Chapter 100, Fierce Battle 1

Long Huaijian stood in the dense forest and calmly looked at the only road to the village. Next to him stood Hu Wanle, He Shisheng and other warriors in the iron-bone realm of Liao of Feilongzhuang. Everyone was stopped by a mountain horse with weapons hanging beside the horse's belly.

The road to Feilongzhuang is not wide, and there is only the width of two cars side by side. It is only suitable for four horses to walk lightly, but it is not suitable for Mercedes-Benz. Longfeizhuang is located at the foot of Montenegro, which is also equivalent to being in the arms of Montenegro. Except for this road, which can get on cars and horses into the village, the other three sides are either mountains or dense forests. A single horse may slowly climb over. If the horse runs, especially a few horses in parallel, there is only this road and there is no other way. For the brigade, whether it is entering or leaving the village, this road is the only way.

In addition to Long Huaijian and several warriors in the iron bone realm, there are also about 100 people scattered in the forest, all of whom are powerful and flexible warriors selected from the young people of Feilongzhuang.

The mountain battle, especially the land type of dense forests, hillsides and ravines, is more flexible. They have never fantasized about defeating the Black Wind Thief this time, nor have they considered chasing, so they have no horses. They are all dressed as clean warriors, shorts, trousers are tied up, and their feet are wearing straw shoes. However, the weapons in their hands are variety, including spears, painted halberd, and Big knives, long sticks, long guns and so on. Behind each of them, there is also a bow. People in the mountains and forests make a living by hunting. How can there be no bow and arrows? In addition to a strong bow made of black mountain bamboo, each of them also has sharp arrows made of bamboo and pheasant tails, and in the flying dragon village, everyone who learns martial arts The first thing to learn is bows and arrows, which are the way to hunt and save lives. It is better to shoot prey from a long distance with bows and arrows than to fight with their own prey. Therefore, although every martial artist's archery in Feilongzhuang can't be said to be a hundred steps through Yang, it is also extremely refined. Such a big person stands there, just a little farther away. As long as the distance is still within range, they can still shoot.

At this time, they just stood quietly. Everyone showed resolute eyes, quietly looking outside the dense forest, watching Long Fei and the three people's indifferent and smiling performance in front of the 200 black wind pirates. Even when they heard that Long Fei was going to compete with Shan Qing, their eyes showed shock and worship.

When they heard that Long Fei was so heroic, they were not afraid. They were just excited and expected when hunting. The Black Wind Thieves were their prey, and within the scope of Montenegro, it was a hunting ground. In Montenegro, they are the owners. Everything that enters their territory, whether human or animal, is their prey. When dealing with prey, they are all experienced hunters.

Of course, they are still angry!

As the saying goes, sitting at home behind closed doors, disaster falls from the sky. Feilongzhuang was originally a paradise with no competition with the world. Although Feilongzhuang is full of martial arts and everyone likes to dance boxing and clubs, it is also to fight against beasts. In order to protect themselves, no one wants to fight with people with this. Now, they are forced to take up weapons and fight with the enemy. Desperate.

How not to be angry, how not to be angry!

Long Fei's three martial arts have reached the innate realm. Even if they are invincible to these two hundred black wind thieves, they should be able to escape for their lives, but Long Huaijian was worried. When the villagers agreed to retreat, Long Huaijian immediately handed over the work to Tong Kun and followed the dragon with the young warriors selected from the Flying Dragon Village. The three of them were behind and ambushed halfway, cooperating with Long Fei's blocking, or seduction of the enemy.

He is not afraid of being found by the people stolen by the black wind. It is still more than ten feet away from the main road, and the terrain here is still higher than the main road, condescending. Everything that happens on the road can be seen, but the people on the road can't see the situation in the dense forest. Moreover, as long as they rush down a few feet, they can put the black wind thief within the range covered by powerful arrows, and then rush down a few feet to connect with the black wind thief. When you want to retreat, you will withdraw from the dense forest of the sloping mountain, like a tiger into the deep mountain, and the dragon returns to the sea. Even if the black wind thief wants to chase it, he can only sigh at his back.

Who is more familiar with the terrain in Montenegro than these generations of Flying Dragon Village who live in the foothills of Montenegro!

Outside the mountains and forests, in the mountain road, under the afterglow of the sunset, there are two riders facing each other. Behind the two riders, one side is a team of about 200 people, each leaning tightly and short, wearing short clothes, strangling the muscles of the whole body one by one, as if there were many swellings on the body, in everyone's hands. Take the weapon and stare at it. On the other hand, there were only two young men in long clothes, with empty hands and a smile on their faces. The two of them were not inferior to 200 people.

