Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

This grasp is incredible, like a roc reaching up to the sky, spreading its wings and striking across the sky. A spiral of earth-yellow air waves rush toward Meng Zhaosha. The incomparable force affects the vitality of the world. It can't be achieved by just one person's strength. Can you resist?

Moreover, this move also involves a spiritual confrontation, and the invisible mental deterrent impacts Meng Zhao's sea of ​​consciousness, which can be said to be the integration of form and spirit.

It was obvious that this innate master of unknown origin had recognized Meng Zhao, and his attack was aimed directly at him, with the purpose of capturing rather than killing, hoping to accomplish all his feats with one move.

Although Meng Zhao is an acquired martial artist, he possesses the body of a Purple Yuan Dragon and has mastered the Crimson Dragon City Heavenly Secret Code, which is a magical book with lofty ambitions to rank as the supreme. It is basically rare in the world. If all the means are unleashed, it may not be possible. Can't take this move.

But with Zhu Guangxi still by Meng Zhao's side, how could he allow Meng Zhao to be attacked and turn a blind eye?

This eunuch was a hard-working type in the early days. After entering the palace, he studied martial arts diligently, but rarely fought. He was a theoretical person and lacked practical combat. Even though he was excellent in martial arts, his combat power and adaptability were not worth mentioning.

Later, he escaped from the palace, and with the support of a nobleman in the palace, he joined the Commoner League. From then on, he fought in the north and south, and went through bloody battles. Only then did he make up for his shortcomings, and his cultivation became refined and pure.

Already after this man jumped into the air from his horse and defeated his half-sound wave-turned-sword effort, he was already on guard. When the man moved sideways in the air and reached out to grab him, he was even more prepared. , and extremely angry.

I saw him stepping on a chain of feet, performing the technique of the palace, and instantly arrived in front of Meng Zhao. At the same time, he flicked his fingers, and a popping sound was heard, and he saw that the spiral energy coming down from the air was hit at the weak spot. Dispersed invisibly.

The man's momentum continued unabated, a cold light flashed in his eyes as he slid down, and he shouted angrily,

"court death."

Then he turned his palm and pressed down, attacking Zhu Guangxi. The skill in his hand was extremely strong. Looking at it, outsiders could only feel that the palm technique was as thick as a mountain, with endless power.

Zhu Guangxi was considered a master among the innate warriors, so he was naturally not afraid. He just stabbed it with his backhand, and the sound of "chichichi" broke through the air again.

Using the finger to refer to the sword, although he did not use the true skill of the Sword Sutra of All Things Transforming into Selflessness, he still showed seven or eight points of his own strength, and the flexibility of the finger was better than that of the sword.

Meng Zhao retreated a few steps without leaving a trace, but looked at the face of the murderous man who suddenly came, and thought to himself,

"There is a black mole on the right eyebrow, the face is as long as a mule, the lip color is light yellow, and a long white jade belt is wrapped around the waist and abdomen, which is actually an egret soft sword. This is one of the three innate talents of the Beining Marquis Mansion, Lei Yao. "

In this era, cameras and photos did not exist, but painters who were good at depicting portraits were not uncommon. In addition, Lei Yao's facial features were very obvious, so it was naturally not difficult to identify him.

In fact, this was not of much use or impact to Meng Zhao. It just confirmed one of his previous conjectures and confirmed where the warriors who came to kill on horseback came from.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhu Guangxi and Lei Yao were already fighting with each other. The momentum was extremely astonishing. The earth-yellow energy was erupting steadily. It looked like a divine roc spreading its wings, tearing the sky and the earth with its claws, and moving like a dragon. Divine weapon.

Zhu Guangxi didn't show any Dharma appearance on the surface, but each move had unparalleled penetrating power. His finger strength was not sword energy, but better than sword energy. Facing this Peng bird Dharma appearance, although he was at a disadvantage, there was no sign of collapse in the short term. It's hard to tell the winner.

