This eagle swooped down, carrying a huge force and might, extremely fast, sharp claws directly grabbed Wang Cheng's head, and a pair of eagle eyes were full of bloodthirsty fierce light.

Wang Cheng's feet sank into the ground, almost numb, so he couldn't exert his strength for a while, so he could only barely reach out to block his head, trying to protect his vital point.

However, the Changhe Taoist stood beside him, and directly grabbed it out, and grabbed the thigh of the eagle steadily, so that its claws could not continue to exert force.

"Don't hurt it. ”

Edin San, who spat out a large mouthful of blood on the ground, hurriedly shouted pleadingly to the Nagatsuru priest.

This eagle is a pet he has cultivated for a long time, almost single-handedly raised, and it is a symbol of his status just like that sweaty BMW.

Chirp......

The eagle let out a soft roar in Changhe's hand, did not give up the struggle, and then the eagle's beak like a sharp blade pierced the eyes of the Changhe Taoist priest, obviously trained to directly attack people's vital points.

The Changhe Taoist snorted coldly, and his arm shook, scattering the strength of the eagle's whole body, and let out a miserable scream. He grabbed the eagle's neck again, and with a fierce glint in his eyes, it seemed that he was about to really kill the almost half-human-tall eagle to death.

Ai Dingsang and several other Mongolian men all changed their expressions greatly, and Bale also looked like he wanted to persuade him.

There are three favorite animals of the people on the grassland, the horse is definitely the first, followed by the eagle, the third is the wolf, the cattle and sheep are just used as food by them, so there are not many other feelings.

Genghis Khan's cavalry tactics were to imitate the hunting instinct of the wolves.

Just when the Changhe Taoist was about to pinch the eagle to death, Wang Cheng spoke.

"Master. Don't kill it. Give me. ”

Wang Cheng reluctantly pulled his feet out of the dirt. The muscles and veins of both legs regained some sensation. He looked at the eagle, and then looked at the sweaty horse standing beside Ai Ding Sang, and said to Ai Ding San in an unquestioning tone: "I heard that the Mongolian people pay attention to the strong and respect, and the strong can have a lot, according to your rules, I defeated Ai Ding Sang, can I have his things." As my trophies?"

A glimmer of light also flashed in the eyes of the Changhe Daoist, and then a smile overflowed at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Yes, according to their traditional rules, this eagle is yours, and this sweaty and bloody horse belongs to you now." ”

Wang Cheng took a few deep breaths, pure yang qi and blood flowed, his feet stepped on the earth, and his body recovered quickly under the drive of the earth's pulsation. The feet have completely recovered their qi and blood and can exert their strength. He took the vulture from his master's hand with one hand, and grabbed both of his legs directly with his palms. Leave this heavy vulture unable to move.

Chirp..................

WhewW......

The vulture let out a long roar, unwilling to be restrained, and then opened its wings and flapped violently, with a wingspan of about two meters and a half, and a whirlwind under the flapping of its wings, wanting to fly again, or directly take Wang Cheng to the sky and fight in his familiar home field.

Pity!

Wang Cheng stomped his feet and nailed to the ground with a pile method that did not move like a mountain, the vulture flapped several times, but there was no effect, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in the eagle's eyes, and under the force, the frequency of the wings flapping was also a little chaotic.

"Wang Cheng, the Condor is mine, you are not allowed to snatch it!"

Ai Ding Sang was helped up by a big man and yelled at Wang Cheng, his face was still extremely red, and it could be seen that anger was still burning in his heart.

Wang Cheng's eyes were also staring at Ai Ding Sang with great strength, and he shouted loudly with the attitude of a victor: "As you just said, you are a loser, a weakling, how can you be qualified to have the Condor and the BMW? ”

As he spoke, Wang Cheng rushed out in one step, jumped onto the sweaty BMW standing there with a brisk step, and sat firmly on the horse's back.

To the surprise of everyone around, this purebred sweat and blood horse belonging to Ai Ding Sang did not resist at all, and accepted Wang Cheng to sit on his back and become his own master very obediently.

Both Aydinsang and Bale's expressions changed drastically, because both of them, as Mongolians, knew that this was the fact that Khan Bloody BMW recognized Wang Cheng as the master.

Because, just now, Wang Cheng defeated Ai Ding San in front of the sweaty BMW.

This purebred sweat-blooded horse, which only has a few horses in the Great Snow Mountain, only recognizes the strong and is unwilling to follow the weak.

