Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao saw that Cao Zhan didn't speak, and there was a lot of hesitation in his expression. He knew what he was thinking and said,

"Cao Zhan, you don't have to worry about my safety. On the contrary, you should be more careful yourself. The two people suspected of being evil demons have good foundations and superb fighting power. If something cannot be done, you should put your own safety first."

Cao Zhan thought about it, and it was true that that day's competition made him truly understand that Meng Zhao's martial arts was so strong that he had few opponents among acquired warriors, and there was no need for him to protect or worry about him.

The so-called personal guard has more symbolic and comforting meanings, rather than actually requiring him to stay at all times.

"Yes, sir, I understand the importance."

So the three of them assigned a route. Zhu Guangxi, the most skilled in martial arts, searched in the direction of Yunwu Mountain, Cao Zhan pursued in the direction of the county town, and Meng Zhao compromised and pursued deep into the forest.

Regardless of whether there is a harvest or not, they will eventually have to return to the narrow mouth of the forest to meet up. If there is still no trace after dark, they will go back to the market town and wait for the experts to come to help before making any plans.

Swish, swish, the cold wind in front of him was like a knife, beating towards him. Meng Zhao, who was leaping in mid-air, did not notice it and could not move a hair. This was because there was an invisible air dragon in front of him surrounding his body, making it impossible for water to splash into him. The wind cannot blow in.

At this time, Meng Zhao was like Taishan, an ape, flying through the winter snow-laden forest. Unlike Taishan, who climbed with his hands, Meng Zhao used the skill of raising his energy to lighten his body, and stepped on these terry trees that had grown for unknown ages. The tree trunks took advantage of the force to turn and soar into the sky, passing all the way, and behind them were the fluttering snow falling in a variety of colors.

After galloping for about a stick of incense, Meng Zhao once again saw the traces left by a fierce battle, and on a three-foot-high shirt tree, he saw a brightly colored rag, which should be the remnants of a woman's clothes. He didn't know. It belonged to Tang Linger, or the female master who ambushed the Fire Dragon Cave. She was overjoyed, knowing that she had probably found the right direction, and continued to move forward...

At the end of the forest, behind a narrow pass that looks like the entrance to a gourd, is a plain land with a line between heaven and earth as far as the eye can see. It is now covered with snow, like a land of arctic snow rivers, with no birds and no animals.

Beside a frozen stream, Tang Ling'er, whom Meng Zhao was pursuing so hard, was now pale, full of despair and regret, holding a delicate green sword, leaning against Shi Siming, who had only half a life left. beside.

She was wearing a gorgeous pomegranate red dress, with a graceful figure and a graceful figure. Her pretty, slightly dark face was as red as a ripe apple. She was beautiful, but she was like a caged animal, anxious and restless, with flickering eyelashes. With a few ice beads.

And the direct disciple of the Fire Dragon Cave, who had been repeatedly defeated by Meng Zhao, was leaning against a boulder half a man tall, with a face as golden as paper, eyes unfocused, and a few bloody plum blossoms blooming on his chest.

The continuous falling snowflakes from the sky hit his hair and dyed his temples white. He looked extremely old and weak, as if he was about to die at any moment.

Tang Linger wiped the blood from the corners of Shi Siming's mouth with her personal handkerchief, while sobbing and regretting,

"Senior brother, if you hadn't saved me, you would never have been so seriously injured. It's all my fault..."

Shi Siming was in great pain, but he looked at the girl next to him with great pity. After coughing up blood, he forced a smile and said,

"Junior sister, there is no need to blame yourself. It was my mediocre abilities and low martial arts that put junior sister in danger.

Later, I can use the Mysterious Fire to Break the Forbidden Magic, burn 30% of my blood essence, and deliver a fatal blow.

At that time, Junior Sister, you should seize the opportunity and run away from this pass. I believe Junior Brother Zheng will make the same choice as me. "

On the empty ground in front of the two of them, Zheng Kexie, who was dressed as a Taoist priest and had a long scar on his face, was trying his best to use all the subtleties of the Rouyun Dangri Sword Technique. His inner breath filled his meridians, and his sword energy Like a spring silkworm spinning silk, the silk strands are entangled and turned into a sword cloud, coiled around the body, fighting with a master wearing a saffron cotton robe.

His swordsmanship is mainly soft and powerful, but it is as fast as thunder and lightning. The sharp sound of breaking through the air, like the roar of tigers and dragons, echoes endlessly in the wilderness.

However, Zheng Kexie, who performed so vigorously, was obviously at a disadvantage.

My head was dripping with sweat, the heat was steaming, and a foot-long white mist appeared above my head. After intersecting with the falling snow, the mist spread more and more, forming a strange scene.

The man he was fighting with was wearing a hood and couldn't see clearly. He was of average stature, even a little short.

However, his martial arts skills are first-class. His palms are as red as gold and iron, and his techniques such as shooting, interception, pushing and collapsing are simple and unpretentious, but they contain extremely sinister and powerful energy. Zheng Kexie was beaten. He only has the power to parry, but not to fight back.

That huge sword wind momentum was just forced out by forcing the inner breath to resist the sinister energy.

It is a waste of internal energy and has no practical use.

But Zheng Kexie was well versed in the art of using softness to overcome hardness and using strength to fight against force. I'm afraid he would have been defeated long ago.

And above the frozen stream, stood a woman wearing a precious white fox fur cloak, with skin as white as snow.

I saw that she had a palm-sized face with melon seeds, pink cheeks, a pair of eyes that were like autumn water, watery and affectionate, coupled with a small nose like a jade, and a rosy mouth. She was obviously not very old, but she was It gives people a coquettish feeling that charms all living beings.

As soon as his eyes opened, his soul was captivated, and even the mountains, rivers and lakes on the earth were captivated by it.

This woman was quite dissatisfied when she saw that her companions could not defeat Zheng Kexie for a long time, and she said in a crisp voice like an oriole,

"Xu Leizi, did you not eat this morning? How can you deal with a small Fire Dragon Cave disciple? It took you so long and you still can't win. It seems that your name as the candidate for the Holy Son of the Demon Lord Palace is not worthy of the name!"

Her voice was obviously not loud, but because of the inner energy, it echoed very clearly in the ears of several people present, making everyone on both sides blush with anger and rage.

For example, Tang Linger, Shi Siming, and Zheng Kexie were underestimated because their families were looked down upon. Huolongdong was one of the nine surnames and thirteen families in the world, a holy land of martial arts. As disciples of the holy land, they all had good qualifications and basic martial arts skills. They are extraordinary people, but they never thought that one day, someone would refer to them as little Fire Dragon Cave disciples. They are so arrogant that there is no limit to it.

And the man who was beating Zheng Kexie was so angry that he almost vomited blood. First he was called the most disgusting name Xu Lezi, and then he was ridiculed for his poor martial arts. It was simply unreasonable.

This person from the Fire Dragon Cave is indeed not as good as him in terms of foundation and martial arts, but he is still an elite trained by a famous sect, and his skills can restrain his demonic power to some extent, so he is definitely not an incompetent person.

He immediately shouted,

"Little witch, please don't mess with my mind. This man's swordsmanship is good. I, the Holy Son, am so happy to see that I am hunting, so I accompany him to fight a few more moves."

As he finished speaking, he saw a great aura around him, and the aura on his palms, which was like red clouds, was even more blazing. He used a clever move, forcing Zheng Kexie to panic.

Then the man shouted angrily,

"Let go."

Then he saw the sword in Zheng Kexie's hand flying high into the sky.

Before he could retreat, a fierce palm force struck his chest.