The thunderous sound of horses' hooves continued to sound.

It's just that the thunder is more rapid and chaotic than before.

There is no longer the rhythmic calm voice of the past.

A sturdy black horse, unbeatable.

On horseback, Meng Kuo's heart was in his throat.

couldn't help but make Meng Kuo, a border man who was used to licking blood from the tip of the knife, lose his face.

What level is Huang Yuhu riding angrily, how could he Meng Kuo not know.

In the gladiatorial fight under the horse, he Meng Kuo can still be faintly flat, if he turns over and gets on the horse, three or four of him are not enough for the other party to kill.

Especially this kind of well-equipped and heavily armed Huang Tan Tiger Angry Horse, it is even more terrifying and terrifying.

But just now, the two yellow tigers rode angrily, and they died, and they died very easily.

The white-haired old man in the wide robe raised his arm lightly, waved his palm, and then there was no more.

A wooden sword that seemed to fall from the sky pierced through the hearts of the two tiger riders.

Therefore, Meng Kuoyang was immediately frightened and spurred the horse, spread his feet and ran.

I was afraid that the next moment, the heart-piercing wooden sword would suddenly penetrate my chest.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, and the sound was equally rapid and loud.

Meng Kuo grabbed the reins with one hand, got a half-thread gap, looked at the undulating high point of the horse's back, turned his head and glanced back.

Two men in black clothes are biting themselves side by side.

I scolded my mother in my heart, thinking if the son of the military department wanted to rebel or not?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have had this murderous mind.

Meng Kuo's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, no one is a fuel-efficient lamp, and then passing by three ten-mile pavilions, about thirty miles away, is within the jurisdiction of his own Laozi's important town.

When the time comes, these people will look good.

The sound of the horse's hooves behind him became more and more urgent, and Meng Kuo didn't need to look back to know that the two horses that were clenching his were getting closer and closer to him.

Meng Kuo was trying to give himself a big mouth at the moment, and in order to leave a good impression on the so-called "big man's son", the horses he selected for the other party were all the best black horses in his own horse town.

The famous black lightning in this place is no less than the one under his seat.

Unexpectedly, now he is lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

Not far ahead, a large steep bend that was nearly semi-circular appeared, and Meng Kuo couldn't help grinning in his heart.

The left hand is still holding the reins of the horse, but the right hand is quietly touching the scimitar on the back.

The body slowly lowered the pressure on the horse's back, and the horses under the seat also slowed down slightly.

Arriving at the bend in front of us, it was just a matter of a few horses' hooves, a matter of a few breaths.

Meng Kuo clenched his left hand, raised the reins, held the horse's head high, and a neighing sound sounded.

After forcibly twisting the horse's head, the distance between it and the two horsemen behind him was only a few steps, and the breathing sound on the thick nostrils of the three horsemen's heads was clearly audible.

The two horsemen who were chasing Meng Kuo couldn't expect Meng Kuo's sudden drive to turn around, and there was a little panic in a moment.

And Meng Kuo took advantage of this momentary space to draw his sword.

The curved scimitar seemed to draw a full moon, and the man in black on the left, who was closer to Meng Kuo, was cut in half.

But the other man in black reacted in the air.

Pull out the long knife between the horseback bags and point it directly at Meng Kuo.

The blade slashed, leaving an inch-long knife mark on Meng Kuo's arm that was visible to the naked eye and deep to the bone.

Clenched his teeth, he untied the reins in his left hand.

The horse's head slammed into the crotch of the black-clad man who had just been cut off.

How could the black horse, which had no owner, withstand such a sudden impact, and the whole horse slammed into the crotch of another man in black.

There was another neighing of horses, and the only man in black stepped off the horse and was frightened, and the front hooves of the horse's head jumped up suddenly, but the man in black on the horseback was so startled that he was almost shocked under the horse.

Meng Kuo's eyes flashed a hint of cruelty, he let go of the reins of the horse held tightly in his left hand, and kicked his feet premeditated, towards the only man in black clothes.

Only then did the black-clad man on horseback come back to his senses and re-grasp the knife in his hand.

But it was too late, and the scimitar in Meng Kuo's hand had already stabbed straight into the abdomen of the man in the power suit.

"Bang!", the two fell to the ground, and then rolled one after another, stirring up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"Ahem!ahem!" Meng Kuo, who inhaled a large mouthful of smoke and dust between his snorts, coughed violently.

Ignoring the heart-piercing pain on the arm of the pawn, he slowly got up, and first confirmed that the two black-clothed men were really dead and could not die again, so he tore off a white satin brocade cloth on his underwear.

Gritting his teeth, he bandaged the bone scars on his arms, if he didn't deal with the scars, he was afraid that his fate would not be much better than the two men in black who had not breathed at all.

Fiercely spitting a mouthful of saliva towards the ground, Meng Kuo didn't dare to stay for a moment despite the discomfort all over his body.

The sword of the terrifying broad-robed old man with the sword still lingered in his mind for a long time.

As for the ordinary-faced man on the back of a gray horse covered in scars, Meng Kuo seemed to have forgotten the existence of the other party from beginning to end.

Bending down to pick up his scimitar and finding his mount, Meng Kuo didn't dare to stop and hurry forward.

Meng Kuo, who was galloping on the road, suddenly tightened the reins of the horse that was held between his right palm.

Not far ahead, on an uphill road that crosses this circular bend.

Slowly a horse's head with horrific scars on his face was revealed, followed by the man on the horse's back, who was often dressed and looked like a man.

Meng Kuo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen the other party, the accomplice of the son of the military department.

His legs clamped the horse's belly, and the black horse struggled, neighed softly, let go of the horse's hooves, and galloped forward.

Switched to a left-handed knife.

But in the next moment, Meng Kuo's eyes widened.

Because just when he was on the verge of the other party, the gray horse with a terrible scar on his face bit the neck of the black horse he was sitting on, and then suddenly heard his own horse's hoof wail.

And the ordinary-looking man on horseback threw a punch at him in a particularly ridiculous manner.

With a mortal body in the flesh, he faced his own hundred-forged steel blade.

But when the fist of the other side fell on his blade, the sound of metal breaking and shattering came into his ears.

Then, Meng Kuo felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and when he looked down, his fist had passed through his abdomen.