After the beastification, it's better to be a dead enemy

Feng Zhao may not have much confidence in fighting spirit rings and fighting spirit skills, but he is a real expert when it comes to cold weapons.

As for the grab method, it is nothing more than using the right and left hands, holding the yin and yang, turning up and down, and using them flexibly.

But the word "flexible" was actually beaten out by Feng Zhao by a bad old man.

Intercept, stop the blade from others, and then a flower grab, shake off the weapon in the opponent's hand, and then seize the opportunity to rush in!

The tip pierces the enemy's throat, and with a little blood, another enemy falls down.

Feng Zhao held a long gun all the way, blocked and killed people, and swept all the way. When he finally entered the enemy's barracks, he saw a black horse, oh no, Song Zhiran stepped on the man in Tsing Yi, but the horse's head looked another person.

It was a young man in a blue brocade robe, but he had a pair of deep and vicissitude eyes. He seemed to be aware of Feng Zhao's gaze. He glanced over lightly, then looked away again, and continued to confront Song Zhiran.

being ignored?

Feng Zhao was a little upset, but he had to admit that he might not be able to beat the opponent. After all, he looked at the pagoda in the opponent's hand, and he always felt so familiar.

Hmm, like some kind of spiritual weapon...

"Fuck, King of Tota!" Lu Ze didn't know when he followed, and he just made a complaint, and then carefully whispered to Feng Zhao, "I actually think that the shape of the tower in this guy's hand is more like The training tower."

Cultivation Tower?

Cultivation Tower!

Feng Zhao's eyes lit up, and suddenly he felt that the key to passing the level this time should be the training tower in the opponent's hand?

However, is Ta Ling too narcissistic, or too narcissistic, and even made a miniature version of himself as a prop for the test!

Feng Zhao complained in his heart, but didn't reveal anything on his face. After measuring the fighting strength of each other, he was about to hold up his long spear and shout "Chong", when he saw a black light burst out from the eyes of the Tota youth, and then the little one in his hand The tower suddenly turned rapidly.

In an instant, streams of black air gushed out, and at the same time, a strange smell also spread.

Feng Zhao sniffed subconsciously, trying to figure out what the smell was, when suddenly a strong force hit him, and when he turned his head, he saw the big black horse, oh no, it was Song Zhiran who lifted his leg and kicked over. .

It was too late to say it, but Feng Zhao reflexively covered his face, then his neck hurt, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about firewood if you leave the green hills! You——go—" the guard wailed, picked up the dagger and was about to stab the horse, but he didn't want the horse to kick it with its hind legs, and kicked the guard down , and then the person stood up, and was about to overturn the person on top of him.

Feng Zhao had just regained consciousness, subconsciously let go of the rein, and while lying down, he tried his best to hold the big head of the black horse.

"Fuck, what the hell is the start of death!" Feng Zhao cursed angrily, looking at the big black horse under him who was about to throw him off, his eyes turned red, and he opened his mouth and bit down.

And this bite, Feng Zhao suddenly felt something was wrong.

The mane on the black horse's neck is long and dense. It stands to reason that it can't bite any meat at all. Even if it bites, it must be the hair of the mouth, but...

How should I put it, this taste...

Feng Zhao subconsciously let go of his mouth, and licked it again. The slightly cool but absolutely hairless touch, as well as the sudden trembling of the horse's body, and the stiff and twisted head of the horse...

Feng Zhao met a pair of familiar extremely black eyes, those eyes that were always speculative, at this moment there was a big word boiling——

kill!

Feng Zhao was horrified, but the hand holding the horse's neck was tight instead of loose, and even the two long legs that were only on the horse's back were entangled immediately, for fear that they would be thrown off in the next second, and then trampled to death up.

Therefore, you can't go down if you go down, even if you kill yourself!

"Your Majesty...you...huh?" A somewhat familiar voice sounded, and the guard who had been kicked away trotted over, but confusion flashed in front of his eyes, seeing Feng Zhao entangled on the horse's back with a look of "greed for life and fear of death" Looking at the appearance on the table, carefully probe, "Hello, did you break into the tower?"

Feng Zhao kept the entwined posture and responded with his gaze.

"I'm Lu Ze, are you?"

Feng Zhao frowned, feeling that Lu Ze's name was very familiar, but when he wanted to say when he had heard it, he didn't.

Lu Ze didn't get a response. He looked at more and more friendly soldiers around him who fell to the ground, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He stepped forward and wanted to say something, but unexpectedly, the big black horse, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up, and then Just rushed into the enemy circle - Lu Ze: "???"

Feng Zhao: "!!!"

Feng Zhao was lying on the horse's back, or more accurately, his whole body was wrapped around Song Zhiran's back, like a dodder in the plant world, shamelessly "parasitic".

However, "parasitic" has risks, especially in places like the battlefield, especially when Song Zhiran deliberately let his back be exposed to the enemy's spears several times——

Feng Zhao finally had no choice but to seize the opportunity when a guy who looked like a tall man who looked like an enemy general repeatedly limped his eyes and wanted to attack him. First, he caught the opponent's long spear and prevented the opponent's ultimate move, and then took advantage of the opponent's stunned effort, slapped the horse's back with one hand, and the person leaped up, stepped on the long spear, and kicked the opponent away.

