Qingfeng carried a lance, turned over on the horse, he chose a tall and strong gray horse, slightly lifted the reins, this big gray horse was very obedient in place and turned around twice, raised the front hooves, and the action was very beautiful.

Don't look at this Qingfeng as a lame, after getting on the horse, his lame leg not only can't be seen, but it has become an advantage. He uses his bent calves to hook the horse's belly tightly, making it easier to hold his body in place than an ordinary rider.

Ling Qingfeng was still choosing weapons, he really wanted to pick a Qinglong Yanyue knife or something, maybe he could make a knife trick like in the play, but reason told him that if he really got on the horse, he might not be able to make these imaginary moves.

was hesitating between the dilemma, and suddenly the old man's voice came from his ears: "Idiot, why do you need to follow the rhythm of others, it is enough to give full play to your own advantages!" ”

After hearing this, Ling Qingfeng was shocked, and seemed to understand something.

"Wait a minute, I'll pick up the weapon and come back!" With that, Ling Qingfeng rushed out of the hall.

This kid's reaction is so strange! It made everyone confused.

Chaiwang sneered: "He's not going to get a gun, is he?" We are fighting with cold weapons, let alone using guns, even if it is a bow and arrow, it is a foul! ”

When others heard him say this, they thought of a possibility with a very high success rate! With Jin Ba's archery skills, he only needs one round of riding and shooting, and it is useless for Qingfeng Zen Master to take any weapons!

"Bows and arrows are also one of the eighteen kinds of weapons, why can't you use bows and arrows on horses?" This time it was Zha Meng who spoke out, and even he spoke for Jin Ba, which is too rare.

But General Zhang Baosheng remained silent. Cha Meng's words were tantamount to not saying.

Soon, Ling Qingfeng came back from outside. With a giant stick in his hand! This stick is the thickness of a washbasin and is about seven or eight meters long. The green branches at the top have not been cleared.

Where is this weapon, it is clearly a big tree that has just been cut down.

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what Jin Ba was doing when he came back with a big tree.

Ling Qingfeng carried the giant stick upside down, dragged the tail end to the ground, and then took a horse casually, and jumped on the horse's back with a bang.

The horse was crushed and screamed, and almost fell to his knees.

Ling Qingfeng hurriedly lifted the horse's belly, but fortunately, most of the giant stick was dragged to the ground. The horse's back only bears the weight of one end, otherwise it will crush this good horse alive.

Rao is like this, the horse under Ling Qingfeng's crotch can only barely stand, its hooves tremble, and it is difficult to move.

Such a strange riding style, such a rough giant weapon, completely subverted other people's basic understanding of horse warfare.

Ling Qingfeng himself felt a little shameless, stood in place, and shouted solemnly: "I'm ready!" It's time to go. Come on! ”

Qingfeng Zen Master silently turned the horse's head, and the big gray horse walked slowly to a hundred steps away with light steps.

Zen Master Qingfeng tightened the reins and clamped the horse's belly with his legs. The big gray horse began to run with its hooves raised, and it became faster and faster.

Qingfeng Zen Master crouched on the horse's back, dragging the lance upside down with one hand. Under the high-speed sprint, the people and horses are one. There is an indescribable beauty.

This man is a natural rider and a brave warrior. He had learned how to stack the burning horsepower and speed into the piercing force of the lance in his hand.

Halfway through the gallop of the big gray horse, Zen Master Qingfeng had already raised the lance to his chest, clamped his arms, and kept it at the best balance point.

At this moment, the momentum caused by Zen Master Qingfeng was really amazing.

Most of the people present inexplicably raised their hearts to their throats.

This is the most ferocious and violent aesthetics in the era of cold weapons!

In the next second, many people almost closed their eyes, and they had no doubt that the golden master would be poked by a lance and fly into the air.

Jin Ba and the poor horse under his crotch are like a live target that cannot be moved. Unless the giant tree in his hand can blossom, he is doomed to failure.

The lance stabbed in the chest, getting closer and closer, so close that even the little cold light on the lance's head could be seen clearly.

At this moment, the opponent's movements seemed to be magnified countless times in Ling Qingfeng's eyes, and his entire mind had been immersed in the subtle realm, there was no sound in his ears, there was nothing else in his eyes, only the opponent remained.

Call!

There seemed to be a sudden gust of wind blowing on the school ground, and it was the giant stick in Ling Qingfeng's hand that swept and cut through the sky.

This stick swept away, which was unreasonable to the extreme, but reasonable to the extreme. It just happened to shroud the breeze and the mount in the attack range.

Is the sound of horses' hooves fast, or is the rod sweeping faster? Until the answer is revealed, no one knows what this result will be!

Rumble! In the next second, the person turned on his back, and finally the speed of the giant stick in the hand of the golden master was a line faster!

That's a lot of effort! The tall horse was struck by a huge rod and fell to the ground with a bang, without even having time to neigh in sorrow.

This is the ruthless cavalry rush to kill, no one pays attention to the life and death of the horse, everyone just wants to know the result, is Qingfeng defeated?

