Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

Zhan Changsheng and the old vulture were hiding in the bushes of the dense forest, five zhang away from the post road.The white dew season has passed, and the thick green leaves of the grass and trees have been slightly stained with frost, but they are still dense, so he carefully pushed aside the leaves in front of him and looked out.

The five riders approached in an instant, the sound of horseshoes was like a shower, and they reached the place where Zhan Changsheng had just stopped.The leader, dressed in embroidered clothes and a pitch-black cloak, pulled the reins and stopped on the original post road, and the four people in his entourage also stopped one by one.

Zhan Changsheng couldn't help but gasped, the people in front of him were Hu Yanfeng and his four guards.

Hu Yanfeng raised his cloak and stretched out his left arm, and a guard tied the animal skin between his arms.Then he bent his arms and whistled, Shaoqing saw Hai Dongqing with pure black hair and no trace of variegation flying from the top of the sky, landed on his arm, and stood firmly.

Hu Yanfeng glanced around, and said in a deep voice, "Those two left the post here."

An elderly guard got off his horse and walked slowly around the post road. He lowered his head to check the ground carefully, then pointed to the hiding place of Zhan Changsheng and the two, "General, the footprints are going this way."

Hu Yanfeng said: "Two people ride together, and they are ordinary horses in the market. They can't run far, so chase."

Zhan Changsheng's heart sank, and in a flash, he wanted to hide in the White Jade Pagoda, and leave when those people returned after searching in vain.

But the old eagle said tremblingly: "Grandfather, don't panic, let the old man... let me lead them away."

But Zhan Long suddenly sneered again, leaving the White Jade Pagoda and appearing in the forest.

Zhan Changsheng didn't know Zhan Long's intention, so he wanted to call him, the magic spear flew out of the jungle.

The guard who was looking for the way was the first to bear the brunt. Hearing the strong wind in the forest, he immediately shouted: "Who—" Before the words fell, the black shadow was under the cover of the sky, and there was a cracking sound, and the guard's body tensed and trembled, and then went limp. He fell to the ground, his head tilted to the back, without any vitality.

Zhanlong succeeded in one blow, without nostalgia, he threw away the guard's body and rushed towards Hu Yanfeng again.The ghostly figure is like lightning, and the murderous aura almost soars to the sky.

The remaining three guards had already sent out the signal when he appeared to kill, pulled out their spears and shouted: "Defend the general!"

Zhan Long once said that Hu Yanfeng can use martial arts to enter Taoism, and the four guards are also very skilled. If he hadn't caught him by surprise and caught him off guard, how could he have easily succeeded.

Now that one of the generals was lost, the remaining three remained calm. They shielded Hu Yanfeng behind them, pulled out their spears, and struck Zhanlong with three bolts of gray lightning.

Zhanlong didn't dodge or dodge, the sleeves of his black robe were billowing like dark clouds, he didn't know what to do, so he took the three throwing spears in his hand.

In an instant, there were three loud bangs, the stone slabs on the post road were blown apart and broken, the air waves lifted the soil and grass leaves on both sides, and the shrubs and branches fell like raindrops.

Zhan Changsheng almost cried out in alarm, and was about to rush out of the forest to rescue Zhan Long, but was grabbed by the old eagle, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, benefactor, that fairy teacher is fine."

When the smoke and dust cleared, Zhanlong's black hair fell down his shoulders, but the black shirt with wide and wide sleeves turned into a few pieces of rags and hung around his waist, exposing his iron-like upper body.The old wound on the abdomen was bleeding faintly, and the blood in the palm of the right hand was also dripping, dripping on the ground in clusters, eroding away the weeds remaining in the crevices of the stone.

Zhanlong's expression was still indifferent, he only sucked the blood on his finger, and said in a deep voice: "Where did the three-legged cat come from, and dare to make the supreme treasure of Taoism. The power of this demon-breaking seal is not enough, it's a shame. .”

Before he finished speaking, his figure rose again, and he rushed towards the four people and four horsemen.

Seeing that the Taoist talisman was also broken, the guards changed color just now, and they were about to meet the enemy with long swords in their hands, while saying: "You monster is so brave, you sneaked into the border of Yongchang, you want to die!"

Hu Yanfeng suddenly shouted: "Back off!"

When the words fell, he had pulled out a long sword with dazzling silver light from under the cloak, stepped on the horse's back, his figure suddenly rose up, and he volleyed down like a bird spreading its wings.The sea dongqing also soared into the sky, circling in mid-air, waiting for an opportunity to devour it.

The silver light of the sharp sword ran like a thunderbolt, and others almost couldn't catch up with the track, but Zhan Long smiled coldly, his five fingers were like eagle hooks, and wanted to grab his sword edge.

