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Mo Rigen was shocked. Montaigne actually chose to go far away instead of near. Was he the first one to take him down?

He had no time to think. He could only hurriedly sidestep to avoid the half-moon sword. However, Montaigne had already arrived. He raised his big Guandao high and chopped it down from a distance of five meters.

This sword was like a giant blade falling from the sky, coming with a whistling wind.

As everyone exclaimed, Morigen's hair stood on end. He could no longer dodge. He could only grit his teeth and raise his copper bow to try to withstand the sword.

However, with this sword, Montaigne burst out with real power, at least the power of a peak martial saint.

The sword of Kuang Ba chopped down, and the copper bow as thick as his wrist broke with a sound. Even the head of Morigen's warhorse was split by the sword.

Morigen was hit head-on by the sword, and the whole person flew backwards. Fortunately, he was not stupid. He had already realized something was wrong when the sword burst out. Rather than resisting, the brass bow was trying to use the force to retreat, and even abandoned his warhorse.

It was because of this that he was lucky enough to save his life, but a wound more than a foot long appeared on his left chest, blood splattered, and Morigen fell to the dust with a scream.

With one blow, Morigen was defeated.

At this moment, Montaigne was like a black demon. His warhorse stood up, turned around, and rushed towards Dulun who had just woken up. He chopped off three consecutive arrows with one sword. Montaigne came to Dulun in an instant, slapped the sword horizontally, and with one blow, Dulun and his horse were knocked away. Dulun also screamed, and after falling to the ground, he couldn't get up.

Hulege was really shocked. He never expected that a Chinese would be so brave and defeated two great archers in a flash.

The next moment, seeing Montaigne rushing at him, he actually felt fear in his heart and flew backwards involuntarily.

The speed of the warhorse certainly could not catch up with the speed of the Martial Saint, but Montaigne abandoned the warhorse and flew into the air, his cloak flying in the air like a dark cloud covering the sky, and the big knife in his hand was like a thunderbolt in the dark cloud, slashing in the air.

Fierce and domineering, Hulege directly felt an irresistible feeling.

Subconsciously, he shouted, and the desire to survive made him burst out with unprecedented speed, almost teleporting and retreating thirty feet, barely avoiding the sword that opened the sky.

But the whole earth was cut by this sword into a crack of twenty feet.

Hulege was still in shock, and before he could see the other party clearly from the dust, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming, and he was swept back and flew back, and he was immediately scared and screamed loudly.

The next moment, he saw Montaigne's indifferent and deep eyes from the dust, and before he could react, he was strangled by the throat.

A terrifying feeling of suffocation came, and Hulege subconsciously strangled Meng Tian's forearm with both swords.

However, he was blocked by the armor on Meng Tian's arm and did not hurt the opponent at all. However, as the opponent added strength with one hand, the huge feeling of suffocation made his eyes black and his whole body lost strength.

Then, he felt that the world was spinning, and then his head buzzed and lost consciousness.

The whole place was silent, and the onlookers were all stunned and speechless. In an instant, the Chinese warrior broke three with one, and in just a few breaths, he killed the three martial saints. The last one was pinched by the neck and swung around and knocked unconscious on the ground.

This general in black and black armor was too domineering, but his eyes were so calm, and he had turned around to stare at the other two. His calmness and good fighting skills moved everyone.

What a calm and brave general, Meng Tian!

The four kings were also extremely shocked. They knew that Jiang Fan's people would be strong, but they didn't expect them to be so strong. Is there going to be a big change in this single battle?

Morigen and the other three were hastily rescued, while Montaigne had already mounted his warhorse again, standing in a triangle with Bater and Qi Sha who had just separated, and resumed the confrontation.

Everyone was silent for a moment, what had just happened was too shocking.

"This is... Dafengdao!" Someone in the crowd suddenly roared in a low voice. Obviously, this was an expert who knew the goods, or perhaps a strong man who had fought against the Meng family.

"He is the descendant of Meng Ao!" Someone else said.

For a moment, countless eyes were cast on Montaigne. Even though he was an enemy, Montaigne's performance still won the admiration of the barbarians who admired bravery.

"Is he Montaigne, the undefeated descendant of the Meng family?"

"We have not won the Meng family head-on at the border."

"This man is very powerful, I admire him. In the future battlefield, I will kill him with my own hands!"

"The terrible Meng family will be a great threat to us!"

There are many voices.

Hunxie King's face was full of surprise and gloom: "Feng Chen... Have you thought about it?"

The tall knight was also slightly moved, but then he didn't care.

"Jiang Fan is cunning, and it's not surprising that his men are hiding their abilities. My people have analyzed before the battle that this man probably has the strength of a high-level martial saint."

"He is a peak martial saint, stronger than the ordinary peak, and it seems that he has already stepped half a foot into the realm of the great saint." Hunxie King's eyes are very sharp.

Feng Chen sneered: "So what, my man is a genuine great saint."

Hunxie King's expression moved: "Your man is less than 30 years old, and his cultivation is so amazing?"

Feng Chen said proudly: "My Feng family has a lot of natural treasures, and this man's aptitude is very amazing. He has already broken into the great saint realm at the age of 28."

Hunxie King shook his head: "No, no, Feng Chen... Your man is not a normal great saint... There is something strange..."

Feng Chen glanced at him: "The great saint is the great saint, you just watch."

Hunxie King's triangular eyes glowed, as if thinking about something.

Bateer stared at Montaigne with a gleam in his eyes. Montaigne, this Chinese warrior is actually hiding his abilities! He has the strength of a peak martial saint!

Bateer immediately put away his contempt and stared at his opponent with his mace in hand.

Qi Sha exclaimed: "Montaigne... As expected, you are a peak martial saint, and you are hiding your abilities very well. However, you will stop here."

As he spoke, the six flying swords returned to their positions and combined with the seventh sword in his hand to form a five-foot giant blade.

Although there were only three people left, the atmosphere on the battlefield was more depressing than before.

Knowing the strength of the opponent, the three of them showed their strongest state.

Bateer was powerful, and a black giant wolf appeared behind him, roaring to the sky. He really had the capital to be proud, and he had already condensed his true essence at a young age.

Montaigne's cloak fluttered, and there were strong winds sweeping around him. It seemed that there was a tornado that went through the sky and the earth. This is the unique skill of the Meng family of the Great Qin Dynasty, and it is also the special sword skill of the Qin army's battle formation - the big wind sword.

Qi Sha was full of strange evil spirit, and dark green clouds were rolling behind him, and the roar and howl of evil spirits could be heard faintly.

"This person is not right..." Jiang Fan stared at Qi Sha, his pupils contracted.

He felt the familiar breath, stared at the strange combination sword in his hand, and Jiang Fan thought of a person again - the seventh elder of Taihua, Qi Sha!

Yes, this breath is very similar! The weapons in his hands are exactly the same!