Chapter 101

  "Get out of here, I've never seen you before!" Hu Erle roared.

  The young man at the stone bridge blinked his eyes, didn't say a word, and also didn't get angry.

  "Hey, hey." Cheng Dairen circled back on his horse, panting: "I'm the handsome young master with a face like a painting and elegant demeanor that you're looking for."

  The young man glanced at Cheng Darui, pursed his lips and smiled, giving Cheng Darui an encouraging look.

  My sister!

  You clearly know that the other person is a fool, but you still try not to expose him and even show encouraging eyes. Are you trying to prove your own cultivation or express my foolishness!

  While the young man was sizing up Cheng Da Lei, Cheng Da Lei was also sizing him up. He saw that the young man was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender build and a face as smooth as applied powder, wearing a hemp long gown washed to a brilliant white. His eyebrows and eyes were smiling, his sunny disposition was tight, as if the cold snow of all sides would melt under his sunny smile.

  "Could it be that you are that handsome young man with a face like a painting and an elegant demeanor?" Cheng Dairen asked tentatively.

  The boy smiled, smiling but saying nothing.

  "Zhao Yun?"

  The young man smiled and shook his head this time.

  "Then who are you?"

  "My name is quite ordinary, I'm afraid you may not have heard of it." The young man smiled humbly and said in a very normal tone: "I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan."

  Hiss!

  Cheng Dali took a deep breath and indeed, it was nothing special!

  The sound of horseshoes echoed, and Xu Shenji led a group of people to hurry over on horseback. Several people shouted in unison: "Master, don't panic, we're here to save you!"

  The young man's eyes lit up and he waved his hand in that direction, taking a step forward.

  "Die, kid."

  Huoerlie rode on horseback, an axe chopped over.

  "Excuse me, you're blocking the way."

  The young man raised an eyebrow and stared intently at the axe-wielding figure rushing towards him. He dodged to the side, his hand reaching into the snow piled on the bridge and grabbing a handful.

  Snowflakes fluttered and danced, as if a crystal world had been shattered and scattered with jade. A bright silver spear was pulled out of the snowy ground. With a flick of the spear, it seemed to be wrapped in a snow python with a shocking thunderbolt.

  The three armies broke up and dispersed without a clear victory or defeat.

  "Zi Long, mount your horse!"

  Cheng Dalai got off his horse and patted its buttocks heavily.

  A young man took a step forward, leaped onto the horse, stood on the saddle with his feet, and held up his spear like a dragon.

  Cheng Dalai let out a long sigh of relief and suddenly shouted: "Zilong, kill him!"

  The young man ignored him.

  Liu Bei shouted loudly: "Zi Long, kill him!"

  The young man's eyes burst with cold, and with this sentence, he seemed to have changed into a different person. The gun was in his palm, spinning around, one hand holding the reins of the horse, the other hand holding the gun, stabbing towards Hulun's throat.

  "I have taken your head."

  Huh?

  If you say Cheng Dairen is not that handsome, elegant and refined gentleman, Cheng Dairen wouldn't disagree... after all, it's not like he's much worse. But if you say Liu Bei is... look at his wretched expression, what a joke, how blind can one be?

  Hiss!

  Cheng Dalai let out a cold breath and his molars hurt a bit.

  Two men fought with wheels similar, turned around and killed each other, snow powder flew everywhere, shattered jade and broken jade pieces were all over the place.

  At this moment, Qin Man and Lin Shaoyu have joined the battle group, fighting with Chi Hu and Ye De, and in a very short time, they recaptured their own weapons.

  The long spear sweeps horizontally, and the plum blossoms burst forth in all directions.

  Qin Man had been nursing a belly full of fire, and now he was finally unleashing it. In the encirclement of over ten riders, he didn't fall behind. With Yu Lin Shaoyu's combined forces, they knocked down one person after another from their horses.

  But the most thrilling battle was still between the young man and Huerle, who gradually showed signs of defeat. He did not expect that this young boy would have such excellent marksmanship, and his riding skills were by no means inferior to his own.

