Rumble............!!!

With a loud bang, the whole person flew upside down, and the person tossed twice in the air, fell to the ground and supported the earth with a thick shield, and pulled out a trace half a meter long, and then knelt down to unload the force.

Zhang Yuan is also not very comfortable, Meng Yu is originally a first-class warrior, plus the mountain barbarians have been fighting in the mountains and forests since childhood, among which the Mengshan tribe is even more in the snow mountains to survive, not only need to hunt, but also need to deal with the harsh environment, the huge brute force exceeds the existence of the same level.

Coupled with the leap and the weight of the entire body, if it weren't for the impact brought by the snow lion's charge, even Zhang Yuan, who was constantly refining his body, would not be able to take advantage of it.

The snow lion paused for a moment, and then ran again, as if under the impact of that force, the snow lion looked very irritable, and his huge eyes stared at the loss not far away, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the other party.

"Uh-huh............!!"

Shanman pounced like raindrops, and wooden sticks beckoned to Zhang Yuan.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

Holding the tiger roaring wind gun with both hands, like an arm swing, the cold light was dotted, and the mountain barbarians who pounced on it either flew upside down or were pierced with wooden sticks, and the whole person fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Uh-huh......!!"

Meng Yu took the opportunity to catch his breath, he didn't dodge, but took a thick shield to meet him again, and the wooden stick in his hand was raised, ready to give Zhang Yuan a stick at any time.

It has to be said that the mountain barbarians lack steel-made weapons, but they are able to survive in such a dangerous place. They used local materials, wooden sticks or wooden spears or stone axes, but they were very good at what they used. There is no systematic martial arts, but the fighting skills cultivated from nature should not be underestimated, after all, the other party has been practicing hard for more than ten years. Even the worst things have been trained into a flower.

Among them, the strongest is undoubtedly the Mengshan tribe.

In the face of this move, Zhang Yuan did not dare to have half a point of contempt or slackness.

Hiss~~!

The snow lion let out a hiss, and suddenly stopped, but he didn't expect Zhang Yuan's riding skills to reach such a point, and under the impetus of inertia, he didn't brake at once. I was about to hit the snow lion in front of me.

Meng Yu has long been accustomed to the realm of life and death, and in the face of this scene, the thick shield in his hand is in front of him. The snow lion's front hooves stepped on the thick shield fiercely, and the force of ten thousand jun pressed it, and it rolled out of the body without giving Zhang Yuan a flaw to attack.

"Good!" Zhang Yuan not only didn't feel pity. Instead, he praised it.

50,000 mountains were born. Meng Yu had almost never fought against the cavalry, and Zhang Yuan also took advantage of the fact that the other party didn't know him, so he killed the other party so easily by surprise.

And Zhang Yuan himself didn't expect to force the opponent's offensive so easily, but easily gained the upper hand, otherwise, it was not only the iron hooves of the snow lion that he would face, but also Zhang Yuan's continuous offensive.

It can be said that this loss has fallen again. But because of this, it is not fatal.

"Come again!"

Meng Yu only felt a dull pain in all his internal organs, and a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Not only was he not afraid, but his fighting spirit became more and more high.

Bang............!!!

The whole person flew upside down again, but before Zhang Yuan could get closer, he stood up again.

Once, twice. The guards who came with Zhang Yuan had already changed three times, and the Peerless Rider still blocked the mountain barbarians from the formation. Meng Lost is like an unbeatable little strong, constantly being beaten away, and then quickly getting up and fighting again, the two of them hit from one end of the battlefield to the other, from a distance of no more than half a meter away from the Mushuang to the vicinity of the forest.

Everywhere he passed, the mountain barbarians who were engaged in everything were either killed by Zhang Yuan casually, or they were swept out of the city by the snow lion, or they were affected by the battle between the two, but for a time they were unscrupulous, unless they were lost and shot away, the mountain barbarians were unwilling to fight.

"Lost, you lost, no matter how many times you come, you will lose, admit defeat, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!" Zhang Yuan said in a deep voice. There are many generals in the Xihe Army, and there are many outstanding young generals, but compared to the expanding power of Xihe now, it is still too little.

"Kill me, and you'll win, or it's too soon!"

Compared with Zhang Yuan, who still has the same demeanor, he is scarred all over his body, and the wooden stick in his right hand has long been lost to where he has flown away, only the thick shield is held by him and has not been knocked out, but it is also broken, as if it will be broken at any time.

"Good!"

At this time, Zhang Yuan was already sweating, and the tenacity of the loss was beyond imagination, he could have fought with high intensity for several hours, but now in just half an hour, Zhang Yuan felt that his physical strength was about to bottom out.

'Let's do it quickly!' Zhang Yuan said secretly, and as soon as he pulled the snow lion, he greeted him.

Meng Chuan endured the severe pain in his body, and rushed forward with a slightly heavy stride, the shield in his hand held high, and he was very familiar with avoiding the middle of the snow lion charge.

"Stupid~!"

Zhang Yuan snorted lightly, without any reservations, all the strength was poured into the Tiger Roaring Wind Gun in his hand, and the two fought again, and the Tiger Roaring Wind Gun turned into a series of gun shadows, seemingly endless, and even more simplified. It seems that the elusive between fiction and reality, in fact, Zhang Yuan only fired one shot from beginning to end, but that shot was too fast, leaving a series of phantoms that could not be dispersed for a long time.

Only then did he realize that he had no way out, and the space around him seemed to be locked and possessed, and there was no way to escape.

Thinking that he understood his opponent, he was actually just scratching the surface, and chose to dodge the snow lion's onslaught, facing the elusive and difficult to dodge spear.

Burst!

The spear easily pierced the thick shield in Meng's hand, and under the acceleration of the snow lion, it pierced into Meng's chest, and Mengshi grabbed the barrel of the spear to the death, preventing the tip of the spear from continuing to go deeper, and the whole person seemed to be strung on the tiger roaring wind spear, and dragged a distance of several meters before tumbling down.

"Dead?"

Zhang Yuan was sure that the tiger roared and stabbed the other party, but he felt that there were bones blocking it, and then he grabbed the gun again, but Zhang Yuan, who was heavy with a heavy gun, was difficult to balance with one arm, and put it down after rushing three meters, and it was impossible to determine whether the other party was dead for a while.

"I'm not dead, ...... like this!"

Soon, Zhang Yuan watched the other party flee with some amazement, where was it still uncertain that the other party was only seriously injured and did not die, Zhang Yuan wanted to chase, but Shanman was not afraid of death to block his pace. (To be continued......)