At the end of the darkest night before dawn, it was not the moon god who favored the black warriors, but Meng Chang'an.

When Meng Changan walked into the camp of the Black Warriors, and soon after his men opened the tent, the sun slowly rose from the east, and the morning was colder than the night, and the iron armor was especially cold.

The sunlight shone on the iron armor, making him look like he was plated with a layer of light.

Meng Changan raised his hand and waved, and one hundred and twenty soldiers armed with black-threaded knives immediately retreated to make room, and he moved forward alone.

"I've had a brother and a friend all my life."

Meng Changan looked at the eyes of the shallow flywheel: "My brother's name is Shen Leng, and my friend's name is Fang Baijing." ”

He looked at a stool in the original tent, stepped over and pulled it over, and placed it opposite the shallow flywheel, and the two men were no more than a meter apart, and sat down to look at each other.

The shallow flywheel was fine, but the black-robed centurion Goss couldn't stand the pressure, so he roared, grabbed the scimitar and rushed towards Meng Changan, but Meng Changan still sat on the chair and didn't move.

When the scimitar was about to fall on top of his head, he kicked his feet on the ground, the stool slid back a few feet away, and the knife fell in front of Meng Changan, because the knife was too strong and missed, Goss's body involuntarily fell forward, Meng Changan's left hand was raised, it didn't look very fast, but it grabbed Goss's hair just right, the knife in his right hand was raised and fell, and he slashed through his neck with a pop, and after the knife, the headless corpse lay on the ground, and the blood spurting out of his neck stained the ground a lot.

The head is on his left hand.

Meng Changan threw Goss's head aside at random, pulled his stool back to the position just now, and was still only a meter away from the shallow flywheel.

Shallow Flywheel just looked at him like this, he wanted to make a move when Meng Changan killed Goss just now, it should be the best opportunity, but he couldn't make a move, because he couldn't find the time to make a move, it seemed that there was a chance, but he knew very well that no matter where he shot his sword, Meng Changan could still kill Goss and he wouldn't hurt himself.

This person is even stronger than the Qianban of the Tingwei Mansion.

If the sky is fair, it will give everyone the same conditions, and if people are fair, there will be no difference in the children born.

But people like Meng Changan don't make people feel unfair, his background is not good, his family is a little rich, but his father is a water bandit, he left home after the age of twelve and never went back, it's not that he doesn't miss his mother, but every time he thinks that his father is a water bandit, his mother knows that he can't get over the hurdle in his heart.

He lives very tired and hard, but he doesn't have the good luck of the chosen son, every step he takes is out of his own way, he doesn't step on the shoulders of others to reach the sky in one step, if he was born naturally, he will be said to be unfair, but everything he is doing now is his own fight.

However, the difference between people is that not everyone who has paid as hard work and effort as Meng Changan can have Meng Changan's ability.

"You hurt your feet, I won't take advantage of you, and you should be fair if someone wins."

Meng Changan sat in front of the shallow flywheel with a knife: "When you say it, you can make a move." ”

Shallow Flywheel took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, he was at least ten years older than Meng Changan, maybe a teenager, if someone else said such a thing in front of him, he would definitely think that the other party was naïve and ridiculous, and Meng Changan said such a thing, he only felt embarrassed.

"Not necessarily."

He clenched his broadsword tightly: "I never think that giving the enemy the conditions of a so-called fair fight is the practice of smart people, the enemy is the enemy, and killing the enemy by all means is the ultimate goal, you are young and vigorous, you may think that this is a very stylish thing, and when you reach my age"

Meng Changan said lightly: "By the time I reach your age, my enemies will be dead." ”

Shallow Flywheel's face changed, and he smiled bitterly.

He slowly raised his broadsword: "I'm going to make a move." ”

Meng Changan nodded.

The shallow flywheel swept with a sword, the sword was too long, too heavy, too domineering, the wind on the sword seemed to be able to open the stele and crack the stone, in front of him was a wall, this sword could sweep away, in front of a tree, this sword could sweep away, even if it was a thousand catties of boulder in front of him, this sword could also be swept away.

But in front of him was Meng Changan.

The sword is very heavy, if it is Fang Baijing, he will definitely not choose to resist such a sword.

It was precisely because the sword was very heavy that Meng Changan chose to resist hard.

When the bang.

Meng Changan's black-line knife blocked the sweep of the broadsword, and his knife stood on it like a pillar that could support the sky, how could mortal things hurt it in the slightest?

The sword did not move, and the sword was blocked in its way.

The shallow flywheel has a fighting spirit, no one has been able to block his sword so easily, he is conceited about his martial arts, and he can achieve the position of a red-robed priest among the black martial arts and young people, how can it be a wine bag and rice bag?

The sword was withdrawn and slashed again, exactly like the sword just now.

Meng Changan still erected the knife to block it, just like the knife just now, but this time when the sword was swept out, the shallow flywheel was able to change its own gravity, and his body was carried out of bed by the strength of the broadsword, and at the same time that the broadsword was blocked by the black line knife, his knee had also reached Meng Changan's temple.

Bang.

