Chapter 11 Reciprocity

The beautiful princess came to the rock on the other side of the mountain road. Her face was covered with heavy gauze, her clothes were fluttering, and her jewel-like eyes were looking at the dark mountains. Both her graceful and slender figure and her delicate posture are charming.

Her mature and charming appearance makes it difficult for people to imagine that she is only over fifteen years old. In fact, she has never personally confirmed that she is a girl under the age of sixteen.

Yue Ling sighed faintly and said: "How could you do it? The stone bridge has fallen into our control again."

Long Ying tried his best to retract his gaze from admiring her graceful curves. Fengcheng's famous wind made her clothes fit and the beauty was endless. However, because she was a "friend's wife", he had to suppress his lust. He said: "Because Brother Ting is an old man."

The nemesis of the clan."

Yue Ling said: "It will be dawn soon! Are you waiting for him here?"

Longying reached out and pulled out an arrow from the barrel, picked up the folding bow with the other hand, and placed the arrow on the bowstring. He said calmly: "Princess, come here, do you want to see how we can give birth to the secret wisdom of the sect?"

Yue Ling said: "One day, you may be able to kill him, but not tonight. He will become very powerful tonight."

Long Ying said nonchalantly: "What about giving him a small gift?"

Feng Guoting felt that Long Ying was engaging in another kind of fight with Yue Ling. He was familiar with Long Ying's temperament and knew that he would not take the wrong target. A smile couldn't help but escape from the corner of his lips. Yue Ling happened to look towards them and saw Feng Guoting's

Smiling, his eyes lit up with strange light, as if he remembered something, and said softly: "Brother Ting, why are you smiling?"

Feng Guoting shrugged and said, "It's nothing. Does the princess want to ask the commander-in-chief what kind of gift he wants to give to Lao Zong, but he is not convinced and he deliberately teases the princess to ask?"

Before Yue Ling could answer, Longying drew his bow into the full moon shape and shot toward the mountains on the right. At such an angle, it was impossible to aim at the target, not to mention there was no sound of movement where the arrow went.

"ah!"

The scream came in response to the arrow, and then the sound became thinner, and then there was a faint sound of falling to the ground. The change in the sound alone clearly depicted the person who was hit by the arrow falling straight from a high place to the bottom of the cliff a hundred feet below.

Yue Ling said: "This is impossible. The other party is on the other side of the cliff. You can't see the other party from here."

Long Ying said: "This one was just a coincidence. Come on! Try another arrow."

Yue Ling was so angry that she refused to answer him.

"blow!"

The second arrow looked high and far away, and was thrown towards the undulating mountains with strange rocks and strange bees on the right side of the mountain road.

A short pitiful groan sounded, at least two hundred feet away from them.

Yue Ling couldn't hold it back and said: "Do you want to kill Zong Mi Zhi, or do you want him to retreat when he sees difficulties?"

Long Ying put away the folding bow and said: "Ask your brother Ting, he is not cold-blooded like me, but full of passion."

Feng Guoting smiled hoarsely and said: "You are so passionate, so passionate. I'm even more afraid that you might overdo it and end up being a disservice."

Long Ying said to Yue Ling: "Buy and sell, it's very fair. As long as Yue Ling is willing to personally confirm the age guessed by Brother Ting, I will answer the princess's questions truthfully."

Yue Ling sighed: "Are there any other questions?"

Seeing her persistence in this aspect, the two of them were at least relieved in tone. They were all ecstatic, but they did not dare to reveal the clues in their expressions.

Long Ying winked at Feng Guoting and spoke to him. Yue Ling was soft-hearted towards Feng Guoting.

Feng Guoting said calmly: "We will tell you everything we know about dealing with the sect's secret wisdom."

Long Ying praised Feng Guoting in his heart. This was called taking the right medicine. Whether it was her in the previous life or her in this life, Zong Mi Zhi was the primary goal. Making some sacrifices was both reasonable and reasonable.

Yue Ling sighed: "Okay! Brother Ting did guess the year of my birth, and until now, I still don't understand why Brother Ting can guess it right. Do you know something about me? Do you even know the year of my birth?"

I don’t even know it myself? Oh! What are you doing?”

Long Ying and Ze Feng Guoting were hugging each other, slapping each other on the back vigorously, as if they were crazy.

Long Ying let go of Feng Guoting and said happily: "Zong Mi Zhi will not be scared away, because he knows that this may be his last chance to reverse the defeat."

Then he reached out and grabbed Feng Guoting's shoulder and said: "As for the small gift I want to give Zong Mizhi, it will make it impossible for him to avoid my feelings for him in the short term." Duanmu Ling Bu Shi came to mind.