Unexpectedly, a silver light erupted from the sword edge, and it was also blessed by a spell. A wave of scorching silver heat swept around without a trace, and even Zhan Changsheng could feel the amazing heat in his hiding place. The branches and plants of the trees have burst into flames, beeping and burning.

Hu Yanfeng and all the guards should have protective magic weapons with them, so they will not be affected.

But Zhanlong's tattered clothes burned up, and his whole body was bathed in fire, like a Shura in hell.His complexion became even colder and colder, and he was forced to retreat by the flames of the sword when he grabbed it, so he had to retreat temporarily.After more than ten strokes in a row, Zhanlong's figure was as nimble as a puff of black smoke, and he drifted behind Hu Yanfeng, and he was about to chop down with his palm.

Seeing that their master was in danger, the three guards no longer cared about Hu Yanfeng's strict prohibition that he should not intervene when fighting with others. They drew their swords and rode their horses to kill them, but they still couldn't keep up with Zhanlong Zhangfeng's speed.

It was too late, but it was so fast, a black shadow struck down like lightning in the air, and it hit Zhanlong's wrist right after the strike. It was the Haidongqing that fell on Hu Yanfeng's arm before, and now Zhanlong backhanded it With one blow, he fell straight into the raging fire and was swallowed by the flames.

Seeing this, Hu Yanfeng stared wide-eyed, almost bleeding, and shouted sharply, "Xiao Zhao!"

A guard rushed into the fire to rescue Hai Dongqing. Hu Yanfeng had already torn off his cloak, and the silver long sword was split in two in his hands. The two swords rolled up an astonishing sword energy and attacked Zhanlong.

Zhanlong turned around, barely avoiding where his sword pointed, and let out a light snort, "This is actually the sword of the Three Emperors Swinging Bandits, with a mere mortal body, it can be divided into two handles, the Earth Emperor and the Human Emperor. Squeeze the essence, beware of losing your life."

Hu Yanfeng sneered, and shouted: "It's just to shorten your life!"

Both of his wrists vibrated together, clearly it was a light and slender sword, but he was walking in a wide-open and long-closing way, the sword energy was like a river bursting a dike, surging down.

Zhan Long also had a cold and serious expression, his whole body was filled with black golden light, resisting his sword energy, the sound was like a storm and snowstorm, and the horse neighed in the turbulent sound, he finally couldn't bear it and wanted to run away.

It's just that a hundred secrets were sparse, and a ray of silver light penetrated Zhanlong's spiritual power barrier and pierced into his leg.

At this time, the ground was shaking again, and the gravel was trembling. A cavalry team of 500 men rushed from the direction of Qiongying, with banners flying. It was Hu Yanfeng's elite, Qiongying Black Cavalry Battalion.

Zhanlong slapped his leg with his backhand, forcing the ray of silver light out of the wound, and instantly shattered it in mid-air. Hu Yanfeng kicked back a few steps, fell to the ground, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Already merged into one, re-sheathed.

This battle was a loss for both sides, but the cavalry attack cheered up Hu Yanfeng's subordinates. A guard obeyed Hu Yanfeng's order and hurriedly raised his voice: "The general has an order to kill this demon on the spot!"

Zhan Long sneered and said, "If you want to die, just go forward."

He suddenly yelled and said: "Changsheng, if you want to survive, leave quickly."

Before the voice was finished, a group of red lotuses suddenly bloomed from under their feet, and the petals opened layer by layer, and the layers were filled with bright red and dazzling fire, which almost melted the stones.The smell of blood was strong, and when Zhanlong stepped out of the lotus, his eyes were already dark.Seeing this, Hu Yanfeng's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted: "The whole army retreats!"

But it was too late, Zhan Longjing's naked body rushed into the cavalry group like a gust of swift and violent bursting wind, no one could see clearly.The man's fingers were as sharp as a blade, piercing through the iron armor easily, like piercing white paper, piercing straight into the chest of a cavalryman, and protruding from the back.

The cavalryman let out a miserable cry, his eyes stared blankly, and he died on the spot.When Zhan Long withdrew his hand, his entire arm was stained red with blood, and the cavalryman with a hole in his chest fell off his horse to the ground like a torn sack.

Zhanlong didn't wait for the corpse to hit the ground, he jumped up on his horseback with a point on his toes, and attacked the next cavalryman.The horse's back was broken, and it fell to the ground with a whimper.

Spears and sharp swords rained down like raindrops, but it was hard to stop the momentum. He casually grabbed another cavalryman's arm and pulled it forcefully, and threw it backwards. He hit the cavalryman directly and broke his breastbone. Fold, the same can not afford to fall to the ground.

