(A large chapter of nearly 4,000 words, in order to calm everyone's resentment about yesterday's chapter, there are book friends in the bar who can't wait to write a copycat sequel, and I see it very sour, and I am also drunk.) In order not to bear the infamy of the broken dog, I can be regarded as working hard, everyone applauds!

"Obediently, the second brother is too big to play now, and he really wants a captain from Beiding Mansion to be slaughtered, so how can it be good? This kid who carries a gun and plays with snakes is also, it's not good to compete with anyone, yes, I'm going to bump into my head and break the blood!"

Yang Xiong's halberd rode the snowhoof green mantis beast to the front of the Xuetang camp, and then slowly turned around with five hundred black crows, turning his head and staring at the imminent collision on the official road to the east, his tone was full of schadenfreude for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

His burly body obscured the sight of the little medicine boy on his side, and his body was extremely light, and he had no armor and weapons on his body, and the lightly armed war horse under his crotch would be able to keep pace with the snowhoof green mantis beast.

The officers around Liu Tugou more or less knew that this very spiritual little medicine boy had a terrible talent that pointed directly at people's hearts, and he had always been silent when facing the black crows who had few good people, and most of the time except for saying a few words to the second master and the slaughtering knife, he was like a dumb person.

It was the little medicine boy who kindly asked the county guard Liu if he could ride a horse before, which had already surprised many black crows, and even paid a little attention to the mediocre green-robed magistrate.

There was a rare look of eagerness on his face, and he turned back to Ren Xichou and asked, "Master Ren, can the second master win?"

Ren Xichou must be one of the few people who are least treated by the little medicine boy, and when he is questioned at this moment, although he is not flattered, he can't help but feel a little strange.

The corners of the demon's mouth, who had always worn a half-bronze mask, turned up slightly, and he chuckled: "What's the matter, I don't have confidence in your second master?"

Qi Ji shook his head and said, "Although I can't see it, I can feel that the Slaughtering Knife has encountered an almost ferocious weapon. ”

Yang Xiongji turned his head sharply, glanced at the little medicine boy in surprise, and still smiled: "It's just a broken gun, and the captain who led the charge is just the middle realm of inspiration, which is more than a step worse than the second brother." ”

Before the little medicine boy could speak again, Ren Xichou had already shook his head and interjected: "That's not necessarily, the reason why the military generals and the Jianghu sect are clearly distinguished, in addition to the differences in the way of foundation building that are well known to the world, the real root lies in the differences in the understanding of the realm of inspiration. ”

"Hey, I said Lao Ren, why do you want others to destroy your own prestige. ”

Yang Xiongji muttered dissatisfiedly, and shouted loudly: "Lord Captain is working hard, we don't have the face to watch, let's go! Follow Lao Tzu to stab the eyes of those girls in Hengshan!"

Five hundred black crows suddenly let out a burst of earth-shattering laughter, and the solemn atmosphere was swept away, this gang of rabble may not have the confidence to go head-to-head with the famous Hengshan Golden Gun of the Great Zhou, but they definitely do not lack the courage and evil taste of the knife in the back.

Ren Xichou smiled, subconsciously raised his hand and touched the mask on his face, without further explanation.

The battle between the rivers and lakes is often between square inches, and when Grandmaster Dacheng faces any person whose realm is slightly worse, the peak vision formed by the fusion of the hundred refining aura and the divine will is enough to make a final decision. Therefore, the world has a lot of superstitions ~ beliefs about the high and profound realm, but there are not too many monks who can really return to the source and understand the truth.

In fact, the Zhou Tian sect has its own unique practice, although it is not possible to make all the good seedlings blossom and bear fruit at the level of inspiration, but if the disciples in the sect can finally achieve it, most of the inspiration they realize has similarities and commonalities.

For example, in the Garan Temple, where the first supernatural in the Zhou Tian jungle, the disciples of the true mantle on the Lotus Peak each cultivated different methods such as the Black Lotus, the White Lotus, and the Red Lotus.

It is the inspiration that has been secretly secreted by the grandmasters, in addition to being able to deduce it in reverse with the weather, the more clear the teacher is, the more traces can be followed.

Since there are traces to follow, there are naturally good people who judge the inspiration of each family, and the strong should be divided into strong and weak levels.

