The black-faced mountain king rushed towards the battle formation and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You get ten taels of silver to kill one person. With me here, Mr. Lu dare not say anything but kill him."
Behind him, there were more bandits, either on horseback or on foot, surging forward like a tide.
Wang Junlin asked Zhang Tiangang to call a dozen masters to stand in front of the black-faced mountain king to prevent them from overwhelming the army's battle formation.
At a distance of more than fifty steps, the war horses arrived quickly. The King of Black Face Mountain rushed at the front, and the long sword in Zhang Tiangang's hand stabbed him straight into the chest like lightning.
"Well done!" In the flash of lightning, the black-faced mountain king swung a copper rod more than ten feet long upwards in his hand.
"Bang!" The long sword in Zhang Tiangang's hand was lifted several feet away, and even his whole body was smashed to the side. His face changed involuntarily, and he stabbed the bandit leader behind the black-faced mountain king to death with a sword, and then fell to the ground.
The horse went forward, and was trampled into a pulp by the bandit war horses that rushed over one after another.
"The thief is a master, don't be reluctant to fight!" Zhang Tiangang controlled the trembling sword in his hand, rushed past the mountain king, and simply led people to kill the mountain bandit behind him. He also wanted to intercept the mountain king, but the two
The soreness and tingling coming from his arm reminded him very clearly not to take risks again, and he knew that the prefect had a peerless master like Chun Qiu Nu beside him, not to mention that the prefect himself could stop him.
This is the head of the thief.
There was no need for him to remind him. The dozen or so masters who rushed over behind him had already seen from the attack of the two of them that the black-faced mountain king turned out to be a ten thousand enemy. They all rushed to avoid the black-faced mountain king.
The Mountain King burst into the enemy formation and swept away streaks of scarlet blood.
They were more than capable of dealing with ordinary bandits. In just a few strokes, they were able to wipe out the bandits behind the Black Face Mountain King.
The black-faced king of the mountain didn't care about the life or death of his subordinates. He rode his horse and held a stick, staring at Wang Junlin in official uniform in the battle formation, shouting loudly: "The head of two hundred thousand taels of silver is gone!"
I'm done." He held a copper stick in his hand and wanted to smash Wang Junlin's head to pieces immediately.
Shan Xiongxin, who had been commanding the soldiers to kill the enemy, changed his expression and shouted: "Stop him!"
As he spoke, he had already come to intercept the black-faced king himself.
"Shan Xiongxin, don't stop him, let him in." Wang Junlin shouted loudly, he knew Shan Xiong
Xin is no match for this person either.
"Perfume controls the overall situation. Chunqiu Nu and the insect demon protect Perfume. I will go and meet this thief personally." Wang Junlin finished speaking quickly and rode up to him on a blood-maned horse.
It was too late, but it was too soon. With Wang Junlin's order, in a blink of an eye, there was no obstacle in front of the King of Black Face Mountain. The long copper stick was raised high, and with the help of the impact of the war horse, it went straight towards the King.
Jun Lin's head was smashed.
Wang Junlin's right hand had already held the horseshoe that had been hanging on the side of the blood-maned horse, but he suddenly raised his left hand.
The King of Blackface Mountain heard a low scream suddenly, and an iron thorn shot into his chest.
"Despicable!" The King of Blackface Mountain did not bother to smash King Junlin, so he could only save himself by swinging his stick. Just as he knocked the first iron thorn away, another scream came, and the second iron thorn flashed with cold light and ran towards him.
He pointed at the horse's neck under his crotch.
"Shameless!" The King of Blackface Mountain quickly waved his long copper stick to protect his mount. The second iron thorn was shot down by him, but the third and fourth ones followed one after another, one shooting a man and the other a horse.
, forcing him to scramble.
But it was a miniature repeating steel crossbow that Wang Junlin had not used for a long time.
After blocking the last iron thorn, the Mountain King suddenly shouted loudly, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and the war horse under his crotch made a long hiss, spread his hooves, and rushed straight towards Wang Junlin.
Wang Jun came to the steel. There was still a steel spike in the crossbow, but he stopped firing. He rode a blood-maned horse and rushed forward with the horse's spear in hand. The blood-maned horse neighed angrily, but the mount of the black-faced mountain king was not immune to it.
Influence is obviously a rare BMW.
As he watched, the two war horses running towards each other were getting closer and closer to each other, with the bronze sticks and horseshoes pointed at their chests, neither swaying nor avoiding.
Fifteen steps!
Ten steps!
Five steps!
"Watch the move!" The King of Black Face Mountain suddenly let out a loud shout. He twisted his body sideways, stretched his right hand forward, and flattened his left hand. The ten-foot-long iron rod no longer hit him, but instead stabbed Wang Junlin's left shoulder like a poisonous dragon.
"Suffer death!" As if he had a clear connection with him, Wang Junlin also galloped forward, twisting his waist and extending his arms decisively. The horse spear in his palm was like lightning, and he pointed it straight towards the opponent's face.
There was no collision. Wang Junlin dodged the copper stick of the King of Black Face Mountain at the last moment, leaving behind a black and shiny mess in vain.
Cold light. Wang Junlin's horse was also dodged by the Black-faced Mountain King with a neat lowering of his head, and only a silver shadow appeared in the air.
"Good boy!" The moment the two horses were in the stirrups, the King of Black Face Mountain immediately shouted. Using the tail of the stick as the front and the head as the editor, he searched backwards for Wang Junlin's backbone.
Wang Junlin quickly turned around and used a clean hook to push away the barbed copper stick. Immediately, Ma Shan turned into a whip, turned it with one hand, and whipped it towards the opponent's neck, "Death"
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The wind blew, and so did the shouts. The King of Blackface Mountain did not expect that Wang Junlin did not look strong, with such strong arm strength, and such strange moves. He quickly hid his neck, shrank his head, and leaned against the horse.
The sharp cold wind flew past his head, sweeping a strand of hair into the air. The next moment, an ax circled and flew out from the ribs of the Black-faced Mountain King, hanging with the howling cold wind, and smashed
Towards the blood-maned horse's butt.
Wang Junlin was startled and was about to block it with his horse's ax. Unexpectedly, the blood-maned horse let out an angry neigh. In the midst of the lightning and stone fire, he sharply raised his hind hoof and kicked the ax away accurately.
The horses on both sides separated from each other at extremely high speeds. In the blink of an eye, each ran more than twenty steps. Then with two angry roars, the horses' heads circled, their tails flew, and they began to face each other again.
The two horses roared and met again. The two men on the horse each took action twice, and then quickly separated. Wang Junlin was shaken by the force of the opponent's copper stick, and his arms were numb. The Black-faced Mountain King was repeatedly surprised by Wang Junlin.
The unexpected move made him scream.
Wang Junlin and the King of Black Face Mountain rode their horses to fight again. The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round... When the two BMWs began to compete for the 21st time, Wang Junlin's forehead was clearly marked.
Beads of sweat appeared. The power of this black-faced mountain king was simply unbelievable. It was even more powerful than the two little perverts, Yu Zimo and Li Xuanba. Of course, Yu Zimo and Li Xuanba were still young. Waiting for them
When you grow up, your strength will be no less than this person's.
The face of the Black-faced Mountain King has turned purple and black, and you can't see much change. But his voice has become hoarse, and the sound he makes is like a broken gong. From the very beginning, the "two hundred thousand taels of silver head" has become
Now it has become "happy!" "good boy!" "good dog officer!"
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