. The most important thing was that it was well-equipped and had good martial arts skills. With the military formation, its military strength and combat effectiveness soared.

In fact, even if there is no need for an encirclement and suppression by samurai who are many times the number of Sao Feng Tang, with the same number, the Yangwu Army can easily defeat Sao Feng Tang's charging formation. At present, it is just a rapid amplification of this advantage.

At the same time, Long Cheng also estimated the combat power of these Yangwu troops in his heart. He felt slightly chilled and felt a little regretful at the same time.

If he had been the one to take the position of General Yangwu, then great things would have happened, but now it has become a lot more difficult.

The short period of fighting made the whole scene look chaotic.

When Zhang Zhichong and the other six people saw this, they no longer hesitated. They all moved their bodies, their true energy exploded, and they wanted to disperse and run in different directions to enhance the escape opportunities of other routes.

But Meng Zhao, how could he let them succeed so easily.

I saw the golden armor shining brightly on the majestic horse he was sitting on. He raised his right hand suddenly, pinched it, and made a fist seal. His five fingers were clenched together. The white knuckles were as clear as jade. On his fist, There is a faint light flickering.

"Photography!"

As he made a simple movement, a simple note came out.

In the vast open terrain in front of the Sao Feng Hall, five condensed, thick, and solid air pillars suddenly appeared, like smoke and mist.

It rose from the ground and stood in front of the six people. It was dozens of feet tall and reached the sky and the earth, like a pillar of heaven. Its divine power was inviolable.

The moment the air pillar appeared, there was even more majestic, awe-inspiring, and powerful spiritual suppression, pressing towards the six innates of Sao Feng Hall.

This caused the six people to stagnate and retreat with a roar.

The methods were so tyrannical and mysterious that even the innate was confused.