Although the Jianghu people have always disagreed on the specific standards, they are generally inspired by the depiction of natural celestial phenomena, after all, such inspiration is more in line with the avenue.

It's just that although all living beings can see natural phenomena such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning, there are very few monks who can point directly to the avenue and achieve something. It is said that the ancient qi practitioners could become supernatural through occult methods such as eating and drinking dew, picking the glow and swallowing thunder, but it is a pity that these methods that can be called heavenly are too difficult and dangerous, and it is no wonder that they are gradually declining, so that they have almost cut off their inheritance.

Most of today's Zhou Tian monks have chosen a more secure and feasible path. For example, Buddhism and Taoism and many other sects often use scriptures and gods to pass down to the world, the more complex the classics, the more all-encompassing, and the more powerful the gods, the more devout disciples can obtain incredible understandings. Those who have great perseverance and great ambitions also take this path, and what they worship is not necessarily a god, but it must be a kind of strong belief that they believe in and are consistent.

As for those who are inspired by divine weapons, fierce beasts and poisonous insects, most of them rely on the ordinary path of self-enlightenment by long-term hearing and seeing, because of their limited vision and relatively superficial understanding, they can rarely achieve the real top master.

Liu Tugou's inspiration is naturally so vast that it is an incredible situation, which can be called an outlier, but the peak atmosphere of the performance is just a colorful tiger, to put it bluntly, it is a lack of cultivation, even if it is lucky to get the favor of creation, but it is difficult to escape the dilemma of the big and the small, and it cannot be fully manifested.

Xiong Feibai is such a character, he can naturally see Liu Tugou's cultivation realm at a glance.

The oncoming colorful tiger pounced for several feet, and the crimson texture around its body exuded a terrifying sword aura, at least it was a means that only a Dacheng Sect Master had.

This vision of a bluffing tiger fell in Xiong Feibai's eyes, that is a complete wild way, and the huge consumption cannot be exchanged for the power it should have, it is simply stupid. What's more, among the known tiger-shaped inspirations, there is only the Western Gengjin White Tiger method worshiped by the Daomen, which is unparalleled and can be called the highest grade.

Fighting alone in the rivers and lakes and fighting in battle arrays are fundamentally two different things, and in the face of thousands of troops and horses that cannot be killed, it is really manpower and sometimes poor.

Two hundred years ago, the iron cavalry marched westward, and among the masters of the Western Regions who were trampled into mud by the iron cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were many people who were in the bodhisattva atmosphere and the evil god law.

Martial artists in the military have always been fond of efficient killing methods, and they sneer at the often winding paths of searching for chapters and sentences, and hooking and sinking scriptures, and even willingly abandon the longer life brought by the latter, and the root lies here.

This kind of knowledge and experience that is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong finally prompted this Captain Hengshan Zhichong to lead the army to launch an indomitable charge against a great master in his eyes.

Sonor!

The golden spear of the python and a huge tiger claw clashed fiercely, and slammed into the palm full of gorgeous veins, and the golden spear was also grabbed by the sharp claw tip at the same time.

In an instant, the brilliance immediately overshadowed the light of the golden gun itself.

What hard claws!

Xiong Feibai was slightly surprised, his face under the silver helmet was immediately covered with a cruel smile, and the spear in his hand twisted, and the python on the body of the gun flicked forward, and the python's head slammed into the palm of the tiger's claws, and the python's tail rolled horizontally like a long whip, sweeping towards the tiger's front legs and chest.

Neither gorgeous, nor sound, give up their own defense, to condense to the extreme point of the line to attack the opponent's side, set twisting, drilling, winding, sweeping and other forces combined into a tricky attack can be called fierce and violent, unexpected, in the attack of a wide range of body protection Qi invincible.

As Xiong Feibai expected, the head of the golden gun instantly pierced the palm of the tiger's giant claws, and the python tail also cut a huge wound on the tiger's chest, almost hurting the neck of the white horse wrapped in it.

Xiong Feibai was not surprised, the giant claw that had been punctured had not yet collapsed, and it still maintained an extremely tough and complete structure, and the tiger's chest, which had been torn off a large piece of flesh and blood, revealing a huge cavity, was also recovering at an extremely fast speed.