No! Not yet! The horse fell to the ground, and although it kicked up a cloud of smoke and dust, the Qingfeng Zen Master jumped high from the horse's back and landed steadily on the giant tree that the golden master swept out in the air in the form of a flying bird.

Immediately afterward, Zen Master Qingfeng really rushed down along the giant tree like a gust of wind.

The giant wood was about ten meters long, and the long lance in Zen Master Qingfeng's hand was three meters, and he only took two quick steps before handing the lance to Ling Qingfeng's chest.

Bang! The tea cup on the table was overturned, and the tea was dripping on the table, but no one would pay attention to such a trivial matter.

It was Zhang Baosheng who knocked over the teacup by mistake, he stared fiercely at the whereabouts of the long lance, his face was cloudy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

On this lance, six points of the impact of the horse are borrowed, and three points are the condescending momentum of the Qingfeng Zen Master, plus his own full strength, a total of twelve points of strength, coupled with the sharpness of the long lance, can effortlessly pierce people like pieces of paper and nail them to the ground.

Beidou also held his breath at the moment, he wanted to know how Jinba would deal with this move.

Because even if it was him, in the face of this Qingfeng Zen Master whose physical strength was far beyond ordinary people, and his riding skills were extremely exquisite, he had no choice but to temporarily avoid his edge for a while, and there was no other way.

However, in a blink of an eye, the tip of the lance had already stabbed to his chest, Ling Qingfeng let out a loud shout, and his arms suddenly changed from holding the giant tree to raising it high.

This move is also a quick move, but it is precisely the only trick to break the move. No matter how fierce the enemy's momentum and speed are, the foundation under his feet is still built on that giant tree.

As soon as the foundation is loosened, the center of gravity is unstable, and all strong moves are floating clouds.

The lance was almost stabbed against Ling Qingfeng's scalp. In an instant, it was getting farther and farther away from the top of his head.

Ling Qingfeng didn't wait for the opponent to change his move, his arms were secretly vigorous, and he rubbed it violently, rubbing the giant tree into a spin.

Qingfeng Zen Master no longer had the root of force under his feet, and after stepping on the giant tree twice, his body became crooked.

He stepped on the violently rotating giant tree with both feet, and carried a long lance about three meters long in his hand, and the center of gravity spanned too much to control.

Unless he throws away the lance in time and jumps off the giant tree, there may be a chance to regain his strength.

However, Ling Qingfeng didn't give him this opportunity, but did it in one go, while holding the giant tree with his left palm, he clenched his right fist and slammed the fist into the root of the giant tree.

Call! The entire giant tree suddenly accelerated and swept to the left, and this sudden change of direction made Qingfeng Zen Master unable to maintain his center of gravity any longer, and even fell down with a lance.

Bang! As soon as Zen Master Qingfeng landed, he felt a black overhead, and the giant tree was like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and it smashed down to his head.

This smash is incomparable, unavoidable, unstoppable, Qingfeng Zen Master sighed and closed his eyes to die.

Airplanes! The giant tree miraculously stopped on top of Zen Master Qingfeng's head, and trembled again, the rough bark almost sticking to his cheeks.

"Do you throw in the towel?" Ling Qingfeng held the giant tree with his arms and said with a smile.

Zen Master Qingfeng sighed and threw the lance in his hand to the ground.

People have spared their lives, and it will be beneficial to continue fighting.

This scene is really amazing and exciting to watch, and it makes people's blood boil, especially Ling Qingfeng's giant wood against the long lance, one inch long, one inch strong, you are stronger than me, I will be longer than you!

Whether it's this strange power that is not like a human being, or the subsequent improvisation, the small kung fu is all breathtaking.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!" The soldiers outside the field shouted indiscriminately, in their eyes, only the decision of life and death is the real victory.

Ling Qingfeng didn't really knock Qingfeng Zen Master to death with a stick, but threw the giant wood in his hand and smashed it into dust on the ground.

Zen Master Qingfeng got up from the ground, folded his hands at Ling Qingfeng, bowed, and retreated to Zen Master Ziyu.

Chaiwang shouted impatiently: "You have won this game!" I'm going to raise in the next round! 100 million dollars! Zhang Baosheng, dare not take it! ”

This person raises when he loses, and he looks like he can't afford to lose, and often gamblers with this mentality always lose the most in the casino.

Zhang Baosheng glanced at the only remaining purple jade Zen master beside Chaiwang and nodded.

Zen Master Ziyu kept raising his right hand, walked to the weapon rack with extremely strange movements, picked a ring knife casually, and said lightly: "Can you start?" ”

Ling Qingfeng also walked to the weapon rack, picked up a twenty-six-pound thick-backed horizontal knife, held the knife in his hand, and slowly walked towards the purple jade Zen master.

This game is a tiebreaker, and the two are competing with weapons to kill, and the danger is not inferior to the horse horse battle just now.

Ling Qingfeng frowned secretly, in the cavalry battle just now, although he only used his secret strength to fight the enemy, and did not expose any superfluous moves, he always felt that something was faintly inappropriate, because the reaction of the old man's table was too quiet. (To be continued......)