Chapter 101

"I haven't seen it, get out of here!" yelled Huerle.

The boy blinked, didn't speak, but he didn't get angry.

"Hey, hey. Cheng Dalei ran back in circles, panting and said, "I am the picturesque and dashing beautiful boy you are looking for." ”

The young man glanced at Cheng Dalei, pursed his lips and smiled, giving Cheng Dalei an encouraging look.

Your sister!

This kind of look that knows that the other party is a stupid fork, but tries not to debunk it, and expresses encouragement, is it trying to prove your cultivation, or to express my stupidity!

While the young man looked at Cheng Dalei, Cheng Dalei also looked at the other party. I saw that the young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure, a powdered face, and a white-washed linen robe. With a smile on his eyebrows, the sun was tight, and it seemed that the cold snow in all directions was also melting under his sunny smile.

"Could it be that you are the beautiful boy with picturesque eyebrows and a dashing demeanor?" asked Cheng Dalei tentatively.

The boy laughed, laughed without saying a word.

"Zhao Yun?"

The boy laughed, this time shaking his head.

"And who are you?"

"My name is unremarkable, and you may not have heard of it. The young man smiled humbly and said very often: "I am Changshan Zhao Zilong." ”

Hiss!

Cheng Dalei gasped, it was really mediocre!

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and Xu Shenji and his party rushed to the horse. Several people shouted in unison: "Don't panic, the big boss, we're here to save you!"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand over there, and he was about to walk over.

"Boy, die. ”

Huerle was on his horse and slashed at him with an axe.

"Sorry, you're in the way. ”

The boy raised his eyebrows, staring at the rushing axe, and he stumbled to avoid it, grabbing his hand into the snow on the bridge.

The snow powder rippled, as if the glass world had been smashed and sprinkled with jade, and a bright silver spear was grabbed out of the snow. The body of the gun flicked, like a snow python wrapped in thunder.

The horse dismantles the battle triad, regardless of victory or defeat.

"Zilong, get on the horse!"

Cheng Dalei got off the horse and slapped the horse's buttocks.

The boy stepped on his horse, his feet in the saddle, and his spear was like a dragon.

Cheng Dalei breathed a long sigh of relief and shouted: "Zilong, kill someone!"

The boy ignored him.

Liu Bei shouted: "Zilong, kill someone!"

The young star's eyes were cold, with this sentence, he seemed to have changed a person. The gun was in the palm of his hand, and he made a spiral, holding the reins of the horse with one hand and piercing the throat of Huerle with the other.

"I have taken your head. ”

Hey!

If Cheng Dalei is not the picturesque and dashing beautiful son, Cheng Dalei is not unconvinced...... Anyway, it's not much worse. But if Liu Bei is ...... Look at his bitter expression, how blind he must be.

Hiss!

Cheng Dalei gasped, and his back molars hurt a little.

The wheels of the battle between the two were similar, and they fought in a circle, the snow powder was scattered, and the jade was broken.

At this moment, Qin Man and Lin Shaoyu had already joined the battle group, fought with Chihu, Yede and others, and in a short time, they recaptured their weapons.

The spear is swept and the plum blossoms are blooming.

Qin Man's belly was full of fire, and he only spread it out at this moment, and in the encirclement of more than ten horsemen, he did not fall behind. Under Lin Shaoyu's joint efforts, he smashed an individual off the horse.

But the most exciting battle was between the boy and Huerle, who gradually showed defeat. He didn't expect that this young boy would have such good marksmanship, and his riding skills were by no means below him.

Name: Zhao Zilong (fledgling top martial artist)

Age: 15

Skill: Hundred birds towards the phoenix spear

Hidden attribute: Gentian

Gee!

Cheng Dalei praised again and again, he is only fifteen years old, and he is already a top talent, which will be paid back in a few years.

In this way, the winner is divided.

Zhao Zilong controlled the horse with his legs, grabbed the handle of the gun with one hand, and grabbed the barrel of the gun with the other. Although it was only one shot, if thousands of guns bloomed at the same time, thousands of guns merged into one shot, and lightning and thunder pierced past.

Khurla's right shoulder was pierced and he fell off his horse.

But he was still strong, and he took the axe in his left hand and swung it in circles.

Cheng Dalei gasped at the moment and recovered some strength. He drew his sword, looked into the gap, and stabbed Hurle in the calf.

Huerle sat on the ground, staring at Cheng Dalei, enduring severe pain and swinging an axe to smash over.

"Dog thief, die!"

Cheng Dalei kicked him into the snow, blood soaked the snow on the wetland, he snorted and panted, and clenched the axe in his hand.

Cheng Dalei pierced his wrist, and after pulling it out, a bloody hole appeared on his forearm.

"Dog Thief ......"

A sword pierced through the lobes of his lungs.

"Dog ......" looked at the bright tip of the sword above his head, and swallowed the rest of the words into his mouth.

"Hey, do you believe in justice?" asked Cheng Dalei.

Hey, what the hell is this!

"Do you believe in justice?" Cheng Dalei asked again.

Huerle opened his mouth wide and gasped, and blood foamed out of his mouth.

"Have you been in the city for so long and haven't heard a legend?" Cheng Dalei held the sword in both hands, and his face seemed to have a holy luster.

"Blessed are the faithful, the most violent evil in the world should be understood by the most violent good, and when the day of righteous judgment comes, let the dead die, let the living live, and there will be no hiding place for all evils."

"So ......"

Cheng Dalei paused slightly: "Do you believe in justice?"

Huerle gritted his teeth, tried to recover his breath, and suddenly grabbed the axe and swung it at Cheng Dalei.

Cheng Dalei cut off his right hand with a sword.

The battle between Qin Man and Lin Shaoyu was almost decided, and after Zhao Zilong joined the battle, the situation became even more obvious. One by one, someone was picked off the horse, Qin Man shot extremely hard, and the people under him were seriously injured if they didn't die.

Seeing that the situation on Huerle's side was dangerous, Chihu and the others had no life to charge, but they couldn't break through the iron wall erected by Qin Man and the others.

"The Little Prince!"

"The Little Prince!"

Chihu and the others were desperate and shouted for their lives.

Cheng Dalei turned a deaf ear, and pointed the sword at Huerle's eyes, Huerle's eyes were still full of anger, and he couldn't wait to swallow Cheng Dalei's flesh alive.

"Look at this day......" Cheng Dalei pointed at the sky with his sword and sighed longly: "How high this day is." ”

"Look at this ......" Cheng Dalei pointed at the ground with his sword: "How white the snow on this ground is." ”

"Look at this axe again......" Cheng Dalei returned the sword to the sheath and grabbed the axe on the ground.

Hurl could no longer speak, but could only say in a very weak voice: "Axe, my axe...... My Storm Tomahawk ......"

Cheng Dalei held the handle of the axe with both hands, and the blood flowed down the blade of the axe to the ground and fell into the snow.

"It's my axe!"

Cheng Dalei shouted this line loudly, and the axe swung down fiercely, cutting off his head without him even looking at Huer.

Blood spurted out of the cavity, falling on both the snow-capped mountain and Cheng Dalei's clothes.

The sky is high, the snow is white, and the axe is mine.

These are truths that should not be questioned.