Chapter 55 Dragon Battle in the Wild 5

Kowloon has just taken over the 18th heavy cavalry, and it is inevitable to be provoked and unconvinced by his subordinates, but Kowloon did not expect that the other nine centurion of the 18th team were respectful and obedient to the young boy.

Kowloon has made up his mind to kill chickens and warn monkeys to find the right person!

Kowloon narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "In that case, let me show you whether my fist is hard or your mouth is hard!"

"I'm afraid you can't do it. Use all your strength and let me see the tiger power of the thousand-person team general!" The young man's face was still calm and unchanged.

Suddenly, Jiulong moved. His movements were extremely slow, squirming like kneading dough, and playing Taiji Longfeng Yin. Taiji Longfeng Yin is a supreme skill of swords, but it can also be used as a boxing.

The meaning rotates with the qi, the qi rotates with the force, the essence rotates with the qi, and the qi rotates with the spirit. "Taiji Dragon and Phoenix Yin" relies on boxing, which is also unpredictable. There is a mysterious opportunity for ghosts and gods. The golden light rotates between Kowloon's hands as the Kowloon moves, and a Taiji yin and yang fish slowly forms.

Every time the young man fights a strong fighting spirit, he is refined by the unpredictable yin and yang fish. The speed is so fast that he is like a ghost!

"The devil is out of the way!" The young man was shocked and quickly withdrew his fist, but something unexpected happened. His fist pressed against Jiulong's fist and did not move, and it was difficult to pull it back.

"Look at the boxing!" The man hurriedly drummed up, and an empty hand suddenly hit out, and the surging flames burned fiercely, hitting the face of Kowloon directly.

"Four or two dials a thousand pounds, there is no way to win!" Jiulong was not in a hurry, and his boxing skills turned around. With great strength, he unexpectedly intercepted the wrist of the fire fist. This move can be said to avoid its sharpness and draw money from the bottom of the pot.

In a blink of an eye, the young centurion's hands were tied by Kowloon. Kowloon slowly pushed the grinding disc and moved extremely slowly, but the young centurion was like a toad falling into the swamp. Even if he tried hard, it was useless!

The more Jiulong fought, the more energetic he became. He was like an old man who became an immortal. He unconsciously practiced "Taiji Dragon and Phoenix" and connected it over again, and the cycle was endless. This is the mystery of Tai Chi!

At this time, the young centurion felt fear. He felt that he was like a boat wandering in the huge sea. The unbridled sea surged wildly and fiercely attacked him, and he could sink to the bottom anytime and anywhere.

"General!" At this time, the centurion's voice trembled a little and hurriedly called Kowloon, but Kowloon did not stop. No one stop, no one was allowed to shake, I was independent of the world, and no one was alone.

Suddenly, the boxing wind changed again, suddenly pulled and pushed out again. The domineering and fierce boxing wind suddenly hit out. With a bang, the young centurion was sent out by Kowloon with only one punch.

Puff——

The blood soared, splashing and scattered on the ground. With a bang, the centurion fell to the ground, his teeth bleakly, his eyes flashed, and he lowered his head sadly.

At the moment when the centurion's eyes flashed, Jiulong immediately noticed that this man was young, but he had the cultivation of a six-level martial artist. He was either a genius or an ordinary man who could not stand it and suffered endless twists and turns before he cultivated his profound cultivation.

brushed, Jiulong suddenly turned around, and two bright golden lights burst out of his eyes, and suddenly shot at the other nine centurions. At this moment, the rest of the centurions were all tongue-tonished. Kowloon's tactics were strange and mysterious, and unfathomable. Their leaders could not meet them. , not to mention them.

"Why, all the generals still don't accept it!" Jiulong's voice was like a magic sound, which suddenly woke up nine dull centurion.

Plop! Plop! The nine generals looked at each other and immediately fell in front of Jiulong and said painfully, "General!"

"Okay, you go down. Tomorrow, the army will go as usual. You can also go and have a rest. What you have done today is good for everyone. Don't do it. If not, the military law will deal with it!"

"Thank you, General, for your generosity!" The nine generals were immediately overjoyed, quickly thanked Jiulong and went out. After all, they were not six-level warriors, three five-level warriors and six fourth-level warriors, but such strength can indeed go horizontally in ordinary armies.

