The fast horse raises the dust, the young man carries his sword, and heads straight to Pinggang Mountain. Reading at midnight
Not to mention the troubles along the way.
Two days later, Liang Qiufeng appeared in the Pinggang Mountains. He saw that the mountains in this area were vast and not very high, but the terrain was dangerous and very desolate.
According to the information on the mission, this place is occupied by a gang of thieves, who are robbing homes and doing all kinds of evil. The leaders of the bandits are two warriors of the third level of strength, with about a dozen minions under them. What is particularly noteworthy is that the bandits do not have a fixed den.
, very maneuverable and very cunning.
Before coming, Liang Qiufeng had changed into ordinary clothes - wearing the clothes of an outer disciple was too eye-catching and could easily scare others, which was not conducive to completing the mission.
Bang bang ping pong!
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of weapons being handed over from a mountain col ahead, as if someone was fighting fiercely there.
"Hey, did you happen to encounter thieves robbing you?"
Liang Qiufeng pondered for a moment, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and rode over.
Turning around the road, I saw swords and swords in the open space in front of me, and a group of people were fighting fiercely. Judging from their clothes, the two camps could be clearly seen.
One side is wearing uniform black clothes and holding a long knife; the other side is more chaotic, with long coats and short coats, all of them look ferocious, and the weapons in their hands are also all kinds of.
The Xuanyi-clad side was obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, with only four people; while the other side of the miscellaneous army had more than ten people, forming a situation of more fighting against fewer.
Therefore, although individual strength is lacking, once the numbers make up for it, they have the overall upper hand.
"ah!"
With a scream, another man in Xuanyi's well-dressed clothes fell down.
"You bandits are so brave. You dare to take advantage of our Zhang family's medicinal materials. You really deserve death!"
On the other side, two tough men with weapons in hand surrounded an old man and attacked and killed him fiercely.
The old man was fighting one against two, with his left hand and the right handcuffed. When he saw from the corner of his eye that the men he had brought with him were suffering casualties, and sooner or later the whole army would be destroyed, he couldn't help but be extremely angry.
Every time one of his subordinates fell, the baggage he was carrying was snatched away. Inside these baggage were valuable medicinal materials.
"Jie Jie, old man, we deserve to die, but you will die soon, take your life."
A burly man kept laughing strangely, and a spear in his hand was like a poisonous python coming out of its hole, very vicious.
The old man took a long breath: "Pinggang Shuangsha, aren't you afraid that the Zhang family will be angry and uproot you?"
"Bah! Since our brothers have become bandits, our lives have already been tied up in our belts. If we are afraid of this and that, we may become bandits, so we might as well go into the city and set up a stall to sell corn."
Shi Biao, the boss of Pinggang Shuangsha, said viciously.
A several-inch scar spread down his cheek, making him look like a venomous snake crawling across his face, adding to his viciousness. He wielded a mountain ax in his hand, attacking powerfully and domineeringly, specifically splitting his head, chest and other vital parts.
His words had no deterrent effect. The old man knew that the situation was over, and he was afraid that he would be doomed today. He was also an old man in the world. Not only did he not fall into despair, but he also inspired a bloody spirit: even if he died, he would have someone to support him. So he changed his moves and used a long handle.
The flurry of swordsmanship is a lose-lose posture.
How could the two demons of Pinggang have the upper hand, as he wished? They looked at each other and avoided the sharp edge for a moment. They only had to fight for a moment, draining all the old man's strength, and he could kill him as much as he wanted.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and a young man dismounted from his horse and charged into the battle group with a long sword in his hand. He drew the sword very fast, and with a flash of the edge, one of the thieves was hit by the sword and fell to the ground.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Before they had time to react, the three minions had their throats sealed with a sword and fell into a pool of blood.
What a fast sword.
It was Liang Qiufeng who happened to meet him.
The one-sided situation was immediately reversed.
"Who are you?"
"How brave, how dare you meddle in other people's business!"
There was a commotion and shouting.
However, the only response to them was the ruthless sword edge.
With the help of this new force, the desperate situation was saved. The morale of the remaining men in Xuanyi's fine clothes increased greatly and they quickly launched a counterattack.
"Wow, wow, wow, I'm so angry!"
The second prince among the two evil spirits in Pinggang shook his spear fiercely and retreated, wanting to deal with the disruptor first.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The guns and swords struck each other, shooting out little sparks.
Liang Qiufeng's sword was fast, but Wang Zi's fierce iron spear was eight feet long, with a wide range of opening and closing, and a measured attack and defense, which was just enough to restrain the fast sword.
"It turns out he's just a second-level guy looking for death!"
Wang Zimeng soon saw through Liang Qiufeng's true cultivation level, and he felt at ease.
Now, this is Liang Qiufeng's first head-on actual combat in his life, and it has a very different meaning. Compared with Gu Huichuan's time, Kuai Jian versus Kuai Jian, but it was always a matter of discussion, and each had their own reservations. Fighting with the current life and death situation was fundamentally different.
There is no comparison.
This is the real actual combat. If you are not careful, the final result will not be the end, but death!
The prince fiercely held a long spear in his hand, and a cluster of red tassels spread out like flowers, making people dazzled and easily disturbed.
"Go!"
With a loud shout, the tip of the spear passed over Liang Qiufeng's left shoulder and brought up a blood flower.
"Boy, if you want to be a hero, you must be willing to die."
Liang Qiufeng's eyes narrowed and he replied coldly: "Really?" He stopped talking nonsense and started to circulate the true energy in his body. Whoops, the "Nineteen Swords of Chasing the Wind" was used again from the first sword.
At this moment, all his mental thoughts were extremely concentrated, and apart from the enemy target in front of him, there was no room for a single speck of dust.
The speed of the sword moves actually increased a bit.
"Hey, what's going on?"
The prince's heart skipped a beat. After the opponent was injured, he became more and more courageous as he fought. Many flaws in the swordsmanship were covered up by the increase in speed.
"This kid is a bit evil, so let's fight him quickly and get the result."
A fierce look flashed across his eyes. He was a ruthless man who had experienced countless bloody battles. He had killed hundreds of people and was rich in experience. He would not be swayed by this. He flipped his wrist, the spear roared loudly, and used all his favorite killing moves. The gun
His head was like a snake's letter, and he just wanted to stab Liang Qiufeng to death.
Keng!
Another heavy impact knocked Liang Qiufeng back several steps, but he felt his mouth was numb.
What a lot of strength!
Although they are both at the third level of strength, compared to Gu Huichuan, the strength of this thief leader is undoubtedly higher than that of Gu Huichuan.
There will be many differences in martial arts cultivation even at the same level. The advancement time is different sooner or later, and the strength will be different. If combat power is also included, the difference will be even greater.
The strength of his opponent did not frighten Liang Qiufeng. Instead, he felt that the blood in his body was accelerating, and he felt like his blood was boiling.
This feeling is really strange and difficult to explain.
When the prince suddenly saw a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart. In the blink of an eye, Liang Qiufeng's long sword attacked again with great momentum.
The same move, but the speed is actually a bit faster!
"His grandma, has this kid been hiding his strength? Or, has he been making breakthroughs and progress?"
Neither of the two possibilities is what Wang Zimeng wants to see.