Feng Wuhen stood tall and stood tall, with a cold expression, no joy or sorrow. He was tall and strong, as if he was standing on the mountain, unshakable.

Zhao Tongpeng let out a loud roar, urging the horse to come in lightning. His face was firm and cold, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes, and a resolute aura emanated from his body. With a brush, the sword was unsheathed and shining with dazzling light. Under the sunlight, it was like a golden lightning.

The horse is fast, the knife is fast, and it comes in a blink of an eye.

The knife slashed down like lightning.

This sword is purely speed and power, without any change, and he wins with clumsiness.

Zhao Tongpeng was on the horse, and the strong horse ran at lightning, so the direction and angle of the knife fell also changed, so the clumsy turned into cleverness.

Cruelness and cleverness cannot coexist, but at this moment it completely coexist.

Zhao Tongpeng's equestrian skills are first-class.

He was born in the northern grasslands and rode horses all year round. He was skilled in equestrianism. Not to mention that there were no one in the Twelve Feipeng Gangs. There was only a handful of people who could beat him in the world.

The territory of the Twelve Feipeng Gang is located in the south of the Yangtze River and there are few horses fighting, so although Zhao Tongpeng is unique in this regard, he has no place to use his skills.

But at this moment, Zhao Tongpeng had already shown his equestrian skills.

Before the crisis of life and death, Zhao Tongpeng stimulated his own potential, and his horsemanship had reached the state of unity of man and horse. As long as Zhao Tongpeng did not die, no one could compete with him in equestrians in the future.

With the unity of the man and horse, the power of Zhao Tongpeng's sword has reached an incredible level.

Feng Wuhen stood tall and stood still, and was indifferent to Zhao Tongpeng who rushed over. If it weren't for his gaze like a torch, it would even give people a feeling of falling asleep.

In the blink of an eye, the horse reached seven feet and the light of the swords fell down.

Feng Wuhen seemed to have just woken up and took action.

The lightning flashed, the sword was unsheathed, stabbing out like lightning, and stabbed accurately on the tip of the sword in the sky like a poisonous snake.

"bite"

Swords confrontation.

The sound of the explosion of energy resounded throughout the world.

Zhao Tongpeng stood high above the horse's back, and the front hooves of the horse were hanging up in the air, and he would step on Feng Wuhen's head in the next second. However, the horse's rushing stopped abruptly and could not fall.

Time seemed to be still at this moment.

Zhao Tongpeng still sat down and used a knife to slash. I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Tongpeng let out a strange scream and rushed out with his men and horses.

At this moment, Zhao Tongpeng's face showed an unconcealed look of horror. He never dreamed that someone in the world could not only see the changes in his sword skills, but also could withstand the impact of a healthy horse.

Although the collision is evenly matched, if you have to say it, Zhao Tongpeng is still slightly better. However, Zhao Tongpeng has lost the confidence to defeat Feng Wuhen.

Feng Wuhen can withstand the impact of his one-man and one-horse. If he chooses to play, how can he win?

Zhao Tongpeng, whose confidence disappeared, immediately gave up the strategy of killing Feng Wuhen, and instead wanted to use the good horse under his crotch to help him escape.

With a loud shout, Zhao Tongpeng once again urged the horse to come to Feng Wuhen.

The horse rushed over like an arrow and fell into Feng Wuhen's head with a knife.

Feng Wuhen stood tall and stood tall. In the collision just now, Feng Wuhen did not retreat in a single step, but two very obvious footprints appeared on the rock. His hands were as stable as rocks, but the tiger's mouth had also cracked and blood was pouring out.

Zhao Tongpeng rushed over again.

Feng Wuhen still did not dodge or avoid it. When the horse rushed over, he resisted Zhao Tongpeng's attack by one man and one horse.

The sword collided again.

The sound resounded throughout the sky.

The terrifying force poured into his body along the broad sword, making Zhao Tongpeng unable to eat and live, and the man and horse retreated one after another to remove the strength and strength.

This time, it was a 1 meter away.

The horse retreated and was unable to stand firmly and almost fell down.

Zhao Tongpeng's face was gloomy and his mood was particularly heavy.

At this time, Qiu Mantian's tiger's mouth was cracked, blood flowing, and his injuries became heavier. But he had no trace of joy.

No one knows horses better than him.

He knew very well that if Qiu Mantian could block the power of a blow, the horse would definitely not be able to withstand the impact and fell down in response. Once that time comes, it would naturally be defeated and it would be difficult to escape from the sky.

Zhao Tongpeng took a deep breath. Although he knew the joint of the problem, there was no way to do it.

He has always been a decisive person and knows that he will continue to suffer from chaos.

Looking at the blood-filled hand, he put his heart on his mind, lowered his head to look at the good horse that accompanied him, and a hint of unbearableness flashed, but he still drove the horse to rush towards Feng Wuhen again.

The horse seemed to feel the master's intentions and seemed to know that it was the last journey in his life. Its speed was happier, and its life potential was stimulated, as if it was going to run through this most brilliant journey in life and help the master escape from the sky.

Zhao Tongpeng regarded human life as a mustard, but loved horses as a must. At this time, he was already heartbroken and bleeding, and even wanted to live and die with the horse, but now he had to be tough and enter the state of unity of man and horse, and to fight the enemy with the horse for the last time.

The horse ran like lightning, and Zhao Tongpeng's mind entered a wonderful state, and the sword technique became even more mysterious.

The three are combined into one.

The power of this sword is actually more than ten times that of Zhao Tongpeng's heyday.

Feng Wuhen’s Ancient Jing Wubo’s face showed a strange look for the first time, and he laughed and said, “Good swordsmanship.”

He jumped up and jumped two feet apart.

The man and the sword turned into a stunning rainbow and attacked in the air.

Swords and swords intersect.

The sound of the collision of qi and force is more than ten times that of the previous one.

Meng Xinghun and Ye Xiang, who were fighting with Zhao Tongpeng's subordinates not far away, were also affected by the deafening sound and stopped moving.

When everyone looked back, a scene that was enough to make their life-long unforgettable scene come into their eyes.

Zhao Tongpeng and the horse under his crotch flew up, flying more than two feet away before he landed on the ground.

The horse died as soon as it landed.

Zhao Tongpeng sat on the horse.

There was no scar on his body, and there was no injury. The next second, everyone heard the sound of cracking and cracking. It was the sound of bones breaking inch by inch.

Zhao Tongpeng's burly body fell inch by inch. Every inch, the bones in his body made a loud noise, and finally fell on the horse's back. The bones in his body were actually broken into powder.

Zhao Tongpeng, who loved horses all his life, finally passed away with his love for horses.

There was a 'click' sound.

The sword has returned to the sheath.

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhao Tongpeng's body deeply, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.

Feng Wuhen and Zhao Tongpeng have no hatred, nor do they hate Zhao Tongpeng.

The most fundamental reason for their fight is that they have different positions. In addition, it is because Zhao Tongpeng deserves to die.

Zhao Tongpeng was the first to die among the twelve Feipengs, but he was definitely not the last one.
Chapter completed!