When the two appeared several miles outside Gangneung, the ghost palace monk in charge of the city finally found the two.

For a moment, the whole city was like an enemy.

In the face of this seemingly ridiculous and funny two people attacking the city, the Wei Jun general, who is responsible for guarding the city, knew that the city gate was destined to be difficult to stop the footsteps of the two people, while letting people send a letter to the king in the city, he ordered to open the city gate, so that the city had been rectified and the five thousand elites rode out of the city to fight, and the horseshoes were like a thunderstorm.

Xu Beiyou and Zhao Qing are still moving forward unhurriedly, blocking the only way to the riding army.

At the same time, before the arrival of the cavalry, the thunderbed bow on the head of the city had fired a huge arrow that had broken through the sky, and the power was not inferior to the full force of the earthly monk, and the first five thousand essences rode a step, and shot away against the two great enemies.

In Zhao Qing's vision, more than ten black spots came in an instant, and he smiled and said, "The wisdom of picking up the sky is not enough."

He took a step forward, blocking the front of Xu's northern tour, continuous punching, its action is faster than the shot to the arrow, so that there are countless overlapping shadows, people are dizzying, unable to distinguish who is real and who is false.

The first arrow collided with Zhao Qing's fist, and the momentum of the rainbow arrow was like a pebbles, instantly crumbling and turning into powder.The second arrow was interrupted by Zhao Qing's elbow side, and directly refracted the arrow as thick as a spear into two sections.The third arrow was moved out by Zhao Qing with his shoulder.The fourth arrow hit Zhao Qing's forehead, Zhao Qing did not move, but the arrow suddenly hovered, and then broke.Next is the fifth and sixth...

Finally, Zhao Qing stretched out his arms, five fingers like a hook, two arrows passed by him, claiming to be able to kill the fairy monk's arrow carrying a huge inertia, and the old Wufu's hand fierce friction, not only issued a long and sharp harsh sound, but also burst out of the golden stone impact will produce electric sparks, but Zhao Qing from the beginning to the end did not move half a step, not moving.

Along with the whistling sound, the bow arrows roared towards the city head with a more terrifying trend, not only completely destroyed the two thunder beds, but after the aftershocks of the momentum spread, dozens of crossbowmen were cut off by the fugitive on the spot, which was terrible.

Just in Zhao Qing's "resting" empty, finally there are a few fish that leak the net can cross the mountain of Zhao Qing and push to travel north.

Xu Beiyou is still a hand-armed sword, but the body is full of swords, such as someone holding the sword before the chopping, spirituality is incomparable, a straight-faced arrow from the arrow bracelet to the archer's tail is divided into two, and then close to his shoulders and shoulders to fly in vain behind him, falling on the ground not far away, a left and right, like a couple flying in the middle of the disaster.

Next is the second round of thunder talisman ejection, accompanied by a suffocating sharp sound, and more than a dozen black points on the top of the city, and it seems to be a black cloud pressing city.

Xu Beiyou slightly sideways, it seems to be listening to the wind and whistling, and then the right index finger of the sword gently knocks on the head of the sword, and the fierce bow arrow suddenly sluggish in the middle of the sky.

The North is pointing again.

The arrows suddenly hovered in the air suddenly burst out, and then fell straight to the earth, as if a bird was only frightened.

The expressionless Xu Beiyou looked up, after the two-wheeled crossbow was launched, the five thousand-grassed ride was already close at hand, and the reason why he took the initiative to take the second round of arrow rain was precisely because Zhao Qing had faced the five thousand riders with the sound of this hoof.

At this time, the two sides were not more than a hundred steps away, and Wei Jun had been able to clearly see the master of the high-end martial arts, and he could see that the young man who was slightly behind him was the sword-sword-sword-in-law who had made the big road a big door fear like a tiger.

At the end of the day, the young white-headed sword fairy never produced half of the sword.

They want to threaten the great sword fairy, first across the mountain of Zhao Qing.

When it comes to the sand-riding army and the monks of the world, the most afraid is not the people in the door, because they are fragile, and in the torrent of iron riding, the opportunity to protect the gas is quickly consumed.Nor are they in the Buddha Gate, although they are extremely strong in physique, but the killing is not strong, and it is easy to fall into the situation of being surrounded by heavy siege.Not even sword repair, because although the killing power of sword repair is strong, it is the same as the door, and the body is also its weakness, at most, it is the formation of a situation of two losses.

What really makes the sand field riding army feel tricky is that the physique is second only to the sword repair of the Zhaowufu, to be fair, the martial arts treatment of this cavalry, does not rely on the body gas machine, just rely on the body can kill it, its physique is strong, and second only to the turtle shell of the Buddha monk, not afraid of cavalry, on both sides of the premise of death, unless it is a heavy cavalry.

At the time of today, Xiao Yuan's baby is still young, Xiao Xuan has died, and he is the first person in martial arts, not Zhao Qing.

So at this moment, these cavalry almost everyone is looking at death as a death, life and death.

In addition to the identity of the martial arts master, he was also the commander-in-chief of the Grand Zheng Dynasty, the head of the northern army and political power, the fighting on the sand field was much more, there was no half-hesitation, facing the galloping of the five thousand cavalry, striding forward, footsteps like the sound of drums, ringing between heaven and earth.

Zhao Qing is unarmed, only with a pair of fists, single chirping!

I saw Zhao Qing, who was ready to go, and in an instant, across the distance of a hundred steps, a fist hit the horse's head, directly hit the strong horse in front of the hooves, and the horse's back horse swung to the ground.Zhao Qing hit his shoulder, hit the second rider with a ferocious attitude of plastered the mountain, and directly hit the rider and a column of cavalry behind him.He was a cross of his arms, and the two horses that had passed him were stopped by, and then his hands pierced into his body, and even the horse was raised high, and then suddenly threw it out, smashing the formation of the army around him.

There is no magic, there is no mystery, not even the use of the slightest air machine, Zhao Qing is with his own strong horizontal body, standing in the torrent of iron riding, in the seemingly understated hand between, nearly a hundred cavalry people turn up, really destroyed the trend of decay.

This strange and elusive old man is regarded by the end of the northern moon as the most likely to step foot in the 18th floor of the earth fairy, and he is still the most powerful martial, as long as he set foot in the 18th floor of the earth fairy, almost the first person among the gods.

Even if Zhao Qing has not yet taken that step at this time, his punch has reached a point of almost natural, and every time he seems to be careless or free to do his free will, he will fly to death, and then he will attack and kill himself, and then he will touch and destroy the entire cavalry formation.

Move the whole body.

However, the time of half-pillar incense, the 5,000 cavalry, which was still in a strict shape, was already fragmented and vulnerable.

The half-blooded Zhao Qing walked forward, as if he were idle.

The city of the river is in front of you.