Hu people know horses, especially the captain of the Yanyun Army, the leader of the Yanyun Army who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, can see at a glance that the jujube red horse under the crotch of the big man is a rare BMW. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A good horse is completely an extra life on the battlefield for cavalry.

Therefore, although Yan Yunjun has always had strict military discipline, the lieutenant of the military academy still coveted the jujube red horse under the crotch of the big man.

He knew that the king of Zhongshan, Murong Wuji, was very strict, and he didn't dare to rob it directly on the spot, but led a few brothers, carrying scimitars, and stood beside the big man, pretending to be on guard, and only waited for the king of Zhongshan to cross the hillside and do it.

Yan Yunjun continued to move forward, and the team in front of him walked slowly beside Dahan, in an orderly manner.

Some people figured out the mind of the military captain, and when they walked by, after looking the jujube red horse up and down, they did not forget to give the military captain a "understood" look.

The man has a good eye on this.

The lieutenant only had a red horse in his eyes, and he didn't look carefully at the big man on the horse.

The mountain road is narrow, and the procession moves forward in a straight line.

When the carriage of King Zhongshan passed by, the captain of the military academy smiled respectfully at Murong Wuji through the window, and when he was thinking about when to make a move, he suddenly heard the wind passing behind him, like a dragon's groan, and then saw a palm rubbing his ear and slapping towards King Zhongshan's carriage.

In a daze, the lieutenant saw a fan-sized palm sticking out of the window in the carriage, facing the palm behind him.

The two of them had extraordinary palm strength, and when they exchanged their hands, the ground was thundering, and the dust was shaken, and the horse under the crotch of the general military captain was also shocked, and he tilted his head and lifted his front hooves to turn him off the horse.

"Heh!" The big man behind him couldn't strike a blow, and his fighting spirit was even worse, and he jumped to the carriage from his horse and slapped it with a palm.

The big man surnamed Zhu in the carriage still waved his palm to greet him, but as soon as he took the next palm, he felt that something was wrong, only to feel that the internal force in the other party's palm was overwhelming, and he directly slapped him to the other side.

The rest of the power in the palm of his hand smashed the carriage in an instant.

The big man with the long box on his back was about to go one step further and completely kill the high-ranking officials in the carriage, when suddenly a silver light flashed, and a sword stabbed out from the unfallen debris of the carriage.

The sword was like a meteor, flashing with a string of cold rays, forcing the big man with the box to retreat and land on the horse's back.

The sawdust fell, and standing on the board was the old and haggard white-clothed scholar Murong Wuji.

"Lianshan palm. Murong Wuji put down the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, "Are you from the Medicine King Valley?"

The lieutenant of the military academy who had been thrown into the mud had already climbed up, "Escort! Escort!" he called out to his subordinates, and then drew his waist scimitar and blocked in front of Murong Wuji.

"What Medicine King Valley? Dahan turned a blind eye to Yan Yunjun's movements, stared straight at Murong Wuji, and waited for an opportunity to strike again.

"It's really interesting to have a master's degree, but you don't know the Valley of the Medicine King. Murong Wuji smiled softly, "It can't be that King Shuobei asked you to take my life, right?"

After the heavy snow and cold winter, the king of Shuobei not only grew famous in Jiangdong, but also became famous in Jiangbei.

His righteousness and compassion for the people have all attracted praise from the Han people, so the lonely Han has also heard of it, and even has been friends for a long time.

"Your life is not worthy of the eyes of King Shuobei. The big man with the box said.

"Hehe," Murong Wuji shook his head, "You are indeed not sent by Su Musha, and King Shuobei himself would not dare to say this." ”

Yan Yunjun had already surrounded the big Han group with the box on his back at this time, and was about to take it down, but he saw Murong Wuji waving his hand.

"Since it's not from the Medicine King Valley. So where did you learn your palm technique?" asked Murong Wuji.

