The gun is like a dragon, and the horse is like a storm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Meng Bo tasted the five shots that he lit in an instant, and landed in a silver light curtain. The gun in his hand received a considerable bonus because of the unparalleled impact of the kicking cloud.

The riding technique of the integration of people and horses in the Mengjia martial arts is also a dazzling scenery in the martial arts of Hezhou.

But his instantaneous five shots did not break through the silver light curtain, which flew into the air with his momentum, and then landed lightly on Meng Bowei's back.

The sword and sword of the young man of the Yan family must not be ordinary. The light curtain woven by the sword in an instant also shows that this person's understanding of the unity of the sword is very profound.

Zhong Shanyanqi and Hezhou Meng Bo tasted the staggered first round and were evenly divided.

The above were real-time notes written by a white-robed Flowerless City disciple in the crowd, and someone next to him saw these records and snorted in his nose.

"I don't think so. ”

But it was a man with a bronze long knife at his waist, standing in the crowd with a proud face.

Someone recognized this long knife and exclaimed, "Isn't this the wind-splashing knife of the Tiger Benying Camp of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

When everyone looked at the man again, their eyes were different.

"Yes, a certain person is from the Northern Wei Dynasty. The man said, "You only know that Meng Bo tastes indulgence and wine, but you don't know that every winter, he will go to the Canggu camp to train. The guns of the Meng family were born on the battlefield, and that kind of slaughter is comparable to Zhongshan Xiaoer. ”

Many people sighed, and some people questioned: "But the Zhongshan faction is one of the Seven Heroes of Martial Arts after all, and its background is beyond the reach of the Meng family in Hezhou." In my opinion, the number of winners and losers is still five or five. ”

But such voices are still in the minority, and the vast majority of people are still not optimistic about Yan Qi, and they have also seen many young talents rushing to challenge Meng Bowei, but without exception, all of them have failed.

After one move, Meng Bowei had a preliminary assessment of Yan Qi's strength, and the sword in the opponent's hand was worthy of vigilance, but just relying on this sword and sword kung fu, wanting to win him Meng Bowei was tantamount to a fool's dream.

Meng Bo tasted the gun and smiled, "Shaft! You are talking wildly in Hezhou, and my son still thinks how capable you are." Today, I, Meng Bo, will use this ability to unite people and horses to hell with your sword!"

Meng Bo's words made Yan Qi's face even more solemn.

In just one round, he forced out his sword unity, which Yan didn't expect. Because he didn't expect Meng Bowei to ride a divine horse over, the first to look at the opponent's horsemanship skills, let Yan Qi understand that he was in a passive situation - one against two.

Meng Bo tasted more than that, but fortunately, Yan Qi had come up with some of the Meng family's marksmanship routines, and at this time he had to give full play to this advantage as soon as possible.

Fight the tricks!

Yan Qi didn't wait for Meng Bo to drive the horse again, and slashed out with a knife in his left hand, it was not a person, it was a horse!

He slashed so decisively that even the man from the Northern Wei Dynasty, who was not optimistic about him before, nodded secretly. Meng Bowei was disdainful in his eyes, he gently lifted the reins of the horse, kicked the clouds and black horses to communicate with him, and suddenly rose high.

While avoiding Yan Qi's knife, Meng Bo Wei hung upside down in the horse's belly in mid-air, and stabbed out with a shot!

"Beautiful!" The crowd erupted in exclamation, Meng Bo tasted this shot like a god descending from heaven, and the young man from Zhongshan seemed to have shown his defeat.

At the last moment, Yan Qi, who was facing away from Meng Bowei, raised his right hand, and the Hongyan Sword emitted a clear sword roar, shooting out from the sky.

Doesn't this kid have eyes in the back of his head?

Meng Bo tasted the momentum of the gun and swung away the red sword. The Hongyan Sword was knocked away, and finally plunged straight into the ground, and Weng screamed non-stop.

It was also this time that Yan Qi narrowly dodged Meng Bowei's gun.