Watching the nine centurion leave, Jiulong turned his eyes to the young centurion, slightly narrowed his eyes, licked his lips and said, "There is a centurion of a sixth-level warrior under my command, which is really beyond my expectation!"

"General, the last general is a defeated general. You are respected as a strong man in the 18th team of heavy cavalry. You beat the last general. The last general should obey the order of the strong. From then on, as long as the general is ordered, the last general will be the first soldier and go through fire and water, and he will not hesitate!"

"But..."

"But what?" Jiulong's eyes were cold, which seemed to pierce the heart of the young centurion and suddenly shouted coldly.

"But please remember that the last general obeys the general's order, not your Kowloon's order!" The young centurion still had a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth, but when he spoke, he had his own majesty.

Jiulong looked at the centurion carefully, paced gently, and said slowly, "Is it different?"

"It's different!" The young centurion made a sound, with a firm attitude, decisiveness and calmness, and a magnificent wisdom.

Kowloon looked at it again, but saw that the centurion's skin was delicate, extremely delicate, bright red, angular, and dark green long hair fluttered down. Although the blood was blown away by Jiulong's punch, his face did not change.

Kowloon has never seen such exquisite facial features, which can definitely be called a peerless beautiful man, but his eyes are slightly cloudy, showing a crippled beauty. Heaven and earth make people, not perfect, but this beautiful man confirms this.

Jiulong stretched out his hand, slowly raised the man's chin, and looked at it again. Jiulong was even more surprised. Originally, the man was injured and should have been a little uncomfortable, but what shocked Jiulong was that the man's face showed no sign!

Suddenly, Jiulong suddenly grabbed the man's neck and sneered--the sudden change shocked the handsome man. Jiulong was clear and found the man's clue.

A * was grabbed by Jiulong, and torn apart, revealing an extremely ugly face. His face was red, swollen and scorched, but it was completely burned by the fire.

and the hair were taken down, and the whole person looked ferocious and horrible.

"You!" Suddenly, the man was unable to prevent it. Everything happened in an instant, but it didn't help. He calmed down and didn't say a word. His eyes were full of endless humiliation. He slowly lowered his head and let the blood in his mouth drop by drop.

"From the moment you came in, I knew that you were a person with a story..." Jiulong said quietly, sighed, threw * away, and walked away. His melancholy back was full of loneliness and pity.

The man ignored the wound and slowly put on his mask. Another beautiful man wiped a handful of blood and said slowly, "General, you have violated my privacy!"

"You hide the evil heart, incite the nine centuriffs to try to plot a rebellion, and hide your true face. What's your intention? The sky net is slow and unmissable. Your wildness is learned from the sun and the moon, and everyone gets it and kills it. This general can be wrong!" Jiulong turned his back to the man and made a sound. Then he weakened, "Or, you are the same person as me. You can go. What kind of life is it? What kind of life is it? I won't force you!"

The man looked at Jiulong in a dazment, with an uncertain light in his eyes. Suddenly, he fell to his knees with a plop, and his voice was like crying. He was very pitiful and said slowly, "General..."

"Please get up. I'm a mud bodhisattva. It's hard to cross the river. My shade can't protect you!" Jiulong's voice was melancholy, his back was depressed, and he said slowly.

"General, the last general can see that the general's heroism will not be a thing in the pool in the future. The last general has the honor to follow the general to fight in the south and the north. In fact, the last general is lucky enough to kill the battlefield for the general. The last general will not hesitate to do anything, but... Ask the general to listen to a story..."

Jiulong was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "What's your name?"

"The last general's name is Euro Tartison!" As soon as Euro Tatison heard Jiulong mention his name, he was overjoyed and quickly reported his name. He looked at Jiulong with infinite expectation and waited for Jiulong's reply.

"Oro Tatison?" Jiulong whispered the name, then turned around, looked at the respectful Euro Tartison, and said slowly, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

"Thank you, General, for your success!" Euro Tatison trembled all over and looked at Kowloon in an incredible way. He could feel the sincerity of Kowloon. From that depressed figure, Euro Tatison firmly believed that following Kowloon was the right choice in his life, and then he began a long narrative.................