He paused, "I have always respected the disciples of the Medicine King Valley, as long as you tell the truth, I will let you go." ”

"What a big breath. The big man with the box sneered, "I can still deal with a few well-dressed beasts, so you don't have to bother." ”

The big man said, riding on the jujube red horse, his hands slapped and raised, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the majestic internal force surged out, forcing the Yan Yunjun who was surrounding him to open up, opening a gap.

Without waiting for the big man's command, the jujube red horse jumped out of the encirclement with him.

"Open the mountain!" The big man surnamed Zhu stood up from a pile of sawdust, just seeing this move, "I can't be wrong, it is the most fierce move in Lianshan's palm." ”

Murong Wuji nodded, jumped out, and stabbed the man in the back with a sword.

Hearing the sound of the wind, the big man turned his head and slapped his palm.

Lianshan's palm is just to fierce, and one palm is endless, with the potential of overwhelming mountains and seas, even Murong Wuji does not dare to let Lianshan's palm hit.

His waist twisted in the air, and his body suddenly rose a foot higher, just avoiding this palm.

Rao is like this, Murong Wuji's clothes are still blowing in the palm wind.

Murong Wuji couldn't help but be surprised, he really didn't expect that above the rivers and lakes, outside of Ye Qiudi, there were people who could use such a powerful Lianshan palm.

You must understand that even Su Musha, who is a master of the internal strength of the "Taisu Heart Sutra", fell to the ground and couldn't afford to be exhausted after using three palms to defeat the finger forgetting strings.

All he thought was flashing in his mind, and the movements in Murong Wuji's hands were not slow. After avoiding Lian Shan's palm, the long sword in his hand pointed directly at the man's neck.

The big man's left leg lightly knocked the horse's buttocks, and the jujube red horse came to a turn, making Murong Wuji's sword fall into the air.

The mountain road is narrow, and the side of the mountain is densely wooded, and the speed of the jujube red horse that turned to rush into the woods was slow, and was chased by Yan Yunjun behind.

The big man immediately turned around and sat down on the back of the horse, and the mountain palm came out frequently, pouring a large piece.

It is no wonder that the jujube red horse will take a fancy to the military captain at a glance, it does have spirituality, and when running between the uneven woods, it is like walking on the ground, so that the big man can wave his palm freely.

When the jujube red horse goes around the trees and branches and leaves, it will even take into account the big man on horseback, bend the legs, twist the waist, and be extremely lightweight.

Yan Yunjun couldn't hold the big man, and Murong Wuji, who couldn't hit it in one blow, chased after him again.

He stepped on the trunk of the tree, and in an instant, he swept his subordinates, and slashed at the forehead of the big man with the box from top to bottom.

The man ducked his head and ducked.

Murong Wuji castrated non-stop, stepped on the trunk of a tree, folded his body back, and took the man's neck again.

The big man who was riding the horse turned around and slapped it again.

Murong Wuji had already prepared, avoided it lightly, raised his head with a move, stabbed the back of the man's head, and kicked at the red and black box on the man's thick back at the same time.

Murong Wuji's two moves were to force the big man off the horse.

How do you know, the man actually regarded the red and black box on his back as more important than life, and hurriedly turned around and held the box in his arms first, and then waved his palm to dismantle the move, the cold light had reached his forehead.

Murong Wuji knew that this person had a deep relationship with the Medicine King Valley, and he didn't mean anything hurtful, so seeing this, he hurriedly pressed the sword down, leaving a blood groove on his forehead and the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on the wooden box in the man's arms.

The long sword was sharp, and Murong Wuji also wanted to know what was in the box that was more important than his life, so he didn't retract his strength, and the long sword directly cut the wooden box.

"No!" the man roared, ignoring the injuries on his face, and put the opening of the wooden box close to his chest to protect it, and reached out to catch the smoke ash that floated out.

Blood ran down his jaw, dripping on the wooden box, and fell into the dust along with soot.

The man raised his head, in the midst of desolation, his eyes flowed with endless hatred, staring straight at Murong Wuji, until the jujube red horse disappeared into the woods with him.

"Ashes. Murong Wuji landed on the ground, did not chase any more, gently, carefully wiped the soot and blood mud off the blade, and sighed heavily.