Meng Changan's left hand was raised to block it, just like his black-line knife blocked the broadsword, the knife did not move at all, and his left arm did not move at all.

The knee blow that could shatter the temple was blocked by Meng Chang's left arm, and the knee of the shallow flywheel exerted a force on Meng Changan's arm, and the person turned around with the help of force, and at the same time, the person turned and drove the broadsword to rise diagonally.

But at the moment when he was about to turn back, Meng Changan's left hand reached out and grabbed his clothes and pressed it down, and the body of the shallow flywheel fell heavily to the ground, and the sword that was picked up naturally lost its direction.

The knife in Meng Changan's right hand turned, and while throwing the shallow flywheel on the ground, the knife shook the broadsword out, and the broadsword more than four feet long spun and fell to the ground, slamming into the ground.

Shallow Flywheel closes its eyes.

He knew that the enemy's next knife could send him to hell, if he was at his peak and still had the strength to fight with Meng Changan, although he might not have a chance of winning in the end, but it would not be such a bullying, he was injured and his reaction became slower, he had fought with Fang Baijing, and that strength had already been used, and Meng Changan was in full swing.

He comforted himself in this way, the more proud people will find the words to comfort themselves when they are defeated, if this person fails and succeeds, these comforting words will become the wise words in the eyes of ordinary people, if they fail, they will never be able to stand up again, and it is nothing but self-deception to say anything.

After waiting for a while with his eyes closed, Meng Changan's knife did not come down.

He opened his eyes and saw Meng Changan get up and walk to the place where the broadsword landed, picked up the sword and walked back to sit down, the broadsword was placed next to the shallow flywheel.

"Go on."

Shallow Flywheel: "Why do you humiliate me so much? ”

"Because you have humiliated my friend."

Meng Changan sat there, his body straight, and the knife on his knees.

Shallow Flywheel struggled to his feet, grabbed his sword, and sat down.

"Are the Ning people as conceited as you?"

"No, I'm more conceited than most Ning people."

Meng Changan glanced at the shallow flywheel's sword: "Shoot." ”

Shallow Flywheel let out a long breath: "I'm proud of my life"

Syllable!

Meng Changan's knife suddenly came over and slapped him horizontally in the face, this hard slap was even more difficult for him to accept than a direct slap with the palm of his hand, and this slap forced back all the words behind him.

"Don't talk too much, shoot."

Meng Changan still sat upright.

Shallow Flywheel glared at Meng Changan angrily: "If you are a man, you should give your opponent respect." ”

"We are enemies."

Meng Changan looked at the eyes of the shallow flywheel: "What you said just now, how should you treat the enemy, you came to kill me, didn't you forget it?" You also said just now that I am young and vigorous, and I am domineering. ”

The shallow flywheel roared, and a sword slashed.

Meng Changan's knife went upward, he was faster, he could have swept the neck of the shallow flywheel with one knife before the sword fell, but he didn't, he just wanted to break the so-called sword gate broadsword that could open mountains and cut off the stream!

While!

The half-truncated sword spun rapidly and flew out, and a section more than two feet long flew to the ground in the distance.

Shallow Flywheel looked at the remaining half-cut sword in his hand in a daze, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned extremely pale.

"You shouldn't be the strongest among the Qingya, and you shouldn't be the strongest among the Sword Sect."

Meng Changan got up and did not knife again.

"Why don't you just kill me!"

The shallow flywheel roared.

"There's no sense of accomplishment."

Meng Changan said as he walked: "Fang Baijing is not dead, if he dies, I will naturally kill you with my own hands." ”

He waved his hand, one hundred and twenty personal soldiers held up the crossbow at the same time, as Meng Changan stepped away, the crossbow arrows came like a rainstorm, if you look down from above, you will definitely be shocked by the picture One hundred and twenty people are in a semicircle against the shallow flywheel, the crossbow arrows fly, forming a huge fan, all the crossbow arrows are gathered in the shallow flywheel to stretch out.

In a short moment, the shallow flywheel was shot into a hedgehog by a crossbow arrow.

He looked at the young general of Ningguo unwillingly, and regretted it a little unwillingly, this time he didn't seem to be able to come to His Majesty Samburu said that he had to deal with the Ningren with all his strength and could not underestimate the enemy, so he had to exhaust several years of work to prepare for the battle with the Ningren before he could first seek undefeated, and then find an opportunity to break the enemy, but most of the people in the Heiwu Kingdom didn't think so, they all felt that Samburu was too weak.

It turned out that His Majesty had seen it so thoroughly, although His Majesty had never really seen Ning Ren.

Therefore, the sky is unfair, and people are also unfair, and the shallow flywheel only woke up before he died, and Sambrü understood this truth early.

Meng Changan only brought one hundred and twenty personal soldiers to kill all the black warriors, whether it was the black martial arts border army scouts or those sword sect disciples, one hundred and twenty personal soldiers did not damage him, and he began to train more ruthlessly last year, because he knew that Leng Zi would definitely need him in the future.

Meng Changan walked into the distance, and Fang Baijing was lying there looking at him.

"It's pretending."

Fang Baijing said.

The corners of Meng Changan's mouth hooked slightly.