Chapter 1159

Seeing Zhao Yun shrouded in smoke and dust, the mountain bandit who guards the mountain path regains his mind a little, and his mind is still filled with Zhao Yungang's performance as a demon.

In the moment of their hesitation, Zhao Yun's figure rushed away with the smoke and dust, turning into a streamer toward the top of the mountain road.

Before several mountain bandits, who were responsible for pushing the rolling stones, had not responded, Zhao Yun had already rushed to them, and his spear shot out quickly, as if a ball of silver light was exploding, making a continuous whistling sound.

Over the past three years, a lot of practice every day, coupled with Zhao Yun's talent, has made Zhao Yun's mastery of the gun technique reach a height that ordinary people can't reach. Although he only used the "stab" in the basic shooting skills, Zhao Yun, relying on his own strength, has used this move as if it were a dream!

Several mountain bandits, who were responsible for pushing the rolling stones, had no resistance at all. They collapsed on the spot, and blood flowed out of a blood hole thick as a wrist in the throat.

After solving these mountain bandits, Zhao Yun didn't have any hesitation and rushed directly to Fenglong mountain village above. As for the archers on both sides of the mountain road, Zhao Yun did not waste time to solve them.

After all, without the threat of rolling stones, it is impossible to threaten him with just a dozen or so powerful bows.

By the time Zhao Yun rushed to Fenglong mountain stronghold, it had already entered a comprehensive martial law. Behind the walls on both sides of the village gate, there were bright swords and guns. Under the sun's rays, it reflected the light of blood.

A big bald head with a big waist and a face full of flesh stood behind the wall of the village with an exaggerated ghost head knife. He was wearing a well-made leather armor. He looked at Zhao Yun, who was walking slowly towards the Shanzhai, with a dignified expression.

"Zhao Zilong?" When Zhao Yun came not far from the gate of the village, the big bald head behind the wall of the village opened his mouth with a dignified face.

Zhao Yun has become famous recently. He led his troops to wipe out several nearby Shanzhai. Naturally, he does not know what Zhao Yun looks like.

"Since you know it's me, don't you surrender?" Zhao Yun squinted at his big bald head. Although he could not see any expression on his face, no matter who could feel the pride in his words.

Zhao Yun has no choice but to be proud. He knows very well that the bandit leader in Fenglong mountain stronghold is the strongest, and he has achieved great success in his internal strength. He has broken through by external forces. Originally, there were six bandit capitals in the Shanzhai, but now there is only one left. Naturally, he will not care about it.

After hearing the speech, the big bald man's face sank, and he said: "Zhao Zilong, I'm going to seal Longshan and you will not invade the river. If you come here today, are you not afraid that I will take revenge on Longshan?"

He knows how empty Fenglong mountain is now. All the best people in the village go to Zhending city. The old and the weak or the women and children are guarding the village. There is not much fighting power at all!

And he thought that he was not Zhao Yun's opponent. If there was no other mountain bandit's assistance, I'm afraid that Zhao Yun's ten moves could not be sustained.

But after all, he is the leader of a village. Naturally, he can't do anything to surrender before the war. What's more, Zhao Yun may not know the reality of Fenglong mountain village. If he can take this opportunity to scare Zhao Yun away, he will not have to continue to stand in deadlock with Zhao Yun.

"Revenge?" Zhao Yun sneered, and then his face suddenly sank. He snorted: "you sent the mountain bandits down the mountain in a large scale and headed for my city. Is it hard to say that you went for an outing?"