To Meng Bo's surprise, there was a true qi hidden behind the sword, and Yan Qi not only skillfully cracked his tricks, but also seized the opportunity to give him a look.

Fortunately, Meng Bo's gun always left two points of gun intent, and the sudden bowstring strength was dissolved by Meng Bo's gun momentum.

"What a sinister boy!" said Meng Bo with hatred, "but now I have gone to a sword, only with a knife, and see how you can fight me." ”

In the situation, the young master of the Meng family has a great advantage, and everyone sighs in their eyes. This is the first gentleman in Hezhou, and I'm afraid I'm going to win again.

While in the stands, the young man from Zhongshan stepped down and several rays of true qi shot out of his fingers. Meng Bo sneered and galloped his horse, not caring at all.

Yan Qi's bowstring strength is based on the body as a bow, and the meridians are the strings, and the air arrows shot are indeed terrifying.

However, how could a genius like Meng Bowei, who was on the Lingyun list, let Yan Qi succeed again and again. No matter how subtle the bowstring is, Yan Qi's own cultivation is lower than that of Meng Bo.

Therefore, Meng Bo shook the spear flower, did not dodge or dodge, and the qi arrow that kicked the cloud and ate the master of the Yijin Realm was not stagnant, but it was more violent and faster when he ate the pain.

Yan Qi's second round of air arrows was shot, and the man and horse had already arrived in front of him.

"Hey. The man from the Northern Wei Dynasty turned around, thinking that although this young man from Zhongshan was not bad, he was finally a little immature, and the result was already obvious. And just as he lifted his heel, the crowd erupted in another exclamation.

The man turned around, but saw Meng Bowei falling under the horse, and Zhongshan's boy was also kicked and flew out.

That's right, the martial arts are magnificent, it is endless, all-encompassing. However, this does not prevent some people from using some small means in martial arts battles to achieve the goal of defeating the enemy.

Yan Qi just used a small means, the Hongyan sword inserted in the ground, bounced back an air arrow from Yan Qi, and hit Meng Bowei's vest.

It's a bit petty, but it works well.

Meng Bo tasted the horse, and Yan Qi would not give him a chance to get on the horse again. Both were injured, but it was clear that Yan Qi, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, was heavier.

"Brother Bo Wei, that day I learned marksmanship, and the younger brother was still unsatisfied. ”

"Hmph, the Meng family's marksmanship is ever-changing, and what you found that day was only the tip of the iceberg. ”

As Meng Bo spoke, the tip of the spear flashed coldly, and he attacked again.

If Yan Qi had time to speak at this moment, he would definitely say to Meng Bowei: Do you know that there is a little girl who is too beautiful to speak, who once said that you are a person who is afraid of death, and she asked me to fight with you, as long as I work hard, you will definitely lose.

Yan Qi closed his eyes and didn't look at Meng Bo's gun.

The confidant knife became a confidant at this moment and understood Yan Qi's mind.

The blade of the knife slashed vertically towards Meng Bowei's face door, and Yan Qi's chest opened wide, regardless of it.

It's not just Meng Bowei, everyone can't understand it, it's just a competition, this sacrificing knife is too abrupt.

Only those scholars blushed for this knife. In their eyes, this knife is a knife that goes to death to gain righteousness, and it is a knife that sacrifices oneself to become benevolent.

Meng Bo flinched, he was very sorry for his life, and the two points of gun's intent that he kept made him retract his gun in time again.

Yan Qi became more and more courageous the more he fought, leaving no room for every knife, Meng Bo took a breath and blocked his chest, extremely depressed. This almost vexatious style of play is poking at his soft underbelly.

Lao Tzu is really afraid of death.

By the time of the fifth sword, the Confidant Knife had finally severed the spear in Meng Bowei's hand, leaving a deep scar on his shoulder.

Meng Bo tasted and was defeated.

Since then, there has been a story of a Zhongshan boy in the rivers and lakes of Hezhou, who defeated the first romantic man in Hezhou.

Since then, there has been one more young man in the eyes of Hezhou's readers.