When the minions of Ailao Mountain saw that the enemy commander shot down their own banner, there was an uproar, and they competed to scold with foul language.

Zhang stammered so angrily that he was smoking, gritted his teeth loudly, and shouted: "You, you little rabbit cub, dare to be like this...... Lie to me! Someone will come out and see a ...... "Lift the mace upside down, and take Lin Fengsheng straight on the horse."

Lin Fengsheng lifted the reins and hissed his mount to meet him. The drums in the camps of the two sides shook the sky, and the flags of each department were waved and shouted, and the sound spread for several miles, which was very spectacular. This was a confrontation between the heads of the two sides, and the scene was extraordinary.

The mace in Zhang Stammer's hand was about a foot long, and the head of the stick was shaped like a jujube kernel covered with sharp iron thorns, and it slashed at Lin Fengsheng's head from a distance. When facing the enemy, the mace has the methods of splitting, smashing, covering, rushing, intercepting, blocking, teasing, leading, picking, picking, spinning, knocking, etc., and the stammering force is very strong.

Most of the weapons of the generals on the battlefield are spears and halberds, as the saying goes: "one inch long, one inch strong", and the mighty place is naturally better than the short blade. Lin Fengsheng was not accustomed to long weapons, so he could only ride his horse to avoid it. Sitting down the horse was a good horse of the court, and although the horse was extraordinary, it could not help but be a little timid, as if it thought that someone had waved a long club around to hit it, and after only two rounds it spread its hooves and turned around and ran back.

Seeing this, Zhang stammered and laughed, only to say that Lin Fengsheng knew that he was invincible and fled.

Lin Fengsheng was slightly embarrassed, whispered and turned the horse's head in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Zhang Da is in charge, my horse is timid, why don't you and I get off the horse and have a good fight!"

Zhang stammered and was accustomed to riding horses, and in the past, he used to rob houses and houses on horseback, so he naturally refused to give up easily, and said with a smile: "Horses and horses are timid...... If you don't tighten, people are bold...... That's enough. Don't talk about it, eat and eat me!" waved his stick and slapped the horse closer, and swept towards Lin Fengsheng's waist with a snort.

Lin Fengsheng's mind turned: "If you refuse to get off the horse, I will force you to get off the horse." The sword was unsheathed, and the sound was like a dragon's groan, and it slashed at the head of the stammering rod. After a soft click, several spikes of the rod head were sliced off.

Zhang stammered and was shocked, not wanting the other party's blade to be so sharp, Lin Fengsheng was also quite surprised, only to feel that the force from the head of the stammering stick was very great, and the tiger's mouth was slightly shocked.

This mace has followed Zhang stammering for many years, and I don't know how many people have died under the spikes of the stick head, but now it is damaged and angry, and the head of the stick is raised with a loud shout.

Lin Fengsheng saw the way he came, slashed the sword obliquely, and cut off the head of the stick when he landed. Zhang stammered and only had a bare rod left in his hand.

Zhang stammered and was slightly stunned, and then swung his rod and slashed his head and brain.

Lin Fengsheng's sword was slashed continuously, and each sword cut off the rod in Zhang Jieba's hand. Seeing that the rod was getting shorter and shorter, Zhang stammered and hurriedly rode his horse away, and the remaining rod in his hand was less than three feet.

The rebels cheered in unison when they saw that the alliance leader had the upper hand.

One of the thieves shouted, "Great master, take the knife!" and said as he galloped closer, throwing a steel knife.

Lin Fengsheng slapped out his left palm, and when the palm wind landed, the single knife thrown over flew far away, and Zhang stammered and grabbed it.

Zhang stammered and was shocked and angry when he saw this, the seemingly powerless young man's martial arts in front of him were so high, he had never met such a good opponent in the green forest for many years, he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, he was already stammering at this time, and he was speechless with his mouth open at this time.

