Here, Wuxian and Mengcheng fought to one place, and there was a stalemate for a short time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wuxian flung a whip at the horse's hooves, the horse neighed in pain, Meng Cheng tightened the reins with one hand, stabilized his body, and waved a heavy sword with the other hand, the sword momentum was like rain, dense and fierce, and slashed towards the vital points around Wuxian's body. Wu Wu jumped off the horse's head, and came to the back of Meng Cheng with a sway, the tip of the middle finger of his right hand was slightly curled, drawing an arc, and a small cluster of flames jumped to her fingertips in a proud posture.

With a flick of the innocent, the flames fell on the horse's back, and the burning anxiety instantly aroused the horse's inferiority, and I saw it rush towards the crowd in front of it like crazy. Meng Cheng was the first to notice, turned over and jumped off the horse. Because all this happened so suddenly, the cavalry on the opposite side was unexpected, and was overturned to the ground, and suddenly a crowd of people turned on their backs.

"You think you can beat me with a little carving insect skill?" The city of Mongolia stood still.

Smile and don't speak. In her eyes, Meng Cheng was not the kind of person who needed her to use tricks to fight. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the situation on Zheng Rin's side.

"Your companion is dying, you might as well tell me honestly how you got into Acacia Pavilion. Otherwise, wait until you fall into my hands......" Meng Cheng smiled at her maliciously.

Wu Wu spat out two words: "Dreaming." ”

"Good!" Meng Cheng didn't laugh angrily, "You forced me!" ”

He walked quickly in front of Wu Xian, turned his heavy sword into a hundred phantoms, and attacked from the front, left and right sides, leaving no room for her to fight back.

Wu Wu barely resisted, except for a simple defense, she had been calmly retreating backwards.

At this time, Zheng Rin had already pressed the second switch.

The back of the wheelchair suddenly rose two feet, and hundreds of short-handled arrows burst out of the air in an instant, grazing Zheng Rin's scalp and flying past. The material of these short arrows is extremely special, and I can't tell what the attributes are, but they can break through the cavalry's defenses in the blink of an eye, completely ignoring the power of the fighting spirit, as if they were born to restrain the fighting spirit. The short arrow also ignored the armor on the chest of the cavalry, and without a pause, it directly pierced their dantian and abolished their cultivation.

Zheng Rin's highly tense nerves gradually relaxed, these strange short arrows not only solved the crisis in front of him for him, but also had their own locking function, and none of the cavalry surrounding the entire alley were spared, whether light or heavy, they were ruthlessly pierced by the short arrows. What's even more infuriating is that they know the dangers of these sharp weapons, but they can't come up with the slightest defense strategy. To put it more ugly, in the face of sharp weapons that ignore the rules of vindictiveness, they can only be beaten passively, panicked, like dogs that have lost their homes.

"Why don't you resist? Didn't you just have a couple of shots? Meng Cheng pressed on Wu Wu step by step, mocking.

Wu Jian saw the short arrow speeding from behind him, and sneered, "I was thinking, how could Murong Jie promote an incompetent person like you to be a deputy general." ”

"You ......" Meng Cheng listened to Wuxian's sarcasm, he was furious, he threw away the heavy sword in anger, and was about to take out the magic weapon he carried with him from his chest, but he couldn't help but feel a coldness in the dantian rush out, straight into his heart and lungs. He lowered his head and noticed an arrow emerging from his lower abdomen.

"You...... Plot against me! Meng Cheng gasped, pulled out the arrow with all his might, and asked sharply.

"Have I done it?" Wu Xi smiled slightly and asked softly.

Meng Cheng was speechless, not because of his anger, but because the power of the short arrow was too weird, and it consumed most of his fighting qi under a single stab, and even suppressed the return of his fighting energy. He leaned against the wall, his eyes looking at him with resentment.

Wu Xian didn't care about his gaze, calmly put away the white feathers, and re-entered the chaotic crowd, although unarmed, it was still like entering a no-man's land, and only a wail was heard everywhere he passed.

"Are you alright?" She patted Zheng Rin on the shoulder.

"You can handle it, how about you?"

"Me too."

After a few spitting efforts, Wuxian had already knocked all the cavalry brought over by Mengcheng to the ground.

"Who has the ability to teach whom, has it been cleared up now?"