The Pressed Realm knew that he couldn't withstand such a heavy blow when he sat down on the war horse, so he didn't make a hard connection to Scar Lion's second stick.

Pull away the iron rod with a long lance, and then sweep back with a lance.

Between the moves, the speed is like lightning.

Scar Lion knocked the lance away with an iron rod, and seemed to be particularly interested in the lance, so he deliberately looked at it a few more times.

He seemed to be very envious of the person in front of him who could have such a long lance.

The stick method of the scar lion is a bit special, and this kind of play cannot be done by normal people, so it is daunting, or it can be called the stick throwing method.

His iron rod was only a little shorter than the lance of the platform, and longer than the wooden spear used by ordinary soldiers.

And it is made of pure iron, the thickness of the wrist is thin, and the weight can be imagined.

Others use sticks, mostly with both hands, but he is one-handed.

With such a weight of iron rod, he held the tail of the rod in his right hand, but the rod seemed to be inserted in the rock, how could this kind of wrist strength be within the reach of ordinary people?

Not to mention the iron rod, how many ordinary people can hold a wooden stick so long and thick with one hand, hold one end, and still hold the wooden stick flat and not shake?

Scar Lion uses the stick in this way to maximize the length of the stick and the strength of the stick.

How powerful is a stick thrown up and smashed down like this?

"If you are a soldier, why are you a thief!"

The platform squealed, and poked at the heart of the scar lion.

The Scar Lion stood up and held the iron rod in front of him, pinpointing the lance.

"What about the soldiers? The government soldiers are also a den of thieves! ”

Scar Lion asked rhetorically, anger overflowing in his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, the iron rod swept over.

The Pressed Realm leaned over the warhorse, and the iron rod swept behind him, bringing a gust of wind.

The stick swept over, and the platform pressure realm immediately got up and stabbed out.

At this time, the scarred lion long stick swept, the stick was on one side, and it was obviously too late to withdraw the stick to defend.

But instead of defending, he jumped up from his horse with the inertia of a sweeping stick.

The other person was in mid-air, kicking away the long lance of the Taitai Pressing Realm.

At this time, the stick also happened to be behind him, and with one hand, he forced it upward, pulled the iron rod from behind his back, and went straight to the top of the head of the Taitai Pressure Realm with the momentum of the collapse.

He couldn't dodge the pressure of the platform, and in a hurry, he took off the long lance, and then slapped it on the lance with one palm.

His spear shook in mid-air before slamming sideways into Scarl's chest.

The blow sent Scarl's body back into the air, but the stick fell.

The platform pressed the realm gritted his teeth, raised his hands and caught the stick stiffly, under the huge force, the iron rod sank, and the moment the platform pressed the realm grabbed the iron rod, he screamed.

"Open!"

Sitting down, the war horse let out a mournful roar, obviously struggling too hard, and did not fall down.

He grabbed the iron rod with both hands and pulled it hard, pulling the scar lion back in mid-air.

The Scar Lion was dragged in front of the Scar Lion, and the Scar Lion punched him in the chest.

This punch knocked the scarred lion directly to the ground, and the iron rod was also snatched away by the platform.

Without waiting for the Scar Lion to get up, the Iron Bar was used as a javelin and threw it at the Scar Lion on the ground.

The black light is like a thunderbolt, and it comes in an instant.

The scarred lion immediately rolled away, and the iron rod slammed into the earth, the official road was solid and solid, but the iron rod was at least a foot deep, and the dust exploded.

If this blow is poked on the scarred lion, it will definitely be directly poked through.

Flying down from his horse, he kicked Scarlion to his neck with a side kick before he could stand up.

Scarred Lion raised his hands to the side of his neck, but the force of the kick swept him to one side.

"Even if you are dissatisfied with the court, even if you have grievances, and you have grievances, you must not harm the people!"

Yutai roared and attacked fiercely, punch after punch, and the wind and rain were blowing.

Scar Lion was forced to defend, and a series of shots opened his fist, but he couldn't prevent it, and missed a punch that hit him in the door, and the punch Scar Lion fell backwards.

The platform pressed the realm and kicked at the scar lion, and the scar lion's body curled up and flew out, rubbing the ground, and flying out more than a zhang away.

With such an upper hand, Yutai will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates, and chase after him again, and step down on Scar Lion's chest!

Scar Lion's eyes widened suddenly, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to use his hands to prop up and block the kick of the platform.

"You know what!"

Scar Lion struggled to push Tantai's feet away, stood up with his hands on the ground, and kicked his feet towards Tantai's chest.

He took half a step sideways, then grabbed Scarlion's legs, and he picked Scarlion up and spun around.

As he turned, he saw a big tree next to him, so he slammed into the tree with the scar lion.

At this moment, the scar lion's head broke and blood flowed, and his head rumbled, and he instantly lost his fighting power.

As soon as he let go, he threw the scar lion into the distance, caught up again, and kicked the scar lion in the chin, and the scar lion's body spun and slid out half a foot.

Seeing that his lance was not far away, he went over to pick it up, walked to Scar Lion's side, held the lance with both hands, and pointed the lance down to Scar Lion's heart.

The scarred lion was confused, and he no longer had any power to resist.

"Although I don't know why you left the government, listening to your words, I guess that maybe you have been wronged, but this is not a reason for you to harm others, the person who persecuted you deserves to die, and you persecute others deserve to die." ”

Scar Lion slowly opened his eyes and coughed violently, bleeding from his mouth.

He stopped fighting, and lay there looking at the pressure of the platform, but there seemed to be no fear in his eyes, but he became flat.

"You're right, that's not why I'm killing someone......"

Scar Lion's mouth was still bleeding blood, and his speech was slurred.