  Name: Zhao Zilong (Top warrior at the beginning of his career)

  Age: 15

  Skills: Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Gun

  Hidden Attribute: Dragon Gallbladder

  Wow!

  Cheng Dali couldn't help but praise him repeatedly. At just 15 years old, he was already a top-notch talent. In a few more years, who knows how far he'll go?

  Thus, the outcome is already decided.

  Zhao Zilong grasped the reins with both legs, one hand holding the hilt and the other the barrel, swinging it back and forth before thrusting out with a single spear. Although only one spear was used, it seemed as if countless spears burst forth simultaneously, and then converged into a single spear that shot forward like lightning and thunder.

  Huo Erlei's right shoulder was pierced through and he fell off his horse.

  But he still wielded it with his left hand, swinging it wildly in a circle.

  Cheng Dalai caught his breath and regained some strength. He drew out his sword, looked for an opening, and stabbed at Huerle's calf with one swift motion.

  Hu Er lie fell to the ground, staring at Cheng Da Lei with his eyes wide open, enduring the intense pain and swinging his axe over.

  "Damn dog, go die!"

  Cheng Dalai kicked him to the ground, where he lay in a pool of blood-soaked snow, panting heavily and clutching his axe tightly.

  Cheng Dalai pierced through his wrist, and after pulling it out, a blood hole appeared on his forearm.

  "Damn dog..."

  A sword pierced through his lung lobe.

  "Dogs..." He gazed up at the gleaming sword tip above his head, and swallowed the rest of the words.

  "Hey, do you believe in justice?" Cheng Dairen asked.

  What the heck is this?!

  "Do you believe in justice?" asked Cheng Da Lei again.

  Xuerle Zhang opened his big mouth, panting heavily, and blood foam sprayed out of his mouth.

  "Haven't you heard a legend in all your years in the city?" Cheng Dairen's hands grasped his sword, and an aura of sanctity seemed to emanate from his face.

  "Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, for when the most violent evil comes, there will be a corresponding revelation of the most violent good. When the day of righteous judgment arrives, the dead will die and the living will live, and all wickedness will have no place to hide."

  "So..."

  Cheng Darui hesitated for a moment: "Do you believe in justice?"

  Hu Erle gritted his teeth, struggling to catch his breath, and suddenly grasped the axe tightly, swinging it at Cheng Dairen.

  Cheng Da Lei's sword cut off his right hand.

  Qin Man and Lin Shaoyu's battle was almost decided, but after Zhao Zilong joined the fight, the situation became even clearer. One by one, people were knocked off their horses, Qin Man's blows were extremely heavy, those who were hit by him would either die or be seriously injured.

  Seeing the situation on this side is dangerous, Chi Hu'er and others rushed to their deaths, but they couldn't break through the iron wall set up by Qin Man and three people.

  "Little Prince!"

  "Little Prince!"

  Chi Hu and others were furious, shouting loudly with all their might.

  Cheng Dalai was deaf to the ears, pointing his sword at Huerle's eyes, and Huerle's eyes were still filled with anger, as if he wanted to swallow Cheng Dalai alive.

  "Look at this sky..." Cheng Dairen pointed his sword at the sky and sighed: "This sky is so high."

  "Look at this land..." Cheng Dairei pointed to the ground with his sword: "The snow on this land is so white."

  "Take a look at this axe again..." Cheng Dairen sheathed his sword and picked up the axe on the ground.

  Hurley could hardly speak, and only managed to say in a very weak voice: "Axe... my axe... my Storm Battle Axe..."

  Cheng Dalai grasped the axe handle with both hands, blood and water flowing down the blade and dripping onto the ground, splashing in the snow.

  "This is my axe!"

  Cheng Dalai loudly shouted out this line, the axe swung down heavily, and in the moment before Huerle's eyes closed in death, it chopped off his head.

  Blood spurted out of the cave, falling on both the snowy mountain and Cheng Da's clothes.

  The sky is high, the snow is white, this axe is mine.

  These are truths and should not be doubted.