This set of movements is complicated and time-consuming, but in fact it only takes a short ten breaths. After Song Zhiran solved the surrounding siege, he turned his head and saw Feng Zhao sitting on a maroon horse with a cold expression. Of course, he was holding a handful of long red guns in his hand, and when he took them in and gave them away, several lives would be lost.

Song Zhiran was suddenly a little stunned.

"puff!"

Feng Zhao's leader grabbed a little bit, poked an enemy soldier who wanted to sneak attack and sent Zhiran, and frowned, "What are you thinking? Be careful!"

Song Zhiran's body froze, and he raised his hoof and kicked a cavalryman who was rushing forward, both man and horse.

Feng Zhao: "!"

Feng Zhao patted the horse under Kua, and moved a little distance away from Song Zhiran without any trace, so as not to be accidentally injured, but the long gun in his hand once again aggressively turned over a few guys who were about to shoot sniper arrows.

"Stop—" A sudden yell came from a distance, but a man in Tsing Yi came floating in the air, with a whisk in his hand like a long whip, and slammed towards Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao raised his brows, but Chang Qiang took advantage of the trend and then pulled hard——

didn't move...

Not only did it not move, but the whisk suddenly grew longer and spread along the spear in Feng Zhao's hand.

Hey!

WTF?

Feng Zhao never imagined that an unscientific thing would appear on a good ancient battlefield, in the era of cold weapons. He shook his hand, and after confirming that he couldn't shake the whisk, he simply slapped the gun and sent it out forcefully——

Seeing this, the man in Tsing Yi swung his long gun away with a flying whisk, and then held up the compass in his other hand, as if he was about to throw it at Feng Zhao.

He wanted to set an example for the unscientific Fuchen, and Feng Zhao didn't think that the compass was really used to hit himself. He bent down, and then quickly flipped over on the horse's back, avoiding a ray fired by the compass. golden light...

And at this moment, Song Zhiran, who had identified the right opportunity, had already risen with his sword and leaped to kill the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi was concentrating on manipulating the compass, and was focused on dealing with Feng Zhao. He never expected that there was a sneak attack on his back, and he was still a horse. So just when Feng Zhao and Song Zhiran felt that they were going to fight and beheaded here, suddenly a figure appeared, At the same time, the opponent threw his hand away, and threw an unknown object with a "ding", blocking Song Zhiran's killing move.

At this time, the man in Tsing Yi also realized that something was wrong, killing intent burst out in his eyes, and he said quickly, countless golden threads jumped out of the compass, and he was about to capture Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao only had time to curse inwardly, his wrist was already entangled with a golden thread, and he was about to suffer, but another sword was cut down in an instant, and at the same time as the golden thread was cut, Feng Zhao's body was suddenly caught. Dazed, then overjoyed, he hurriedly hugged the horse's back... er, no, human back, and escaped from the encirclement of the golden thread.

However, at this time, the guy who suddenly appeared and rescued the man in Tsing Yi spoke again: "Wait a minute!"

The "slow" was not only addressed to Feng Zhao and the others, but also to the people in Tsing Yi who were about to go crazy.

Feng Zhao didn't want to be slow in his heart, but Song Zhiran stopped, so he could only turn his head to look at that person. After looking at that person, he realized that the guy named Lu Ze was actually held by the other party at some point.

in the tent.

Feng Zhao squinted at Lu Ze, who shrank his head, and said to Ye, the first person who claimed to be surnamed Ye, "Now can you put forward your conditions? Let's talk about it first, don't be a lion, everyone will come to the cultivation tower to practice at the same time." Healer, you should also know what it is for, if you want to use this in exchange for some huge benefits, ha ha."

The last two "hehe" are full of sarcasm and impatience.

The man in Tsing Yi was upset: "Boy, you are crazy!"

"Crazy? No, I'm just telling the truth. After all, our time is precious, so there's no need to waste it." Feng Zhao sneered, and looked at a pair of clothes that didn't match his age and appearance. Looking at someone Ye with deep and vicissitudes of life, he urged, "Have you thought about the conditions? If you don't think about it, then we won't accompany you!"

"Wait a moment." Someone Ye said, his tone was kind, even showing a bit of intimacy, "Little brother, but the surname is Lu, and the single name is Ze?"

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, Lu Ze on the side said cowardly, "What do you want to do? Although our second young master is from the Lu family, he is poor and exiled to Dongling The poor of the state."

Feng Zhao: "..."

Feng Zhao glanced at Lu Ze with a deep meaning.

Lu Ze made fun of him: "Second Young Master, I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell them in advance, don't ask for too high a price, otherwise we would rather die than give money."

Feng Zhao didn't speak, but just raised his hand and patted Lu Ze's shoulder. Because the force was too strong, Lu Ze grinned his teeth in pain.