"But what do you know...... What do you know...... Ahem, I bravely killed the enemy and made many military exploits, but they were all occupied by those noble children, and they were afraid that I would tell the story and kill me. ”

He raised his finger with difficulty and pointed to the scar on his face: "They slashed me three times in the face and threw me outside the barracks, thinking that I would die......"

He suddenly roared, "Why should I be a good person again?!" ”

Scar Lion couldn't open one eye, sealed by bleeding, and the other eye looked straight at the Pressed Realm.

"Your lance is expensive, it's not something that we poor people can use, I think you are also from a rich background, what do you know about a person like you?"

The Scar Lion raised his hand and grabbed the lance, and both hands were cut by the lance, and the blood flowed profusely.

"Kill me."

He said.

The platform was stunned.

"Kill me!"

The Scar Lion roared.

He clenched his hands and pulled down sharply, and the lance poked into his heart, and the moment the lance penetrated, his body shook violently, and then his hands fell to the ground softly.

"You're in good shape...... You have a ...... Such a good lance. ”

Scar Lion squeezed out the last few words from his mouth, then tilted his head and died in anger.

Looking at this corpse, it was as if a big stone had suddenly been blocked, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The scar-faced man who died in front of him should have been from the border army, and in just three words, he had suffered for half his life.

"It's the court that's sorry for you, it's those bastards who are sorry for you."

He pulled out the lance and turned to mount his horse.

"It's not that the people are sorry for you, you deserve to die."

As soon as he mounted his horse, the horse neighed and rushed towards the northern maniac in the crowd.

But at this moment, on the other side, there were also two people who also rushed towards the northern fanatic, coming from the south and galloping on horseback.

Jia Ruan, the senior brother of the Hanging Knife Gate, said loudly: "Capture the thief and capture the king first, let's go and kill the thief leader, and the thieves besieging Li Qi and them will be chaotic." ”

Although Yu Jiuling knew that his martial arts were not strong, he nodded vigorously: "Okay!" ”

The two men lay on their horses to avoid the thieves' feathered arrows, which whizzed past them or behind them.

"I'll go first!"

Senior Brother Jia Ruan shouted, and seeing that he rushed to the front of those thieves, he straightened up and sprinkled his hands out.

"Today, you should know that there is no falsehood in the three uniques of hanging knives!"

As soon as those hands were sprinkled, a piece of silver flew out, and in this flick, I don't know how many flying knives he sent out with his hands.

I saw that the horse thieves who stopped in front of him fell one after another, and almost all of the people in that row were hit by throwing knives.

Rushing here, the senior brother Jia Ruan flew up on horseback, he sat down and the war horse immediately collided with the opposite war horse.

In the neighing of the war horse, the senior brother was in mid-air, and once again threw out a piece of silver, but the target was the northern madman behind the crowd.

Sitting on the back of the tall horse, the northern madman saw the man flying up, and knew that there would be a throwing knife, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the horse thief next to him.

Blocking the horse thief in front of him, the flying knife poked the horse thief densely, and there were three stab hits in the face alone.

The elder brother tapped on the shoulder of a horse thief and flew up, but in mid-air, the northern madman smashed the corpse in his hand.

The distance was already very close, and there was no way to hide this time, and the senior brother was smashed by the corpse and fell very hard.

The northern maniac reached out and took a long knife from the horse thief next to him, and threw it casually.

Senior brother Jia Ruan didn't see it, but he knew that the enemy must have a follow-up move, and after landing on the ground, he quickly rolled over, and the knife flew and slammed into the ground.

The entire blade was poked into the ground, and the handle didn't even shake, as if it had been cast in the ground.

The senior brother turned over and reached out to touch it, but he only had two flying knives left.

He shook his hand, and a knife went straight to the heart of the Northern Maniac, and after that knife shot, his body took a step across, and the second knife flew to the throat of the Northern Maniac.

These two knives are extremely skillful, the first knife strikes first, but the second knife is faster, so these two knives are almost indistinguishable from the front and back in front of the Northern Maniac.

The senior brother deliberately took a step across and then fired the second knife, just to let the two knives pass in different directions, and the second knife was more powerful, which made people unguardable.

According to the idea of inertia, of course, the first knife comes first, and it is too late to block the first knife and then block the second knife.

However, how can you block the two knives?

Hardwired.

The northern maniac raised his hand, one left and one right, and pinched it at the same time, and actually grabbed the two flying knives in mid-air.

The two hands intercepted the two flying knives, both of which were held with three fingers, avoiding the blades, and the flying knives came to an abrupt halt as they flew quickly.

The subtlety of its strength and the precision of its eyesight are staggering.

The northern maniac looked at the flying knife in his hand, his eyes didn't care, and he threw it on the ground casually.

Senior Brother Jia Ruan's eyes were already wide, he thought that these two knives would kill the enemy, but those two knives were caught, and there was no knife in his hand.

"Jia Ruan!"

In the distance, Yu Jiuling pulled out his long knife and threw it at Jia Ruan.

Jia Ruan rose into the air, grabbed the long knife one by one, and then used the force under his feet, and jumped up again and slashed at the neck of the Northern Maniac.

At that moment, the northern madman urged the horse to take a step forward.

This step avoided Jia Ruan's knife.

Originally, the knife was aimed at Jia Ruan's neck, but Ma Zi took a step forward, and the knife was about to fall behind the shoulder of the Northern Maniac.

At this time, he was in mid-air, and it was too late for Jia Ruan to change his sword posture.

The northern maniac raised his hand, grabbed Jia Ruan's arm, then threw the person up, and then reached out and grabbed Jia Ruan's neck.

He glanced at Jia Ruan, and there was such contempt in his eyes.

"Weak."