The two people confronting on the road are the same. There is no expression on their faces. If you have to say that there is an expression, that is, Shanqing is cold, which is a kind of cold from his bones. It seems that his hair is made of thousands of years of ice from head to toe, and even his hair is also like a murderous atmosphere after countless killings. A person close to him seemed to be close to a huge iceberg. The piercing cold made everyone who approached him shudder as long as his martial arts skills were lower than him. This coldness, like a thick shell, surrounds Shanqing, as if he is the only one left between heaven and earth, and no one else exists, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

However, Long Fei seemed to be smiling. Although there was no smile on his face, he had it in his eyes and heart. He seemed to have picked up the golden treasure, and his eyebrows rippled with joy, as if the battle with Shan Qing was not a life-and-death battle, but between good friends or the master's guidance to his apprentices.

"Ha..." Long Fei suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed silently a few times. Then he took off the white wax gun hanging next to the horse's abdomen and hugged Shan Qing's fist and said, "Big head, please!"

Shandong slowly pulled out two knives from the scabbard of the horse's abdomen. This is a pair of yin and yang knives, that is, the two knives are not the same, but the left hand knife is thin and straight, like a long sword, but slightly bent than the sword, and the right hand knife is curved and thick, like a thick-backed tiger head knife used in both hands, but this tiger-headed knife is slightly light. A little thinner. The two knives have different weights and shapes, and their hands are not easy to swing. There are not many people who can use these two knives at the same time. Everyone who uses this weapon must have something extraordinary, such as being distracted. This kind of weapon also has a feature, that is, the light man is generally the main attack, and the heavy man is generally the main defense. The light attack can not only change lightly, like a phantom, which makes people unable to defend, but also save strength. The heavy can defend, but it can be held by a man, and the momentum of ten thousand people can't be opened. If you smash it with a knife, any kind of weapon will be split.

Unfortunately, although Long Fei also read a lot of books in the first half of Wangtianfeng, he has never been widely knowledgeable, including Lin Kedang and Shi Zhanguo, who do not know how to use this knife.

One of the biggest characteristics of Shan Qing's knife is that the heavy knife is not blindly defending, and sometimes participates in the attack. This attack is a sneak attack. When the enemy blocks the light knife, he thinks that Shan Qing's attack is only there, and when he breathes a sigh of relief, Shan Qing's right hand heavy knife will quickly wave, as fast as lightning and powerful. All the way, before the enemy reacted, he had been killed in front of him. Even if someone reacted in a hurry, but suddenly, he could not stop his powerful knife, and he would often be cut by him. Many people who competed with Shan Qing died under Shan Qing's move.

Will the story be repeated this time? Or will Longfei be an exception?

"Dang!" Shan Qing's two knives met and made a crisp sound. Then, his legs gently clamped the horse's abdomen. ** The black grassland steed like a dark cloud floated by, and in an instant crossed about three feet between the two. Shan Qing's body was slightly side, and the thin knife in his left hand scratched like a flash of lightning. The thin knife reflected the sun and flew to the dragon. The neck. Unexpectedly, the fight started without saying a word.

Looking at the shiny knife body, you will know that this knife is not ordinary. It must be unparalleled sharp. If it is hit, Long Fei's big head will leave only a thick scar on the mouth of the bowl.

Long Fei only controlled the horse with his legs and gently pinched the horse's abdomen. The short mountain horse rushed forward, tilted slightly to the right, held the gun body with both hands, and waved the white wax gun, as if Tianlong turned over and picked the tip of the gun towards the thin knife of Shanqing. Long Fei holds the gun with both hands, while Shan Qing shakes hands with one hand. In terms of strength, Long Fei must be slightly better. If the thin knife is picked by a long gun, no matter how much strength Shan Qing uses, he will be picked up. The two have the same level of martial arts, and there will certainly be a little difference between both hands and one hand.

Shan Qing did not wait for the two weapons to intersect, and his left wrist turned over, as if the whole arm had reversed. The thin knife also turned to an angle, from the dragon's neck to straight to the abdomen of the dragon's chest.

Long Fei looked solemn, held the gun barrel with his hands apart and placed it horizontally in front of him.

With a sound, Shan Qing's rapid knife was cutting the barrel of the white wax gun, leaving a white mark on the tough white wax wooden gun rod. Long Fei only felt that his hands were shaken, and the long gun was almost shaken out of his hand. The white wax wood turned down, and then bounced up and bounced the thin knife away. Under this strong impact, Long Fei The body leaned back slightly, while Shan Qing's thin knife in his left hand was bounced high. The two horses staggered, and the two separated again.

In an instant, the two fought two moves. Both of them changed their moves according to the situation. Whether it was a move or a move, it was natural. The other was either a defensive or a fight, but it was also natural, as if they had a good heart. One attack and one defense turned out to make a combination of heaven. However, the two moves were light and rhinoceros. Li, like antelope hanging horns, has no trace to find. In addition to the two who know, only Lin Kedang and Shi Zhanguo can see one or two. The rest, including Shen Shizhi, Long Huaijian and others, are inexplicable.

However, although everyone was dazzling and didn't know why, they also knew the danger between the two. Therefore, they all watched it and did not dare to say anything, for fear of worrying the two.

In the wide but long mountain road, for a while, there was no other sound except the sound of the wind blowing and the rustling leaves and the response of the horseshoe!