"So what about Wang Tianlei? Second brother, you block this person and see me kill the boy from the Meng family."

A strong man who can make a name for himself and has his own Jianghu title is indeed different from ordinary brave bandits. Even if he knows that Wang Tianlei's appearance means that more masters may be hiding among the knights, he still does not retreat at all.

The third brother of Minshan was a beautiful young woman who had a ghost whip. Her eyebrows were curved and her eyes were like autumn moon, but she was solemn and killed. She said loudly.

At the same time, the dark long whip in his hand was slammed with metallic shinyness.

Originally soft and drooping, after being infused with special true energy, it suddenly became straight like a sword. When it struck through the void, waves of ripples with black air appeared, and waves of ghosts and howls of wolves.

For a moment, it seemed as if the Nine Nether Hell had descended on earth, making this long street look like a ghost creature.

The black air surged with the dual forces of corrosiveness and confusion, layer by layer, rising like a mountain, pressing forward, and the shrill roar was accompanied by the power to tear people's hearts for a long time.

The origin of the Ghost Whip is unknown. It is suspected to be left behind by the Wangui Sect of the Evil Dao Sect in the Middle Ages. Of course, the vast river of history has been broken, and the Wangui Sect is even more historical and no longer exists. No one can tell whether it is true.

But one thing is undeniable: the ghost whip is indeed a powerful unique whip method. It penetrates the ghost path in the underworld and is invisible to all directions. Those who are hit by it will not only be damaged in the body, but also seem to be suffering from indescribable trauma.

Meng Wen gritted his teeth and held his sword on the horizontal board of the carriage, without moving at all. He firmly believed that since Wang Tianlei appeared, there must be other experts around him to protect him.

The next moment, this stubborn conjecture was verified.

I saw Wulin immediately, a knight's body exploded with a circle of fiery red air, shattering the armor all over his body and scattered around. Then he sat on the horse's back and pinched the black air with one hand in the direction where the black air was surging.

The world of the palm of your hand is not enough to describe the domineering, spirit and charm of this pinch.

The extremely terrifying fiery red handprint appeared out of thin air, as if a second sun appeared in the sky, and it was extremely hot, and the baked void was twisted and air flowed around, and a wisp of flame flow scattered on the ground, instantly burning the bluestone to black, and then the hand made the same tight grip as the knight.

The next moment, the shrill ghost fog was squeezed out by the condensed fiery red hands, and the black fog evaporated rapidly like water vapor.

The beautiful young woman who waved her whip was broken, her face turned pale, she took a step back without a trace, her wonderful eyes were cold,

"Red Flag Order?"

Meng Wen was even more surprised and almost burst into tears. The joy and joy in his heart were speechless.

If Wang Tianlei just gave him a reassurance, then the appearance of this person will make him as stable as Mount Tai and no longer worry.

"Uncle San!"

The red like a stream of fire and blooming like a surging power of the rising sun, what is it that is not the Red Flag Order that is famous in the Meng family?

Meng Wen did not expect that his third uncle would be condescending to his noble character and pretend to be a little knight to protect him. This is really, really, and for a while, he could not describe the complexity in his heart.

"Haha, Wen'er, don't be afraid. Let's solve these ghosts and monsters today so that they can know that Nan'an is the territory of my Meng family, not a place where these evil ways can be wild."

The handsome middle-aged Taoist priest, who picked flowers and Taoist snorted coldly, looked at Meng Hongdao, who was as elegant as a scholar who was well-educated and knowledgeable in martial arts style, and took the initiative to invite the battle.

"The third son of the Meng family, I heard of your name in my early years.

Unfortunately, the second brother with the highest qualifications and the most promising potential died young, leaving only two seniors, you and your elder brother, to consolidate their family business and rarely take action. Unexpectedly, they also practiced such amazing martial arts.

OK, I will pick flowers. Today, I will learn the magical power of the Meng Family Red Flag Order with the Xuanjin Gang you have learned."

After saying that, the whisk in his hand was tied behind his waist. The long and soft palm was slapped in the air. A wave of golden air turned into half a month to sweep towards Meng Hongdao. Lululu directly tore the earth into two halves, splashing countless dust and debris. The condensation and thickness of its true energy was far beyond ordinary innate masters.

This is the domineering power of Xuan Chong Jingang. Taoist magical power has made unique achievements in practicing Qi. If this skill can truly practice Qi to become Jiao, the power of Jingang will be invincible. At this time, Taoist Zhaihua is still a long way from this realm.

To be honest, the so-called picking flowers and flying leaves, or playing whisks with hand is just a simple use of Xuan Chong Jin Gang, an innate master, and a famous master like him, whose martial arts are naturally powerful.

Meng Hongdao smiled passionately, this person could be able to fight. He slapped the black-scaled horse with his hand, jumped up in the air, and took a single claw, and the claws turned into scattered hundreds of red qi. He dispelled the invincible Xuandu Jin Gang, and did not cause any turbulence.

If the previous domineering pinch was power, then the claw was a skill, which could reveal that Meng Hongdao's martial arts strength was not ordinary, and it could not even be said that these were all his martial arts achievements.

Just as Meng Jizu married a daughter of the Kong family as his wife, Meng Hongdao's wife An Hui was also from Baitoushan. She was at least a sect in the holy land, and at least it was of great help to Meng Hongdao's martial arts practice.

At the right moment, several figures jumped out of the knights, meeting the remaining few people who had met the seven monsters of Minshan, and they were still unmatched.

Those unpretentious knights could not intervene in such a battle at all, so they could only guard against Meng Wen.

Wanting to escape at this time is tantamount to giving those enemies a chance and sticking to the point where they do not reveal flaws.

However, Meng Wen still felt uneasy. The boss of Minshan could not stop for a moment without showing up.

Suddenly, a hiding figure fell on the top of the carriage where Meng Wen was located, as if silent.

The beautiful prince's clothes were majestic in the golden crown, and his thick eyebrows were like a knife, exuding boundless and powerful aura. His eyes were swept in both directions, and he frowned slightly.

When Meng Wen saw this person, his heart finally came to an end and quickly bowed and said,

"The child has met his father."

Meng Jizu nodded, satisfied with his performance.

"You stay here and don't walk around, everything is in control, just wait for the result.

I'll go find the boss of the Seven Monsters of Minshan, be careful yourself."

As he said that, he jumped and crossed thirty feet in the air, nearly a hundred meters of flying distance, arrived in an instant.

A magma-like waterfall poured down a shop. Even though it was so far apart, it still made the people in the battle circle feel the temperature around it rise sharply, like a body stove, and even made them, the innate masters boil their qi and blood, dry mouth, and they were even more tired than walking in the desert for ten days and ten nights. This power is really domineering.

And in the shop, a ten-foot-like blue sword light rose, and it slashed from bottom to top towards the waterfall red flame without showing any weakness. An astonishing battle had begun.

Just because no one has paid attention to it, there is only a hidden place where Meng Jizu noticed it slightly.

An old beggar with a red nose wiped the cold sweat from his face, and his dirty palm stroked his treasure bag, muttering,

"My goodness, this Meng boy is amazing. It's not far from the perfect refining of the aura and the condensation of the spirit. Could it be that the Meng family wants to have another master?

It seems that the girl is not Meng Xiaozi's opponent. No, I have to go and have a look."
Chapter completed!