Soon, Meng Zhao had no time to pay attention to the battle between Zhu Guangxi and Na Lei Yao, because the remaining acquired warriors were waving their weapons to kill him.

One person is nothing, ten people are enough to shake people's minds, and if they are masters of around thirty, they are enough to be intimidating.

If it were another warrior, even Xu Leizi, who was better than the direct descendant of the Fire Dragon, the master candidate for the Holy Son of the Evil Demon Lord Hall, would definitely feel a headache when faced with so many warriors, or warriors coming on horseback.

However, instead of being surprised, Meng Zhao was overjoyed.

He has not been practicing martial arts for a long time. It has not been more than half a year since he was initiated. However, he has experienced a lot of things, which are far more exciting and brilliant than his previous life.

It's a pity that although he often has disputes with others and has opponents, there are not many serious fights.

And many times I compete with others, compete with each other, and focus on comparing skills, which is difficult to fully enjoy.

At this time, facing these people with red eyes and cruel hearts, who were rushing towards him, there was no need to restrain the murderous intention in their hearts, and they could just do whatever they wanted.

A group of dozens of riders roared towards them like the wind rolling through the ruins of a building. The strong momentum could almost break the will and soul of the warriors, making them weak and helpless, waiting for death.

However, Meng Zhao showed no signs of wavering. Instead, his murderous intent surged. When the flying cavalry suddenly arrived, he took the initiative to meet it.

The three knights in the vanguard had already drawn their weapons, and they slashed at him with two swords and one sword. The weapons of different lengths and styles were all slashing at him. On the edge of the blade, the inner energy was poured into it, tearing the air apart. Even though it was not a weapon that had been tempered for thousands of times, it was a magic weapon. , cutting on a flesh and blood body is enough to separate flesh and bones, and chop a person into two pieces.

And the angle is tricky, and the subsequent changes are also quite impressive.

The cooperation between the three of them could not be said to be a tacit understanding, but it basically blocked Meng Zhao's escape route.

Meng Zhao shouted softly, without any movement, but he used the movement technique of pulling onions on dry land, turned into a shadow and took off, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, and in the gap, dodged left and right, dodging three sharp blades. of slashing.

It was extremely thrilling. The two swordsmen were good, but the swordsman on the horse used a rare Miao sword. It was thin and long, with shining silver. It almost cut against Meng Zhao's right cheek, with sharp force. The wind cuts like a sharp sword.

Meng Zhao's body was protected by a layer of Qi Dragon, which could offset the aftermath of the strong wind. Even though he was not seriously injured, his fair and handsome face was inevitably damaged. For a man, this was not a good thing after all.

From this we can also see Meng Zhao's boldness and his transcendent confidence in himself.

If he wasn't confident, he could use other methods to crack and resolve this move instead of avoiding it like walking on a tightrope.

At the same time, the hands that were originally hanging on both sides of Meng Zhao's body made fist seals, and the iron fists flew wildly, making endless snapping sounds. In an instant, thirty-eight fist shadows were shot out, distributed on the left front, right front, and right front, according to the order The strength of these three people was estimated and they were counterattacked.

This is by no means an exquisite boxing technique, but an ordinary punch based on Meng Zhao's powerful physique and unparalleled foundation. Even some teenagers who have just started practicing martial arts can perform it skillfully and superbly.

The only difference is that with every punch, Meng Zhao's speed is so fast that it is difficult to react, and the power of each punch is so strong that it is difficult to resist.

The fist is like a violent wind and rain, and the fist is like a bronze hammer and an iron axe.

Speed ​​and strength can be said to be the basis of a warrior's battle. When one of them is difficult to resist, it is enough to defeat the opponent, but when both are combined, it is naturally more difficult.

Only three screams were heard above the wind, snow and the sound of horse hooves, and three figures were knocked out from the horseback. The direct attack caused panic among the warriors who followed.