Don't retreat!" A loud shout was like thunder, piercing into the ears in the noise of the riot, making the hearts of everyone present tremble. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's Lieutenant General Squier!"

"We're saved! Resist it!" The people in the wall guard suddenly plucked up their courage and formed a formation to resist.

The wall guards, who had been scared just now, suddenly became calm and calm, and the refugees were not aware of a burst of surprise.

Before they could react, a golden figure had swept into the formation, like a dragon entering the sea, and several farmers were shocked to the side by the strong force, their bodies were stable, and their palms were pushed outward, as if with ten thousand jun strength, the palms of several people in front of them were shocked to vomit blood and fly out far away like broken paper kites.

"All the wall guards, follow behind me, and kill the rebellious people in one fell swoop!" the man slowly raised his head, and said slowly with a smile on the corner of his mouth. A beam of sunlight fell on his red hair, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes were filled with incomparable confidence, as if he was born with a power that made people trust and worship.

As soon as the words fell, the man's figure had moved, like a mad tornado, and everything was broken by the palm fist, and some hungry refugees were already stunned by the palm wind, and the wall guards who were still at a disadvantage saw the opportunity to pull out their swords and slash and kill indiscriminately.

Seeing that the man was so difficult, several young and strong refugees immediately surrounded him and took care of him, but the man wrapped his hands around him, and immediately took all his weapons, and his fists danced like a rising dragon swinging his tail, and the blockers were invincible!

The only elite of the refugees were beaten to the ground, not to mention the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled, and for a moment the brocade-clothed men and the wall guards were like tigers into the flock, and the refugees were crushed and scattered, and fled back to the outer city.

The wall guards immediately closed the gate of the checkpoint, cleaned up the battlefield on the spot, and tied up the captives one by one with rough hemp ropes.

"Yes, yes, that move just now is really exciting, and there is a lot of momentum when a husband is closed. ”

"Yes, yes, Lord Sgail, traveled to the Eastern countries in his early years, and he used to learn the magical martial arts of the East, and he really had magical powers. ”

"That's for sure, if it weren't for that, how could Lord Sgale easily take off the heads of Borba and Dirigang and break the rebels!"

The man known as Lieutenant General Sgayer, although his face was full of pride, waved his hand again and again, and said with a little modesty: "Where, where。。。。。 ”

These wall guards don't train at all, but they brag, play cards, and drink all day long, so if it comes to martial arts, maybe they are not lawful, but when it comes to sycophants, everyone is doing it. After a while, the wine and food were set up on the spot to celebrate the achievement, and the bursts of sycophancy touted Sgayle as a god from heaven, and he almost didn't praise him as a god.

This is Captain Han Ji also bandaged, came over to toast, laughed and said: "According to me, Lieutenant General Zhargen Polled Sgael is the number one fierce general in the Nord army, Chris's flying knife, Ace's fist and Callad's machine change are not as good as Sgail's magic powers! Hahaha, come to Lieutenant General Sgael, do this toast!"

Zhargan drank the wine in one gulp, and suddenly felt that the wine was surging, fluttering, and Captain Han Ji's sycophants slapped straight to his heart, and he couldn't help laughing out loud, no longer having the slightest restraint to hide: "Well said!! Sure enough, Han Ji, you have a vision! Everyone knows the prestige of the third major general Nord, but they don't know that there is such a lieutenant general as me!"

"Hmph! When it comes to martial arts, the three of them can only be regarded as hairy little dolls!" Zhargen slowly poured a glass of wine, and poured it down suddenly, the wine strengthened people's courage, and suddenly spoke in a rough voice: "I traveled to the Oriental countries back then, and learned the way of qi that has been passed down for thousands of years, and in three years, the martial arts are completed, and no one can stop me from creating the Dragon Xing Eight Style Rampant Continent, and the limelight can be described as unstoppable, in order to show respect, the Oriental people call me "Long Aotian" in their language!"

"Wow! What does that mean, it looks so good!" asked the recruits, looking at them with admiration in their eyes.

"Ahem, this dragon, unlike the evil dragon we say, in the eyes of the Orientals, it is probably the same divine beast as the unicorn, and the dragon is the meaning of the dragon traveling in the sky and looking at all things, in a narrow sense, it is invincible in the world!"

"Wow!" was another exclamation in the audience, followed by another flap.

"Then how is the Eastern Martial Arts different from ours?" asked one of the recruits.

"There are so many differences!" This question just made Zhargen sell his knowledge, and he suddenly felt a burst of joy in his heart: "The East uses qi to control the body, and the qi is strong, and it can promote gold and crack stones, as fast as a spirit crane and a cunning rabbit, which is much better than our own brute practice!"

Seeing that everyone was fascinated by what they heard, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his spirit was high: "For example, Chris's flying knife has this kind of energy implied in it, which can make him use treacherous swords and pierce his armor and bones." ”

As he spoke, he took a steady step, his palms shook like wheels, and he only heard the sound of energy: "If he stabs me, I can control his qi veins and catch the flying knife in this way!"

Before the words fell, something flew through the air, and poked it in Zhargan's face with a bang, so frightened that he jumped back and shouted several times: "Who!?

