boom…………!!!

With a loud bang, Meng Si flew backwards. The man churned two circles in the air, landed on the ground and supported the earth with a thick shield, pulling out a trace of half a meter long, and then he kneeled alone to remove the force.

Zhang Yuan was also not very happy. Meng Shi was originally a first-class warrior. In addition, the mountain barbarians have fought in the mountains and forests since childhood. Among them, the Mengshan tribe is even more seeking to survive in the snow-capped mountains. They not only need to hunt, but also need to deal with the harsh environment. The huge brute force surpasses the existence of the same level.

In addition, Meng Shi jumped up and the weight of his entire body, if it weren't for the impact of the Snow Lion's charge, even Zhang Yuan, who was constantly tempering his body, wouldn't have taken advantage of it.

The snow lion paused for a moment, then ran again, as if under the impact of that force, the snow lion seemed very irritable, staring at Mengdu not far away, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the other party.

"Hmm.........!!"

The mountain man rushed up like raindrops, and wooden sticks greeted Zhang Yuan.

"Those who block me will die!"

He held the tiger roaring wind gun with both hands, like his arms scattered, and the cold light was dotted. The mountain man who rushed up either flew backwards or was pierced with the wooden stick, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Hmm...!!"

Mengmeng took the opportunity to breathe. Instead of avoiding it, he took the thick shield and met again, holding the wooden stick in his hand, ready to give Zhang Yuan a stick at any time.

It has to be said that Shanman lacks steel-making weapons, but he can survive in such a dangerous place. They use wooden sticks, wooden guns or stone axes on the spot, but they are superb. They do not have systematic martial arts, but the fighting skills they have learned from nature cannot be underestimated. After all, the other party has been practicing hard for more than ten years. Even the worst thing is, they have already practiced a flower.

Among them, the strongest one is undoubtedly the Mengshan tribe.

Faced with Meng Shi's actions, Zhang Yuan did not dare to look down on or slack off at all.

Hiss ~~!

The snow lion screamed and suddenly stopped. Meng Shi did not expect that Zhang Yuan's riding skills had reached such a level. Under the push of inertia, he did not stop suddenly. He was about to hit the snow lion in front of him.

Meng Shi had long been accustomed to the state of life and death. Facing this scene, the thick shield in his hand was pressed in front of him. The snow lion's front hooves stepped on the thick shield fiercely. The force of thousands of pounds came, and Meng Shi rolled out with the force, without giving Zhang Yuanke the flaw to attack.

"Okay!" Zhang Yuan not only did not feel the pity, but instead praised.

Fifty thousand mountains were born. Meng Shi had almost never fought against the cavalry. Zhang Yuan also had the advantage that the other party did not understand him, so he caught the other party off guard so easily.

Zhang Yuan himself did not expect to force the opponent's offensive so easily, but instead easily gained the upper hand. Otherwise, Meng Si would not only face the iron hoof of the snow lion, but also Zhang Yuan's continuous offensive.

It can be said that this misfortune was at a disadvantage again. But because of this, it was not fatal.

"Come again!"

Meng Shi only felt a faint pain in his internal organs, and a thread of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Not only was he not afraid, but his fighting spirit became more and more high.

Boom……………!!!

Meng Shi flew backwards again, but before Zhang Yuan could get closer, he stood up again.

Once, twice. The personal guards who came with Zhang Yuan had changed three groups, and the Wushuang Cavalry still blocked the mountain barbarians out of the formation. Meng Shi was like an indestructible young strongman, constantly being beaten away, and then quickly got up and fought again. The two fought from one end of the battlefield to the other side, and from a distance of only half a meter from Wushuang Cavalry to the nearest forest.

Wherever they passed, the Shanman who fought in everything was either killed by Zhang Yuan, or was rushed out by the snow lion, or was affected by the battle between the two. For a moment, he was always in a state of storm. Unless Meng Si was knocked away, the Shanman was unwilling to fight.

"Mengsi, you are defeated. Even if you come many times, you will be defeated. Let's admit defeat. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Zhang Yuan said in a deep voice. However, he had more love for Mengsi. It is easy to get a general in a thousand troops. There are many generals in Xihe Army and many outstanding young generals. However, compared with Xihe's current expansion of power, it is still a small number of people.

"Kill me and you will win, otherwise everything will be said too early!"

Compared with Zhang Yuan, who is still handsome, Meng Shi was covered in scars all over his body. The wooden stick in his right hand had already flown to where he had flew. Only the thick shield was held tightly by him and was not knocked out, but it was also broken, as if it would be broken at any time.

"good!"

At this time, Zhang Yuan was already sweating profusely, and Meng Du was more tenacious than he imagined. He could have fought at high intensity for several hours, but now in just half an hour, Zhang Yuan felt that his physical strength was about to reach the bottom.

‘Go to fight quickly!’ Zhang Yuan said inwardly, and pulled the snow lion and went up to meet him.

Meng Shi endured the severe pain in his body, rushed over with a slightly heavy step, holding up the shield in his hand, and avoiding the middle of the Snow Lion's charge in a very familiar way.

"Silly~!"

Zhang Yuan shouted lightly, without any reservation, all the power was poured into the tiger roaring wind gun in his hand. The two of them fought again. The tiger roaring wind gun turned into a series of gun shadows, as if endless, and even more as if it was simplified. It seemed elusive between the virtual and the real, but Zhang Yuan only fired one shot from beginning to end, but that shot was too fast, leaving behind a series of phantoms that could not be dissipated for a long time.

Meng Shi realized that he had no way out and the space around him seemed to be locked and could not hide.

I thought I had understood my opponent, but in fact it was just a fur. I chose to avoid the attack of the snow lion and faced the elusive and indestructible spear.

puff!

The spear easily pierced the thick shield in Mengmie's hand, and as the snow lion accelerated, it pierced into Mengmie's chest. Mengmie grabbed the rod of the spear tightly, preventing the tip of the spear from continuing to penetrate. It seemed that he was strung on the tiger roaring wind gun, dragging it for several meters before rolling down.

"Diet?"

Zhang Yuan was sure that the Hu Roaring Wind Gun stabbed the opponent, but he felt that there was a bone blocking it. Later, Meng Si grabbed the gun again. Zhang Yuan had a heavy gun rod with one arm and it was difficult to maintain balance. He rushed three meters and then put it down. For a moment, he could not determine whether the opponent was dead.

"I'm swearing, I'm not dead like this..."

Soon, Zhang Yuan watched the other party escape with a little glaring, and there was no way to confirm that the other party was just seriously injured and did not die. Zhang Yuan wanted to chase him, but Shanman blocked his pace without fear of death. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!