"Wang Cheng, you deceive people too much. ”

Ai Ding Sang trembled with anger, and roared at Wang Cheng, and his voice vibrated far away. If it weren't for the fact that the qi and blood in his body were still a little unable to gather, he might have rushed up directly and fought with Wang Cheng.

However, he couldn't move, but several Mongolian men with him rushed towards Wang Cheng, and one of them was also brandishing a horse chopping knife, and the knife technique was also the same way as Ai Ding Sang, which was very strong.

Wang Cheng held the horse's belly between his legs, and with a little force, the sweaty BMW under his crotch let out a low roar, and then the front hooves stepped on the ground with a huge force, and the forelimbs jumped up suddenly, and the two front hooves kicked directly at the Mongolian man who wielded the knife.

Bang!

The hooves of the sweaty BMW kicked directly on the shoulders of the Mongolian man steadily, and the huge force kicked his whole person directly upside down, fell to the ground and rolled out more than ten meters away, and the horse chopping knife was also thrown far away, and he fainted on the spot, and the bones of his arms were also shattered and twisted together irregularly.

Several other Mongolian men were stunned all of a sudden, standing around and not daring to move, whether it was a bloody BMW or Wang Cheng on horseback, it was not something they could deal with.

At first, Bale still wanted to stop Wang Cheng and Daoist Changhe, after all, the sweat and blood BMW was a treasure of the Great Snow Mountain.

But when he thought that he was insulted by Ai Ding Sang in front of the Changhe Daoist, he didn't make any action at once, but was a little happy in his heart. Seeing this scene, he ignored Ai Dingsan's eyes that wanted to kill, and said, "Changhe, Wang Cheng, it's not early. Let's go. In the evening, our host of Beishan will have a banquet for the two of you. ”

When it comes to Kitayama. He deliberately accentuated his tone, saying that Beishan was the representative of Daxue Mountain this time, and he was also the master, so that Ai Dingsan could figure out his identity, Nanshan had failed, and he could not speak to Wusheng Mountain on behalf of Daxue Mountain, which made Ai Dingsan tremble with anger.

After Wang Cheng took these dozen breaths, pure yang qi and blood flowed throughout his body. The slight injuries in his body have recovered, and he has obtained the sweat and blood BMW and the Condor in his hand, and he is in a good mood, and laughs and says, "Okay." ”

After saying that, he laughed and patted the horse's back, and the sweaty BMW quickly started and ran towards the three peaks.

The Changhe Taoist priest was very happy to see Wang Cheng rarely show such a wild demeanor, Wang Cheng is still a young man after all, usually because of the pressure of Wusheng Mountain, he looks young and old, and now vent the deep youthful nature in his heart. And a good thing.

Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ......

The sweaty BMW is really extraordinary, and the starting speed is extremely fast. Almost a step was a very fast speed, and then accelerated again, carrying a Wang Cheng and a vulture on his back, with little sense of weight, and ran dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and Aydin-san was once again spat out with a mouthful of blood, and then he fell on the bodies of several big men and fainted.

It's really a loss to Mrs. and a soldier!

Bale snorted coldly at Aydinsang, did not speak, and walked out with the Changhe Taoist priest following Wang Cheng's sweaty BMW.

"Oh...... Hahahaha............"

Wang Cheng rode a blood-red BMW and felt the feeling of galloping for a long time, as if driving a sports car. Grabbing the vulture with one hand and waving the other overhead, it was as presumptuous as a child getting a fun toy.

Da Da Da ......

And the sweaty BMW under his crotch ran hardly for him to feel any bumps, as if he was running on both feet. Moreover, he can clearly feel the rhythm of each step taken by the sweat and blood BMW from the movement of the horseback, as well as the natural muscle movement between each step of running, as well as the hot qi and blood.

Perhaps, the Sweat BMW is not the most durable breed of steed, or perhaps it is not the fastest breed, or even the most explosive.

However, no one can doubt that sweat and blood BMW is definitely the most vigorous breed of blood in all breeds of horses, and the vigorous body cannot restrain the blood in their own body, and some blood will seep out of the skin as soon as they exercise.

Wang Cheng stretched out his palm and touched the horse's back, and he could feel a trace of viscosity, and felt a trace of bright red and sticky blood that seeped out of the sweaty BMW's skin, and it was still scorching hot.

This is the sweat and blood BMW!

