"Bah, whose family is the miscellaneous hair on the road ahead!"

Just when Xuanyuan Xiao found the group of people opposite, everyone on the opposite side also discovered Xuanyuan Xiao, and a few strong men stepped forward with Pu Dao and asked sharply. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xuanyuan Xiao took a deep breath, and said coldly without blinking: "If you want to pass by, just go over, Hugh has to talk more about him." ”

"What a crazy boy, do you know the prestige of my Yellow Turban Army, dare to be so presumptuous!" One of the strong men was a little indignant when he heard this, and shouted at Xuanyuan Xiao.

"The Yellow Turbans?" Capturing these three sensitive words, Xuanyuan Xiao threw his gaze to the general under the word "Cheng" not far away.

I saw that he was wrapped in a yellow robe, wearing a yellow scarf, holding a war knife about eight feet long (one foot is 20 centimeters) in his hand, and riding a black-maned horse on his seat.

Judging from this appearance, this person should be Cheng Zhiyuan in the Yellow Turban Army.

Cheng Zhiyuan saw that the front was wrong, so he personally turned over and dismounted, and walked towards Xuanyuan Xiao with heavy steps.

Xuanyuan Xiao looked at Cheng Zhiyuan's pace, and only felt that he judged that Cheng Zhiyuan's martial arts were definitely not low, at least the current self was definitely not his opponent.

Cheng Zhiyuan walked to the front, glanced at Xuanyuan Xiao a few times, and asked, "The son of the He family, is he actually blocking this way?" ”

In the face of the Yellow Turban Army, if it were an ordinary person, he would have fled, but Xuanyuan Xiao was a human being, and he was also a killer, so he behaved unprecedentedly calm.

"Just walk down the aisle, don't dwell on it!" Xuanyuan Xiao pointed to the road next to him and said coldly.

Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, this child was not affected by his deterrence at all, and what was even more surprising was that between the words, there was an imperceptible murderous aura.

"Lao Tzu asked you what your name was!" Cheng Zhiyuan shouted at Xuanyuan Xiao again.

"If you want to go aisle, just go!" Xuanyuan Xiao still said coldly.

Faced with his own successive questions, this child turned a deaf ear to this, but it was a bit famous, Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes narrowed, and he turned back to the two subordinates and shouted: "Give me a lesson about this rabbit cub!" ”

"Lao Tzu hasn't killed anyone yet, I'll cut you today!" The two big men behind Cheng Zhiyuan slowly picked up the Pu knife and walked towards Xuanyuan Xiao.

Under the scorching sun, the sunlight shone on the cold light of the blade, refracted into Xuanyuan Xiao's eyes.

Judging from this pace and momentum, Xuanyuan Xiao judged that these two people were just reckless men in the countryside, and they had never cultivated martial arts at all.

"Ahh

The strong man on the left roared angrily, raised his sword high, and slashed at Xuanyuan Xiao's Heavenly Spirit Gai, wanting to cut Xuanyuan Xiao into two pieces.

At the moment when the blade moves in mid-air.

Xuanyuan Xiao instinctively rolled sideways, flashed the knife, and the blade slashed heavily into the position where he was meditating, cutting a groove.

Just when the strong man was frightened, Xuanyuan Xiao held the strong man's arm with his right hand, and with a strong left hand, the whole person climbed on his head.

"Look, help!" The strong man hurriedly shouted at another tall and thin man.

The tall and thin man came to his senses, hunted with a knife, and slashed towards Xuanyuan Xiao's back.

At the moment when the blade was about to arrive, a sneer appeared on the corner of Xuanyuan Xiao's mouth, grabbed the strong man's hair, rolled down sideways, and pulled the strong man's head down with his own weight.

Burst!

The sound of flesh and bone tearing came, and the blood flowers bloomed like lotuses.

The blade of the cold light flowed, impartially, and just slashed the neck of the strong man, and before the strong man could figure out what the situation was, he was killed on the spot, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

The tall and thin man was so frightened that he actually killed his own people, and hurriedly threw away the Pu knife in his hand and fled to the back.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked and froze for a while.

This child, who is only six years old, is so agile that he cleverly uses a knife to kill people.

"Good boy, you dare to pretend to be stupid in front of your grandfather!"