The immortal face like fireworks in the world continued: "This is the fairy method I learned from a beautiful fairy. Of course, when it comes into my hands, the fairy method turns into magic. If the princess wants to hunt down the old sect, it is best to

Follow your brother Ting to avoid missing good opportunities."

When Yue Ling glanced at Feng Guoting angrily, Zong Mizhi appeared on a mountain peak more than ten feet lower than them on the right, with a majestic body like a mountain, and said with a voice that burst out from between his teeth: "Dragon

Eagle, do you dare to have a showdown with me here?"

Long Ying blinked at Yue Ling first, with a proud look on his face as if he had guessed correctly, and said with a "bah": "Why do I need the courage to kill you?"

Then he spread his limbs like a cheetah, squatting on the rock first, and then climbed to the edge of the boulder, imitating the beast's movements to the extreme of resemblance, except for the roar, full of primitiveness, wildness and a certain

This kind of explosive power can only be possessed by wild beasts. His eyes are full of magic light, and he stares deeply at Zong Mizhi below, who is twenty feet away from him, as if he has found prey. The clothes all over his body make a hunting sound, like the mountain wind.

It turned into a fierce wind that blew endlessly, and its momentum was so powerful that it can only be felt by seeing it with one's own eyes.

This was the first time for Feng Guoting to see Dragon Eagle in such an aggressive form, and he was shocked. He realized in his heart that this was a different kind of use and control of the environment. The surrounding barren mountains and ridges immediately became his territory.

The Zongmi Zhi is the prey. If anyone is in the position of the Zongmi Zhi, even if they are not frightened, they will still be frightened and not know how to deal with the "foreign object" in front of them.

Yue Ling was dumbfounded and couldn't believe what he saw.

The next moment, the dragon eagle had its feet on the edge of the stone, and the evil beast jumped towards Zong Mi Zhi like a beast leaping into the abyss.

On the surface, Zong Mizhi was completely unmoved by the mighty power of the dragon eagle. His eyes were filled with brilliance. He held the staff in both hands and swept it slowly. This simple movement was full of changes, slow and fast.

No one can control its speed. But Feng Guoting knew that under the circumstances of one boom and another decline, Zong Mi Zhi's momentum was suppressed, and he fell into Long Ying's calculations.

Now Zong Mizhi's smartest method is to retreat first, and then wait until the dragon eagle lands on the ground, when the old power has just disappeared and the new power has not yet emerged, to fight back with all his strength. However, because his mind was frightened by the "mutation" of the dragon eagle, he also

Eager to win, he also relied on his martial arts skills, so he and Long Ying had a head-on challenge. What he was bullying was that Long Ying was in mid-air. As long as everyone was evenly matched and he could hold his position, he could shoot down Long Ying with a volley and knock him down.

A hundred feet of abyss. This is the instinctive reaction of anyone to a charging beast. Brave hunters know that turning around and running away is a foolish act.

"when!"

The black sword slashed the staff hard.

Zong Mizhi grunted and stepped back. It was remarkable that he didn't fly off the top of the mountain.

Dragon Eagle's seemingly unnatural "beast attack" is actually a variation of his unique skill "ejection", full of explosive power from the demon species, using movement to control stillness, coupled with a black sword weighing a hundred kilograms, so He was about two feet away from Zong Mi Zhi and struck out with all his strength. He was also condescending, enjoying the violent impact of throwing objects from a high place. Dragon Eagle used its various advantages to merge them into an indivisible one. As a whole, its power can be imagined.

What Zong Mi Zhi faces is no longer a simple, powerful opponent, but the power of nature and the environment combined with Dragon Eagle. How can he hold his position?

Long Ying laughed, and still had enough energy to roll over Zong Mi Zhi's head, and the black knife shot down on Zong Mi Zhi's head like a burst of electricity.

Zong Mizhi showed his martial arts status that firmly positions him as the number one master in the southern border. He suddenly stopped his retreat, ducked slightly, and his staff turned into thousands of staff shadows, soaring into the sky, blocking the dragon and eagle like a waterfall and a tide. His amazing swordsmanship. However, he can only use temporary moves. The initiative is taken by his opponent, and he is involuntarily on the defensive.

The swords and sticks struck each other, and on the mountaintop in the darkness before dawn, sparks flew and the energy exploded. Feng Guoting and Yue Ling were dazzled and excited.

Before this moment, Yue Ling had never thought that the invincible and arrogant "Ghost Lord" Zong Mi Zhi could actually be suppressed by someone as soon as he came into contact with him.

