Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

After Si Peng asked this question, he shook his head and smiled miserably. It seemed that he was too afraid of Bai Shuai, and he couldn't even see this clearly. It was really ridiculous.

If Meng Zhao was really Bai Shuai, how could he deliberately reveal the power of this evil soldier to shock the world and weep ghosts and gods?

He should try his best to hide it and not let everyone know the truth.

Meng Zhao smiled and did not answer the question directly, but said,

“Instead of worrying about who and where I am, I should focus on the present and come up with a feasible solution.

How to subdue this evil soldier? Qiu Lian's death means that Bai Shuai's plan is also improper. This may not be your opportunity. "

Meng Zhao is also studying the problem of this evil weapon. This thing is very evil and extremely powerful. Although he is confident, he is not arrogant and does not want to capsize in the gutter.

Xu Fei swung his big iron gun fiercely, and roared across the air. The gun was heavily shadowed, and his eyes widened in anger as he said,

"Nonsense, you are holding the Heavenly Evil Battle Box in your hand. How can you tell us to surrender the evil soldiers? Hand over this battle box as soon as possible. Otherwise, no matter what your background is, you will never die well today."

He had a rough appearance and was not a reckless person at first, but because of his close relationship with the evil soldiers, he couldn't control what was in his heart. His eyes were cold and stern, and at the same time, a wisp of bullying and murderous intent struck Meng Zhao.

If he insists on holding the Heavenly Evil War Box in his hands, he will definitely become the target of public criticism, because no one who is aspiring to be an evil soldier would want this war box to fall into the hands of others.

"Yes, Lu Yang, no matter where you are from or what your thoughts are, please hand over this Tianxie War Box first.

After all, you are now also a member of our Shenwei Army, and you are a guard general. We will not attack you rashly. "

Si Peng didn't care to explore other things at this time, and took the initiative to show goodwill. He didn't want to pursue too much. The evil soldiers and the war box were the most important things at the moment, and everything else had to come later.

Even if Meng Zhao's true identity is from the imperial court, Si Peng is not intolerable.

Because once he captures the evil soldiers, he will escape and be separated from the Shenwei Army from now on. Meng Zhao's identity is not important at all.

In addition, he still has a lot of questions about how to break the limit of evil weapons. Even if he gets evil weapons, he still has to find a way to refine them into his body. He doesn't know this method, but Meng Zhao may know it.

Not only Xu Fei, but Si Peng, Xiang Qing, Wei Hua, He Xin, Yuan Qing and others also looked at Meng Zhao covetously, because they all believed that the Tianxie War Box might be the key to restraining the evil soldiers.

This can be seen from the fact that Qiu Lian was confident enough to hold the Heavenly Evil War Box to suppress the evil soldiers.

But I don't know what went wrong in the middle. The evil soldier was not suppressed, and transformed into a long needle with a direct attack, killing it. This was the situation at this moment.

But it is undeniable that the Heavenly Evil War Box is definitely very crucial to the evil soldiers and must be taken seriously.

Meng Zhao turned around and looked at everyone, and saw that their eyes were like torches, their auras were rising, and their murderous intent was fierce. Faced with such a situation, a casual person would just be seeking death if he resisted, and he would probably give in under pressure.

But who is he? How mysterious and profound is his martial arts? This person may be able to show off his power in front of ordinary warriors. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to threaten him?

"You guys are all smart and observant when it doesn't involve yourselves, but once you get involved in the situation, you are so confused that you can't even see through the current situation.

Forget it, now that the Tianxie War Box is in my hands, I will naturally not hand it over. If you want it, just come and grab it yourself! "

After saying that, Shi Shiran stretched his right hand forward and made a gesture of asking for help. His attitude was leisurely and there was no trace of worry or worry at all, which made everyone feel worried.

On the one hand, they suspected that Meng Zhao was being pretentious and deliberately showing off his inscrutability, but in fact he was just an embroidered pillow, which was vulnerable. On the other hand, they had to act cautiously for fear of being plotted by the other party.

Xu Fei didn't like Meng Zhao very much. He had seen Meng Zhao and Shen Zhihang fight before. Although their kung fu was good, they might not be able to withstand the joint suppression of so many people.

Then he roared loudly and said,

"Everyone, if you are afraid of being stupid, take down this person named Lu first. The Tianxie War Box belongs to you, and we can discuss it later."

Having said that, without waiting for anyone else's reaction, he took the wrong step, like a horse traveling a thousand miles, and a fierce aura of fighting and fighting arose.

His body movements were like a bow, tense and ejected, and the big iron spear in his hand looked like a poisonous dragon, thrusting out towards Meng Zhao.

The turbulent flow of vitality in the void followed this spear, which was extremely mysterious and blessed with the power of the spear light.

This spear is one of Xu Fei's favorite killing techniques. Fei Long's Head is a killing move that combines physical skills, marksmanship, and momentum. It is powerful and sharp, with endless changes in the follow-up, and it can be suppressed by force for the longest time. people.

If on the battlefield, with thousands of troops and horses behind him, Xu Fei can even use this move to intimidate masters of the same level, and kill the enemy with one move.

Although he was not on the battlefield at this time, and there were no thousands of troops behind him for him to take advantage of, this spear was originally a killing move, a powerful move, and its power was not weak, and it was dazzling and powerful.

However, the shot in Meng Zhao's eyes was extremely rough and full of flaws.

The whole person was motionless, and the arm pressing on the Tianxie War Box was also not withdrawn. He only pressed forward with one palm, and a vortex of energy rose up.

First he shrank slightly, then with a touch and a grab, he broke through the mysterious flying dragon's head.

Instead, he grasped the head of the gun in his palm with his long and powerful palm, which was as white as jade.

As Meng Zhaoyun exerted his strength, fierce and domineering, the invincible Qi moved with a loud click, and with his own fleshy palm, combined with the Qi and divine power, he broke off Xu Fei's personal weapon, the big iron spear head. Break.

The next moment, the gun tip was thrown back, like a sharp sword flying towards Xu Fei.

The two of them were very close to each other, and this move was too fast and sudden. Xu Fei didn't even have time to change his move, so he could only abandon the gun with both hands, clamp the gun head in between, and press the flying gun head into the palms of his hands.

The body shook wildly.

However, although the head of the gun was caught by him with his superb eyesight and skill, Meng Zhao's heroic Qi contained in the body of the gun burst out in an instant, separated from the head of the gun, and turned into a dragon-shaped Qi. He pounced hard on Xu Fei's chest.

Xu Fei could only use his thoughts to condense his body-protecting energy to prevent it.

However, Meng Zhao's skills were so domineering and powerful, and his innate energy was unmatched. Xu Fei's body-protecting energy almost collapsed at the first touch. The dragon-shaped energy was poured into his chest, and he flew back ten feet with a bang. Far.

The tall and heavy body flew high and fell heavily.

If it weren't for Shen Zhihang's quick eyesight and quick hands, he quickly stepped back to support Xu Fei, the man who General Xu was trying to throw would have been thrown off his back and humiliated.

However, even if he avoided the possibility of embarrassment, the trauma to his body still caused everyone present to take a breath.

To say he was half dead would be an exaggeration, but he could definitely be called seriously injured.

On the chest, the soft armor completely cracked and shattered, a wound as thick as a bowl was dripping with blood, and blood veins like blood nets could be seen all around.

His face was even more bleak, his breath was weak, and he no longer had the strength to fight.