Wang Cheng immediately recalled many descriptions of the Red Snow Pile Method in his heart, which is said to be a pile method, but it is actually a pictographic boxing method based on sweat and blood BMW.

At this moment, the prototype of this pile method was under his crotch, and Wang Cheng instantly felt that he had more understanding of this first Chinese pile method.

Many of the questions he had in the process of studying the Red Snow Pile Method before were suddenly clear in his heart at this moment, and the wonderful breathing secret method became clear in his heart.

Unconsciously, his breathing changed, he gave up the pulse of the earth that he was contemplating, and let the inner breath become the breathing method of the red snow pile method, and he immediately felt a scorching heat all over his body, and the qi and blood became hotter than the pure yang scorching sun, and the temperature of the sweat and blood BMW under his crotch was almost integrated.

It's amazing!

Whoop Woohoo ......

Whoop Woohoo ............

Then, after Wang Cheng's breathing stabilized, he felt that his breathing was almost exactly the same as the breathing of the sweaty BMW, and if he didn't listen carefully, he could only hear a breathing sound.

Law............ Law............

The sweaty BMW also suddenly became excited, and the rhythm of each step became wonderful, and the sound was like a song, and it was also integrated with the breath.

Wang Cheng grabbed the eagle, touched the horse's back with his palm, and sank into the realm of the red snow pile method for a while, as if he was incarnated as a sweaty horse, galloping in the snow, and the four hooves were connected with the earth.

In this way, he and the sweaty BMW under the crotch became more and more compatible, and after running a few hundred meters, the two seemed to be truly integrated, extremely harmonious, as if the knight who had ridden a horse for decades and the horse he was most familiar with cooperated, regardless of each other.

Walking behind and seeing this scene, several Mongolian masters of Bale all looked grim and ugly.

Because, so far there are only three purebred sweat and blood horses in the Great Snow Mountain, which is said to be the bloodline of Genghis Khan's car back then, and has always been one of the most precious treasures of the Great Snow Mountain.

Now he was robbed of a horse by Wang Cheng, and he was not ostracized, and he still got along very well at the moment.

Bale, who was just about to watch the jokes of Aidingsan and Nanshan, also looked a little unpleasant, after all, Nanshan is also one of the branches of the Great Snow Mountain, although there is a competitive relationship between Nanshan and Beishan, but compared with Wusheng Mountain, it is his own person after all.

"Changhe, I underestimated your apprentice. ”

Bale said in a low tone to the Taoist priest of Changhe, who was beside him.

The Changhe Taoist said proudly: "The people who underestimated him have paid the price. ”

Bale's face was dark and speechless.

Because this is the truth, both he and Ai Ding San have paid a lot of price because they began to despise Wang Cheng.

Law..................

However, at this time, there was a sudden long roar of a horse in the distance, full of breath, and the sound was very long and loud.

Bale's expression changed again in an instant, and when he looked over, he saw a fiery red horse in the distance rushing towards Wang Cheng at an extremely fast speed, almost turning into a red phantom.

Daoist Changhe frowned, lamenting that the situation in the Great Snow Mountain was really complicated, and asked in a calm tone, "Who is it?"

Bale said in a bad tone: "It's Baye of Dongshan, but don't worry, her strength is weaker than Ai Ding San, and she shouldn't be Wang Cheng's opponent." ”

Because, Baye is a woman, a Mongolian woman who has defeated many Mongolian men and sat in the position of the first young master in Dongshan, and she is almost the first strange woman in the Mongolian Snow Mountain for hundreds of years.

Wang Chengzheng sank into the perception of the red snow pile method, and fused with the sweat and blood BMW under his crotch, and rarely reached the realm of unity of man and horse.

Then, suddenly, he felt a murderous aura coming straight towards his face.

There is danger!

He instantly woke up from the artistic conception of the Red Snow Pile Method, and immediately felt that the qi and blood all over his body were hot and unbearable, and a vicious aura rose in his heart, and the killing intent condensed and looked in the direction where the dangerous aura came from.

Then, a woman with neat pigtails, a fiery red dress, a dark complexion, and features full of neutral beauty came into view.

However, the next moment, his eyes were focused on the black iron rod in the woman's hand.

The woman brandished a black iron rod and with a whistling sound, and in the blink of an eye she was already in front of him.

The woman in red was also riding a sweaty BMW under her crotch, and she was almost integrated with the sweaty BMW, her face flashed with ruthlessness, and she shot mercilessly. (To be continued.) )