When he looked closely, he realized that it was just a small dead branch, and he heard a low cry: "Oh! I'm sorry, I blame my monkey for being naughty." ”

Zhargan looked around, and finally found the man standing under a tree not far away, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with tattered shoes, like a refugee from the outer city, with a child-sized macaque on his shoulder, his face was not real in the shade of the tree, but his eyes were as awe-inspiring as the cold autumn water. Zhargan patronized Jubao, but was accidentally attacked by a monkey, and his face turned red and green for a while, not only angry, but also embarrassed.

"Dare to be a pariah! Dare to throw himself into the inner city! Everyone, arrest him!" Captain Han Ji, a sycophant, naturally understood Zhargan's thoughts, and shouted loudly to distract his own people's attention, and to give time to Zhargan to find his own steps.

Several of the guards immediately surrounded him, but before they could do anything, the monkey had already swept up from the man, and flew up, like a yellow lightning bolt, flashing like lightning between several of the guards, only to hear a scream one after another, and the guards all clutched their crotches, fell in pain, and twitched on the ground for a while. The rest of the wall guards saw the miserable condition of their companions and did not realize that they had stopped.

"Ouch, Thunder!How many times have I said it!!That's not a peach!!Understand?!Not a peach!Why are you stealing him!" The man yelled at the monkey, but his voice was almost out of breath, and he was obviously holding back a laugh!

"The yellow-haired beast dares to be strong!" Zargen came to his senses, and rubbed his body with a loud shout, and as soon as he struck, he was the strongest dragon in the dragon walking eight styles, and the man under the tree with his palms carried the unparalleled strength straight to the man under the tree, intending to kill with one blow, so as to save some face.

Who knows that the person is still in the air, the macaque has a backward turn, three punches in the air, although the monkey looks like a monkey, but it has a bit of the style of a martial artist, respectively, slammed Zhargan's eyes, Adam's apple and lower abdomen, Zhargan's palm is unparalleled, a palm can be used to collect defense, I had to grit my teeth, turn like a tornado, barely dodge, flutter to the ground.

As soon as he landed, the macaque had already flashed up, punching out like electricity!

As soon as Zhargan gritted his teeth, he immediately conjured up layers of palm shadows, so as to prevent a drop of water!

For a while, the claws rose and fell, and the wall guards intuitively saw a cloud of yellow light moving around Zargen, and they couldn't see what was going on at all.

As soon as twenty moves passed, Zhargan immediately felt a chill in his heart!

Twenty palms, palms missed!

What the hell!

Not to mention the subtlety of the eight moves of the dragon line, even a strong man is difficult to resist with the palm wind alone, and it hurts if you touch it, how can this splashing monkey be jumping around under the palm!?

The macaque body is like a ghost, jumping right in a trick, but the body is a left spin, and the claws cut Zhargan's right eye!

What are you kidding! After more than ten years of hard training, you will hurt a brute!?

Zar is simply impetuous, short-sighted, as soon as he thought of this, the nameless fire stood up, the palm of the dragon fluttered in the air, the left palm printed out of the attack on the middle two roads, the right palm immediately turned, back to the back road, vowing to bomb the macaque into a pulp!

Shhhhhh

Before the palm was fully out, a whistle sounded, and the macaque was shocked when he heard the sound, leaning lightly, and holding the corner of Zhargan's clothes with one claw, he did not retreat but advanced, just from the thin and slitty dead corners of the two palms flashed!

Fast as the wind, as fast as lightning!

Zhargan's shoulder is splattered with blood!!

Zargen was furious, and the qi in his whole body was pushed to the limit, his clothes flew like thin feathers in the wind, and his palms were as dense as thick walls, and he saw that he was about to crush the monkey with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

Shhhh

Two more whistles sounded, and the macaque bowed as if it had heard a prompt, and skipped away from the palm of his hand.

Zargen held his breath and made several moves in a row, killing him, but at the last moment, the whistle sounded in vain, teaching the monkey to flash or move left or right, and always flash out of the blind corner of the palm wind.

That guy! can you whistle this damn brute!?

How can it be!?

Zhargan was anxious and angry, and for a while the rules were chaotic, the qi was traction, and the force was like a flood, and he was already sweating and panting in less than three or five moves.

The macaque was as if he had eaten a peach, and he was not tired of it, and when he dodged the attack, he did not make a grimace of being tired to laugh at Zargan.

"Ouch, you brute, how many times have you told you not to jump around, you are so tired that you stick out your tongue and gasp, you say you are a monkey not a monkey and a dog is not a bastard thing!" Seeing this, the person under the tree hurriedly scolded for a while, and Zhargan understood in his heart when he heard this, which is scolding a monkey, it is clearly scolding himself that a monkey is not a monkey or a dog or a dog or a beast is not as good as a monkey or a dog. Several of the surrounding wall guards had already turned purple with their brains, and if it weren't for the relationship between their superiors and subordinates, they would have laughed out loud.

"you Laozi, when I shoot you to death, this stinky monkey, I'll pick you up well!!" Zhargan couldn't care about his identity and face, and scolded loudly, and as soon as the scolding fell, the macaque swept down the plate with one claw, forcing him to jump back quickly.

The man under the tree smiled and sat down leisurely next to the trunk of the tree: "Why do you say you are so tired? Come on, Dad will teach you to practice martial arts!"

"Trapped in the dragon Yu Ze, trapped in Tianfu!" The man said loudly, the macaque seemed to be psychic, with five sharp claws, four voids and one solid, and it was firmly nailed into the Tianfu acupoint on Zhargen's arm!