There are many heroes in the north, and Yan Zhao is a hero. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Youzhou, which seems to be full of desolate land since ancient times, is already full of smoke and dust, and the earth trembles.

"Driving ......"

A man and a horse rushed out from behind a small hill, galloping like a fly, the whirring wind blowing, leaving only a series of dust.

The man on the horse was very burly, in his thirties, wearing an old gray cloth robe, slightly tattered, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth, a square face of the Chinese character, quite a wind and frost color, looking forward to it, very powerful. The appearance of a strong man of Yan Zhao is alive.

After a moment, from the back of the hill, suddenly eighteen rode out.

But I saw that they were dressed in cold clothes, carrying silver spears, wearing scimitars at their waists, wearing masks on their faces, black scarves on their heads, showing only their eyes, and wearing long black cloaks on their outer bodies, and riding boots with daggers, and all of them carrying large bows, each carrying eighteen arrows, and all of them were equipped with scimitars of the same color.

In addition, each of them had a fierce falcon on his shoulder, and from time to time one or two rose into the air and circled over the heads of those in front of him.

"These flat-haired brutes, they are hateful ......"

However, whenever the big man in front of him wanted to take out his bow and arrows and solve the falcon in the sky. The falcons seemed to have spirits, and one by one they quickly retreated.

The road was quite rugged and winding, and the big man didn't have time to recognize the way, so in a panic, he had to run along the path more than once.

However, after turning another dense forest, what appeared in front of this big man was an endless ocean.

The sea and the sky are boundless, the east and west do not see the end, and the north and south do not see the high and low. In addition to the deeper and deeper blue, there were only a few scattered seabirds, startled by the murderous aura of the more than a dozen sudden intruders, and flew into the depths of the sea.

"Royal!"

Suddenly, the big man who had tightened his horse turned his horse's head and jumped off the horse.

Gently touching the horse's neck, the big man sighed, then threw the horse's reins, and said to the horse: "Go, run for your life!"

The horse snorted, and seemed reluctant to leave. But then, when the eighteen black-clad knights surrounded the big man, the big man slapped him the horse's back. The horse was in pain, so he spread his hooves and ran outside.

"Silver spear scimitar, Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen, today Qiao someone will teach you a lesson and see if you are really like the legend, a demon crawling out of hell!

It's a pity that there is no good wine here today, otherwise it would be a good thing!"

The person who came was Qiao Feng, the leader of the beggar gang Jingyi faction, and in the last month, the Liao Wangfu and the Xixia Wangfu conspired together to deal with the Song Wangfu. When Qiao Feng heard this, he sent a master to assassinate the officers of the Liao Palace, the Xixia Palace, and the Jingyi Mansion.

But I didn't want to, standing at the end, when I should have retreated with my whole body, the most mysterious and terrifying Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen in the Liao Wangfu suddenly appeared.

The origin of the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun is still unknown, but they are as fast as the wind, as fierce as fire, and wherever they go, there is not a single grass left. Strong bow scimitar, good at riding and shooting, with one enemy hundred, never tasted defeat. Yanyun's eighteen horsemen took the horn as an order, and only obeyed the orders of the Liao kings of the Liao Wangfu in the past dynasties.

Every time the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun appeared, it would bring a terrible massacre.

Although the masters of the Beggar Gang Purifying Clothes Sect were all good at martial arts, they were caught off guard, and as soon as Fang encountered this Yanyun Eighteen Horsemen, he lost several people on the spot.

At the critical juncture, Qiao Feng stepped forward and led away Yanyun's eighteen horsemen alone, preserving the fire of survival for the beggar gang Pure Clothes Sect.

And the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun also seemed to know the identity of the elders of Qiao Feng's Pure Clothes Sect, and seemed to feel that getting rid of Qiao Feng would be a greater blow to the Beggar Pure Clothes Sect, so that the eighteen horsemen of Yan Yun could successfully be led here by Qiao Feng.

Facing Qiao Feng, who was full of spirits and was like a beast descending the mountain. Although there were eighteen people and eighteen horses on Yanyun's eighteen horses, they did not make the slightest sound from their mouths.

One by one, they just indifferently aimed the silver spear in their hands at Qiao Feng, and the eighteen cold light shone brightly, like the most dazzling starlight in the middle of the night.

They didn't make a rash move, just because they all knew that a martial arts master like Qiao Feng, the more he reached the crisis point of dying, the stronger the power that erupted. is like a crazy tiger, as long as he finds the slightest opportunity, a careless, it will be difficult to escape.

Therefore, Yan Yun Eighteen Riders would never give Qiao Feng the slightest chance.

In the past, the Liao Wangfu and the Yuan Wangfu were at war, and the 3,000 Khan troops of the Yuan Wangfu fought with the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry. Yanyun's eighteen cavalry did not have the support of one person, but they fought fiercely for three days with the 3,000 khans of the Yuan Wangfu on the grassland.

In the end, Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen were not damaged, and they brought back the most precious feathers on the helmets of the three thousand Khan Army.

Whether or not he can kill Qiao Feng, Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry has never thought about this problem. The only thing they were worried about was whether Qiao Feng's counterattack when he was dying would hurt them.

Looking at the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun who were slowly circling around him, without the slightest flaw, Qiao Feng knew in his heart that he definitely had no chance of escaping.

Fortunately, before leaving, he had already handed over the dog beating stick of the Beggar Gang's Clean-Clothes Sect to Ma Dayuan, the deputy gang leader, to take away. And another stunt, the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending Sect, presumably Hong Qi of the Dirty Clothes Sect will definitely not sit idly by and watch the martial arts of the Pure Clothes Sect disappear.

There is no life, everything is gone.

Qiao Feng suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "You eighteen Khitan dogs, which one will fight to the death first!"

Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen saw that the gods were majestic, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

Qiao Feng shouted: "If you don't do it, I'll do it first!"

After saying that, Qiao Feng's palm was raised, and with two bangs, he was already in the air with two palms towards the two knights in the lead.

Qiao Feng's martial arts originated in Shaolin, and later he was personally trained by Wang Jiantong, the leader of the previous generation of beggar gangs, and taught the twenty-eight palms of dragon descending kung fu. After condensed it into eighteen palms with Hong Qi and the others, Qiao Feng's cultivation in the palm technique has gone one step further.

At this time, although it was only two splitting palms, the strength of these palms was condensed, but it was really no less than the real two palms.

Masters compete, the heaviest thing is to wait, no matter whether you have the heart when you make a move, as long as you shoot, there will be a flaw. If the martial arts cultivation of the person facing the enemy is no less than his own, he can brake with static, and the last to strike first.

At this time, Qiao Feng moved, and Yan Yun's eighteen horses suddenly moved, although there were eighteen of them at this time, they were standing in eighteen different positions. But the moment the eighteen spears were fired together, it was as if there was only one person and one gun.

Fighting alone, most of the eighteen riders of Yanyun were not Qiao Feng's opponents. But the cooperation of the eighteen people is really exquisite, no matter who wants to deal with Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen, they have to face the combined attack of the eighteen people together.

This point, not only Qiao Feng can't do it, but looking at the rivers and lakes, it seems that no one can do it. (To be continued.) )