Feng Guoting knew that Zong Mizhi's true martial arts was by no means inferior to Long Ying, the evil emperor of the demon sect, but he was only half as good as his opponent in terms of maneuverability. It was this slight difference that destroyed his original advantage of being able to stay on the ground. No survival, trapped in a bitter battle.

"when!"

After a louder sound than any previous impact of the sword and staff, the Dragon Eagle fell to the ground like a nail from the sky above Zong Mizhi. However, Zong Mizhi could not withstand the impact of the magic power and staggered slightly, unable to recover from the Dragon Eagle's transformation. Benefit from the move, and the rare opportunity to take advantage of the situation to counterattack passed by.

What was even more unexpected was that Longying landed on his toes and put the sword in the sheath behind his back. He made a sharp spin and threw himself into Zong Mizhi's arms. His fists pointed at his elbows and knees. Every part of his body turned into a terrifying weapon, and mercury poured down the ground. Pan Lao Zong Mi Zhi attacked and attacked fiercely, leaving no gap to catch a glimpse. Zong Mi Zhi, who had planned various ideas to regain the disadvantage, but under Long Ying's immersed fighting, not only did his ideas come to nothing, but he was also unable to deploy his staff for a while. But after all, he is a top-notch master. He stays calm in the face of danger. He moves his hands to the middle of the staff, and with strange steps, he moves at an astonishing high speed on the uneven hilltop less than two feet away, which is worthy of holding the ever-changing dragon eagle. attack.

"boom!"

With a burst of energy, Long Ying slapped the head of the staff with his palm. When Zong Mi Zhi was knocked back, Long Ying had already bullied him. His hands made strange and fast movements, and suddenly stabbed the opponent. Put out more than ten fingers.

Zong Mizhi stepped back and used all his strength to strike back with the tail of his staff, hitting Longying's left shoulder.

Dragon Eagle let out a pitiful snort and threw his staff away from the ground. When it reached the high altitude outside the mountain, it began to flip in the air. The next moment, it was back to Feng Guoting's side. As soon as it stood still, it immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Zong Mi Zhi was still standing on the top of the mountain holding his staff, but there was no look of a victor on his face.

Long Ying wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said in a hoarse voice: "The Ghost Lord is indeed worthy of his reputation."

Zong Mizhi said sharply: "What kind of despicable trick is this?"

Long Ying said with a smile: "My little brother is willing to let you pick a stick, Lao Zong. If you reciprocate the courtesy, of course there must be a gift in return. The so-called trivial things are not respectful. Two injections of true energy, one yin and one yang. Lao Zong, you can enjoy it! It's your turn.

Before you successfully transform, even if you escape to the bottom of the sky, you still can’t escape from the five-finger barrier of my Dragon Eagle. Ha! Oh!”

Cough up another mouthful of blood.

It was drizzling in the sky, and the stone bridge was hazy.

The four pontoon bridges were demolished, and two layers of trebuchets were erected on the shore, completely blocking the access to Fengcheng. The only two trebuchets were placed behind the horses, aiming in the direction of the stone bridge.

The two crossbow machines were covered with cloth to prevent the enemy from noticing that they had such an offensive weapon. Not only did the defenders win a great victory, but they also obtained a large amount of military supplies, food and tents. Although everyone was exhausted, their morale was at its peak.

When Long Ying arrived at Shiqiao, everyone hid in tents to get a precious chance to rest. Only Mi Nantian, Wan Renyu, Ye Qiye and Piroge were left to guard the front line.

Minan Tian was surprised and said: "Where is the young master?"

Long Ying focused his eyes on the front. The enemy in the trench was not visible in the mist. However, just by hearing the sounds coming from far and near, he knew that the enemy was mobilizing men, horses and offensive equipment to organize a large-scale attack. This time Zong Mi Zhi would invest.

He used the strength of the whole army until they collapsed. He responded casually: "He was escorted by the princess to fall in love."

Minantian lost his voice and said, "Is this happening?"

Wan Renyu smiled and said: "Don't listen to him. He loves to talk nonsense. Have you solved Zong Mi Zhi's surprise attack? Or are you waiting in vain?"

Long Ying said: "How could I guess him wrong? But seeing that there were two husbands watching over me, I had no choice but to retreat."

Ye Qiye said: "Just leave the responsibility of guarding the shortcut to the back mountain to the eagles. If there is any abnormal movement, we can rush to intercept it immediately."

Piroge said: "It is very difficult for us to allocate more manpower to check, so we have to use this method."
To be continued...