This kid is not very old, where does he get so much anger, where does he get such a tenacious divine will? Those old demons of the big sects are just like that.

Between the lightning and flint, Xiong Feibai didn't have time to think about it, he screamed violently, held the gun body with both hands and stabbed forward fiercely, the breath around his body gushed, and his hands and forearms were instantly covered by the surging gun, and he was determined to pierce the black crow in front of him with people and horses.

However, the body of the gun did not move at all!

Xiong Feibai chuckled in his heart, and after a blow with all his strength, instead of breaking the other party's peak vision, he actually fell into the quagmire of the trap carefully woven by the other party's anger?

What was even more unexpected to him was that it was not the black crow captain who launched the first counterattack, but the white horse under the opponent's crotch!

The white horse, who was almost injured by the python's tail, was taken aback, and only reacted at this moment, and the horse had a look of shame on his face.

Without giving Xiong Feibai a chance to react, the white horse suddenly neighed, and the black cloud that swam between its hooves suddenly poured out from the part where the tiger's tail was cut by the python's tail, and re-corroded the wound that was about to close into a large hole.

The black qi quickly gathered into a black dragon, swallowed the head of the python in one gulp, and then swam onto the golden gun in Xiong Feibai's hand while swallowing the rest of the python's body.

Xiong Feibai only felt that the golden spear in his hand sank suddenly, and he almost couldn't hold it, the black Jiao composed of light and fluttering clouds was so heavy?

The python on his gun is just a divine aura cultivated by special exercises, and its essence is the same as that of a sword qi and sword qi, it is not a living thing, it is said to be swallowed, but it is better to be corrupted and dispersed by the black Jiao inch by inch.

If Xiong Feibai can barely support such a crisis, then the black crow captain who has always been empty-handed on the back of the white horse finally drew his sword, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

A dazzlingly gorgeous long knife appeared in front of Xiong Feibai, and before he could see it thoroughly, the long knife had already flown in, and the tip of the knife struck the tip of the golden gun with unmistakable precision.

Click!

The tip of the spear, which had already been corroded by the black jiao, immediately cracked.

Xiong Feibai noticed that at some point, he had been forced to stop by force, standing in place like a reef, and countless subordinates with golden guns were rushing past him at high speed.

Because of his unconscious blocking, there were very few Hengshan Iron Cavalry who could really attack Captain Crow, and they did not exert the power of the gun array at all.

Xiong Feibai raised his head sharply, and for the first time, he looked at the face of the black crow captain.

Obviously he was just a teenager, but the black clothes and black cloak brought him a solemn and cold temperament, his long hair was flying, and there was a red vertical mark on his eyebrows, which made his originally unremarkable appearance suddenly vivid.

He saw the young man grin softly at him, and the tiger vision of the protective body suddenly converged on the long knife that was hovering in the air, and it was actually the initiative to withdraw the protection under the realm where the strength was superior but still under siege.

Xiong Feibai had some kind of absurd association in his heart, and this association became a reality in an instant.

The long knife suddenly passed on the incomparable force, and it rushed forward fiercely against the headless golden spear in Xiong Feibai's hand.

Xiong Feibai couldn't help himself, and even the people and horses retreated wildly, and the speed became faster and faster, and the guns behind him turned on their backs, and they were knocked open a huge ravine.

In this way, he was held up by the opponent's knife, one zhang, two zhang...... Until it penetrated the long array of hundreds of Hengshan Iron Horsemen, it finally stopped in front of the horses of the Jizhou officials.

Xiong Feibai never put down the spear until the aura was exhausted, until the blood vessels in his body collapsed, until the mount fell to the ground with a wail, and until the spear in his hand turned into a ridiculous short stick.

The sound of the wind, the sound of horses' hooves, the shouts of his subordinates, everything seemed to be far away from him.

Xiong Feibai stood on the official road that had been plowed over, blood mixed with sweat gurgling from the cracks in the silver armor, quickly staining the ground under his feet.

He looked at the god-like boy with red eyes, at the long knife that was on his shoulder, and was speechless.

Then, in the silence, he clearly heard the young man's words, like a knife and an axe, which were truly unforgettable.

The young man said: "In the future, wherever my black crow goes, the Hengshan Iron Rider should retreat!"