Hearing the whirring wind, the minions threw a few more blades, in order to prevent them from being knocked away by Lin Fengsheng again, they were thrown in different sequences, and some deliberately threw them at Lin Fengsheng, disturbing his eyes and eyes, so that he could not intercept them all in time.

Lin Fengsheng swung his sword to open several oncoming blades, and then struck a scimitar with his palm, he couldn't use his body technique on the horse, and the rest couldn't intercept it. Zhang stammered and finally took a plate axe, and with the weapon in his hand, he was bold and slapped his horse to attack Lin Fengsheng.

Even if he has a blade, Lin Fengsheng is not afraid, intercepting his blade is just a deliberate teasing, and he immediately unfolds the sword technique one by one.

Zhang stammered and killed the unarmed people, like chopping melons and vegetables, but at this time, the battle was against the first-class martial arts masters in the martial arts, and only two rounds of the blade of the plate axe in his hand had been cut off, and it became a strange weapon with a hammer that was not a hammer axe or an axe. The heavy and sharp plate axe can't hurt the other party, let alone this blunt and strange artifact, which is more scrap metal than a weapon.

Zhang stammered and glanced at the scrap iron in his hand, his eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen the most terrible thing in the world, and he fled as soon as he lifted the reins and turned the horse's head.

Lin Fengsheng sneered, and shouted loudly: "Zhang stammered, you hurt heaven and reason, and you are full of evil, suffer death!"

How quickly he drew his sword, and with a pop, he stammered right in the back of his heart. But the tip of the sword seemed to be blocked by something, and it couldn't be pierced. Zhang stammered and flew out of the sky, kicked the horse's belly with both feet, and ran straight into the camp.

Lin Fengsheng secretly sighed a pity, and after feeling slightly surprised, he already understood the reason, knowing that he must be wearing some kind of protective armor in his clothes.

I saw Zhang stammering and running to the front of the battle, taking a spear from a little minion, and then reined in his horse and ran back. It turned out that he was really wearing invulnerable armor, which was woven from thousands of strands of black gold silk, and the gold wire was soft and almost forceless, so the bloody sword that sharpened iron like clay could not help it.

He just hung by a thread and ignored this great dependence, and when he escaped a catastrophe at this time, he woke up, and he naturally didn't want to admit defeat without fear.

Lin Fengsheng said secretly: "You are wearing a talisman armor, can you even protect your hands and neck, I will focus on your head and hands." As soon as his thoughts were finished, he stammered, and the spear shook out, and a spear flower the size of a bowl reached his chest. Turning to the side, he grabbed the barrel of the gun and forcefully took it.

Zhang stammered, and his figure regained and stabilized, but he didn't fall off the horse. Lin Fengsheng was quite surprised, the strength of the Dark Luck Ghost Valley Divine Skill gradually increased, and the green horse that was sitting with a stammering stammer was pulled a few steps away. Lin Fengsheng suddenly realized that it was Zhang Stammering who took out a hand and firmly grasped the saddle, and the power of this area was taken away by the horse. This green horse is fat and strong, weighing about four or five hundred catties, Lin Feng didn't know that the strength he used was not enough at the beginning, so he naturally took it without moving.

Lin Fengsheng smiled coldly, let go suddenly, and the sword in his right hand slashed out a flash of lightning and swung it towards the arm of the hand holding the gun, and he was about to unload one of his arms shoulder to shoulder.

Zhang stammered, only to feel that the strength of the gun head suddenly disappeared, and his body leaned back, "Ahhh There was a sharp pain in his right arm, and a long opening had been made, and blood flowed.

Lin Fengsheng said secretly: "Finally, you are lucky, but after all, you can't escape the misfortune of a sword." "If you slap the horse, you will take the head of the stammer.

At this moment, a fist-sized object suddenly threw out of the thief array, and landed in front of Lin Fengsheng one after another, and the sound of explosion and bang was endless when he landed, and when he landed, sparks splashed everywhere, thick smoke rose, and his eyes were blurred and confused.