Mo Rigen was horrified that Montaigne actually chose the far side instead of the near. Was he the first one to capture him?

He had no time to think, so he could only hurriedly dodge the Half-Moon Dao Gang, but Montaigne had already arrived, and the Daguan Dao was raised high, and he slashed down with a bang from a distance of five feet.

This sword was like a giant blade descending from the sky, coming towards my head and face with the roaring wind.

As everyone screamed, Mo Rigen's hair stood on end. He could no longer dodge. He could only grit his teeth and raise the bronze bow, trying to withstand the sword.

However, with this sword, Montaigne burst out with real power, at least the power of a peak martial saint.

Kuang Ba's sword slashed down with force, and the copper bow with a thick wrist was broken in response, and the head of the war horse under Morigen's crotch was also divided by the sword.

Morigen was hit head-on by the sword, and his whole body flew backwards. Fortunately, he was not stupid. The moment the sword burst out, he already realized that something was wrong. The brass bow was not so much resisting as it was resisting.

He planned to use his strength to make a mad retreat, even abandoning his own horse.

It was precisely because of this that he was lucky enough to save his life, but a wound that was more than a foot long appeared on the left side of his chest. Blood spattered and Mo Rigen screamed and fell into the dust.

With one blow, Morigen was defeated.

At this moment, Montaigne was like a black devil. The man on horseback stood up, turned around, and rushed towards Du Lun who had just woken up. He slashed away three arrows with his sword. In an instant, Montaigne was in front of Du Lun, and struck horizontally with his broadsword.

, with one blow, Du Lun and his horse were knocked away. Du Lun also let out a scream and failed to get up after falling to the ground.

Khulege was really shocked. He never expected that a Chinese man could be so brave. He had already defeated two great vulture shooters in a flash of lightning.

The next moment he saw Montaigne rushing towards him, he felt fear in his heart and flew back involuntarily.

Of course, the speed of the war horse could not keep up with the speed of the Martial Saint. Unexpectedly, Montaigne abandoned the war horse and jumped into the air. His cloak flew in the air like a dark cloud, and his sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt rising from the dark clouds, slashing in the air.

Fierce and domineering, Khulege immediately felt an irresistible feeling.

Subconsciously, he shouted loudly, and his desire to survive made him burst out at an unprecedented speed. He almost teleported and retreated thirty feet away, barely able to avoid the sword that opened the sky.

But the entire earth was cut with a crack of twenty feet long by this sword.

Khulege was still in shock, and before he could see the other person clearly from the dust, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming and rolled him backwards. He screamed loudly in fright.

The next moment, he saw Montaigne's indifferent and deep eyes from the dust, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the throat.

A horrible feeling of suffocation came, and Khulege subconsciously strangled Montaigne's forearm with two swords.

However, he was blocked by the armor on Montaigne's arm and did not injure the opponent at all. However, as the opponent increased his strength with one hand, a huge sense of suffocation made his vision darken and his whole body lost strength.

Then, he felt that the world was spinning, and then his head buzzed and he lost consciousness.

The whole place was silent, and the onlookers were all stunned and speechless. In an instant, the Chinese martial artist defeated the three martial arts masters in just a few breaths. The last one was pinched by the neck and kicked hard.

They were knocked unconscious on the ground.

The general in black armor was too domineering, but his eyes were so calm. He had already turned around and stared at the other two people. His calmness and good fighting skills moved everyone.

What a calm and brave general Montaigne!

The four kings were also extremely shocked. They knew that Jiang Fan would be very strong, but they did not expect that they would be so powerful. Could there be huge changes in this one-man battle?

Morigen and the other three were hurriedly rescued, but Montaigne had already mounted his horse again, stood in a triangle with Battle and Qi Sha, who had just separated, and restarted the confrontation.

Everyone fell silent for a moment. What just happened was so shocking.

"This is... the Gale Knife!" Someone in the crowd suddenly let out a low roar. It was obvious that this was an expert who knew the goods, or maybe a strong man who had fought against the Meng family.

"He is a descendant of Meng'ao!" someone else said.

For a time, countless eyes turned to Montaigne. Even though he was an enemy, Montaigne's performance still won the admiration of the barbarians who advocated bravery.

"Is he Montaigne, the undefeated descendant of the Meng family?"

"We have never defeated the Meng family head-on at the border."

"This man is very powerful, I admire him. In the future battlefield, I will kill him with my own hands!"

"The terrible Meng family will be a great threat to us!"

There are all kinds of voices.

King Hunxie's expression was filled with surprise and gloom: "Fengchen...did you expect that?"

The tall knight was also slightly moved, but then he didn't mean it.

"Jiang Fan is cunning. It's not surprising that his men are cunning. My people have analyzed it before the war. He probably has the strength of a high-level martial saint."

"He is a peak martial saint. He is stronger than the ordinary peak. It seems that half of his feet have stepped into the realm of the great saint." King Hunxie has a very keen eye.

Feng Chen sneered: "So what, my people are genuine great sages."

King Hunxie's expression changed: "You are less than thirty years old, but your cultivation level is so unbelievable?"

Feng Chen proudly said: "My Feng family has many talents and talents, and this person's qualifications are astonishing. He has already entered the Great Sage Realm at the age of twenty-eight."

King Hunxie shook his head: "No, no, Fengchen... your person is not a normal great sage... there is something weird..."

Feng Chen glanced at him: "The Great Sage is the Great Sage, just look at it."

King Hunxie's triangular eyes shimmered, as if he was thinking about something.

Battle stared at Montaigne with his eyes wide open. Montaigne, this Chinese military general is actually hiding his clumsiness! He has the strength of a peak martial arts saint!

Battle put away his contempt in an instant and solemnly raised his mace and stared at his opponent.

Qi Sha, on the other hand, exclaimed: "Montaigne... it's just as I expected. You are a strong man at the pinnacle of the Martial Saint. You are hiding very deep, but you can't stop here."

As he spoke, the six flying swords returned to their positions and reassembled with the seventh sword in his hand to form a five-foot giant blade.

Although there were only three people left, the atmosphere on the battlefield was even more depressing than before.

Knowing each other's strength, the three of them showed their strongest form.

Battle had a mighty aura, and a black giant wolf loomed behind him, roaring up to the sky. He was indeed proud of himself, and his true energy had already been condensed at a young age.

Montaigne's cloak was flying in the air, and there were strong winds sweeping around him, and the place where he was was seemed to have a tornado reaching through the sky and the earth. This is the unique skill of the Meng family of the Qin Dynasty, and it is also the special sword technique for the Qin army's battle formation - the gale sword.

Qi Sha was filled with a strange evil aura, dark green clouds were billowing behind him, and there were faint roars and howls of fierce ghosts.

"There's something wrong with this person..." Jiang Fan stared at Qi Sha, his pupils shrinking.

He felt the familiar aura and stared at the strange combination of swords in his hand. Jiang Fan once again thought of a person - the Seventh Elder of Taihua, Seven Kills!
Chapter completed!