The shrill and pitiful screams, which did not sound like human voices, came and went one after another.

In just a few breaths of time, Zhanlongtu raised and lowered the falcon, and killed more than ten people. The blood was like slurry, and it was splashed on the person in pieces. It looked like a ghost, like a monster.

Although those cavalry had experienced the flames of war, they had never seen such a violent murderer, and their faces turned pale for a while, and they were in chaos.The horses neighed and rioted, and the queue was scattered on the wasteland without any order.

Zhan Changsheng also noticed that there was something wrong with Zhan Long, so he wanted to push away the bushes, but was held back by the old eagle, "Gonggong, that fairy teacher has gone mad, and he is so mad that he will kill any living things until he dies." Fang Xiu. Benefactor must not put himself in danger."

Zhan Changsheng didn't care so much, he just said: "That's my senior brother."

Just one sentence is worth a thousand words.

He suddenly got hesitant, held Lao Diao's arm, and asked: "If you transform into the original body, may you give me a ride?"

The old man showed embarrassment and said: "If, if there are spirit stones to supplement the spirit power..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, seeing Zhan Changsheng holding ten middle-grade spirit stones and asked: "These are enough, if not enough..."

The old man hurriedly said, "Enough is enough."

Zhan Changsheng hurriedly explained the strategy with him, and the old vulture took a mid-grade spirit stone in his hand, his figure was hazy, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a giant vulture as tall as a man, with a shapeless body and a fur of the same color. Withered, even the silver feet and beak are as dull as gray stone.

The old eagle threw the remaining spirit stone in Zhan Changsheng's hand into the air, swallowed it like a bean, and then bowed his head.

Zhan Changsheng jumped on its back, and the silver-footed golden-feathered eagle flapped its wings, staggered and flew out of the jungle, rushing towards the melee.

The two agreed on a plan, but within a few moments, the forest was still in chaos, and the corpses were piled up everywhere. Hu Yanfeng got on his horse and chased after Zhanlong. His voice was bleeding and hoarse, and he ordered all the riders to fight.

The faces of those cavalrymen were pale, but none of them backed down. After calming down from the panic, they each used their spears, halberds and swords, and rode their horses to gallop back and forth, trying to surround Zhanlong.

But Zhan Long stood in the center of the encirclement, picking up the corpse of a cavalryman on the broken spear in his hand, the blood was dripping down from the wound, staining his palm along the gun.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a growl, half-shot his spear, the corpse flew out of the spear point, and hit a horse's head.

There was a strong smell of blood and burnt flesh in the wind, just like the smell of the demon army slaughtering the village that day.Zhan Changsheng's spiritual consciousness was clear and bright, and he lowered his body close to the golden feather carving's back, pulled out the wooden hairpin from the top of his head, held it firmly in the palm of his hand, and injected all the spiritual power into his palm.

In an instant, an evil thought surged with anger, almost wanting to swallow Zhan Changsheng.Zhan Changsheng only felt a huge bloody ghost head standing in front of his eyes, his eyes were hollow and spit fire, his blood teeth were ferocious, and he was about to devour a person and a vulture.

Zhan Changsheng gritted his teeth and resisted, calling out: "Zhan Long, come back!"

The ghost's head stood upright, and it was so huge that it filled the universe. As if mocking him, it stretched out its bloody tongue to suck him into its mouth.

Zhan Changsheng resolutely shouted: "Brother, come back!" His voice was clear, and his strong concern was undisguised.

At that time, Zhan Long was flying up, pointing the spear in his hand at Hu Yanfeng, and when he was about to throw his hand, suddenly a burst of flames exploded from his body, and another strong wind suddenly swept in, blowing all the iron-blooded soldiers tottering. No one saw that ferocious man suddenly turned into a wooden stick and fell from mid-air.

Zhan Changsheng hooked Jin Yudiao's neck with his legs, leaned down, and finally took the long stick in his hand, and immediately shouted: "Let's go!"

The Golden Feather Eagle flapped its two thin wings vigorously, flying over the heads of the cavalry.Clumsy and heavy, it makes people anxious.

Zhan Changsheng tightly grasped the long stick, then took out the White Jade Pagoda, and squeezed out the remaining spiritual power with all his strength. In the past, he only complained that Zhan Longdu had given him too much, but now he only complained about not enough.

Hu Yanfeng narrowly escaped death, but he was not moved at all. He just looked up at the old eagle and the figure on his back that were less than three feet away from the ground, as if he was about to fall to the ground every now and then, and ordered: "Shoot the arrow."

Feather arrows fell like a gust of rain, and they were about to stab the man's vest. In an instant, one person and one eagle disappeared in mid-air.Feathered arrows pierced through the virtual image and fell to the ground one after another.