Cheng Zhiyuan was furious, raised his sword, and walked towards Xuanyuan Xiao.

Xuanyuan Xiao's throat was tumbling like a tide, he had just killed a strong man by himself, just because he didn't know martial arts, if he confronted a person like Cheng Zhiyuan who practiced martial arts, the ending would be completely different.

Wiping the blood off his face, Xuanyuan Xiao picked up the Pu knife on the ground, but found that the knife weighed four or five catties, and his body was unexpectedly unbearable.

"What a thief ahead, stop it quickly for General Ben!"

At this moment, a thunderous shout sounded, startling everyone couldn't help but tremble, Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the place where the sound came from, and suddenly a horror appeared on his face as if he had seen a devil.

Xuanyuan Xiao turned his head to look, only to see a cavalry coming from the dust, the first person was wearing a black robe, more than eight feet tall, with a majestic body, holding a cyan long sword in his hand, and the troops behind him erected a big battle flag with the word "Mongolian".

Just looking at this momentum, Xuanyuan Xiao could see that this black-robed general had unprecedented superb equestrian skills, his status and ability were no longer comparable to ordinary people, and he had an indescribable majesty on his body.

Cheng Zhiyuan bypassed Xuanyuan Xiao, flew on his horse with a knife, and ran forward with his troops.

The two sides confronted each other at the same time.

Cheng Zhiyuan asked coldly, "Your Excellency is a general of the Qin army?" ”

I saw that the black-robed general stopped the rope and reined in his horse, and shouted angrily: "Little thief, don't you hear of my prestige!" ”

"Meng Tian!"

Hearing these two words, Xuanyuan Xiao and the Yellow Turban Army both trembled.

The Yellow Turban Army is afraid of Meng Tian, Meng Tian is a well-known brave general in this world, known as the first fierce general in Qingzhou, leading troops to fight invincible, which is intimidating.

However, Xuanyuan Xiao was shocked that Meng Tian would actually appear in this place, Meng Tian shocked the Huns during the Qin Dynasty, and his martial arts were all the top in history.

However, Xuanyuan Xiao, who was super high-quality in his heart, immediately calmed down, calmly watched the confrontation between the two, and secretly wondered what to do next.

Cheng Zhiyuan took a deep breath, looked at Meng Tian's momentum, and asked: "I have heard that the two Mengshi brothers, Meng Tian is a good soldier, and Meng Yi is good at strategizing, but I have never seen what Meng Tian looks like, you say that you are Meng Tian, how can I say that I am the Emperor Chiyou!" ”

"Ignorant thief, I'll let you know the fate of your outrageous words today!" Meng Tian let out a low roar, and galloped towards Cheng Zhiyuan with stirrups between his legs.

"Come on, come on, today is really Meng Tian here, and Lao Tzu is not afraid!" Cheng Zhiyuan shook his spirits, his legs exerted his strength, and the horse was in pain, and he dragged the war knife to gallop together.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves resounded through the fertile field, pulling the tense nerves of the people on both sides.

Xuanyuan Xiao looked at the two, and the victory and defeat in his heart were already clear, how the yellow turban thief who was killed by Guan Yu in one fell stab, how was Meng Tian's opponent, but at the same time, he also found that Cheng Zhiyuan's riding skills were also second-rate.

Just as Xuanyuan Xiao was thinking, the two horses had already galloped together.

"Look at the knife!"

Cheng Zhiyuan shouted, and the war knife in his hand was suddenly raised, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top, and Meng Tian roared with the power of a thousand catties.

"Bang", before everyone could see clearly, the green sword in Meng Tian's hand was unsheathed, and the notes were empty.

A cold light flashed, and the handle of the war knife was cut into two pieces, and Cheng Zhiyuan stared at Meng Tian with a shocked face.

However, Meng Tian's eyes were full of murder, and he didn't give Cheng Zhiyuan any chance to breathe, and plunged a backhand sword into his chest, and his arms exerted force at the same time, throwing Cheng Zhiyuan's whole person out of the horse's back and falling heavily into the dirt dozens of steps away.

Blood spilled all over the ground, Cheng Zhiyuan covered his chest that was spurting blood springs, staggered at Meng Tian, and then convulsed a few times, and died of exhaustion.

(To be continued o(n_n)o) (To be continued.) )