The black-faced mountain king rushed towards the battle array, and shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Kill one person to get ten taels of silver, with Lao Tzu here, the Lu family doesn't dare to speak and doesn't count, kill me." ”

Behind him, there were more bandits, either on horseback or on foot, surging forward like a tide.

Wang Junlin asked Zhang Tiangang to call more than a dozen masters to block in front of this black-faced mountain king to prevent them from crushing the battle formation of the government soldiers.

At a distance of more than fifty steps, the war horse soon arrived, the black-faced Ershan King rushed to the front, and the long sword in Zhang Tiangang's hand was like lightning, stabbing straight into his chest.

"Good time!" Between the lightning and the fire, the black-faced mountain king slammed a copper stick more than a zhang long in his hand.

"Dangchang!" The long sword in Zhang Tiangang's hand was swept away a few feet, and even his whole person was smashed to the side, and his face couldn't help but change, and he stabbed to death a bandit leader behind the black-faced mountain king with a sword, and fell off the horse, and then was directly trampled into meat by the bandit war horses that rushed over one after another.

"The thief is a master, don't fall in love with the war!" Zhang Tiangang vigorously controlled the trembling long sword in his hand, rushed past the mountain king, and simply led people to kill the bandits behind. He also wanted to intercept the mountain king, but the sour numbness coming from his arms reminded him very clearly that he must not take any more risks, and he knew that there were peerless masters like Chunqiu Nu by the side of Lord Taishou, not to mention that Lord Taishou himself could stop this thief.

There was no need for him to remind him, and the dozen or so masters who rushed behind him had already seen from the blows of the two of them that this black-faced mountain king was actually a 10,000-strong enemy. In the gallop, they dodged the black-faced mountain king, broke into the enemy formation, and swept up scarlet blood light.

To deal with ordinary bandits, their skills are more than enough, and in three or two strokes, they will rush the bandits behind the black-faced mountain king.

The black-faced mountain king, but he didn't care about the life or death of his subordinates. Riding a horse and holding a stick, his eyes were fixed on Wang Junlin, who was wearing official clothes in the battle array, and he shouted loudly: "The head of 200,000 taels of silver belongs to me." He was armed with a brass rod, and he wanted to smash Wang Junlin's head to pieces at once.

Shan Xiongxin, who had been commanding the government soldiers to kill the enemy, changed his face and shouted: "Stop him!" ”

Between the words, he had already come to intercept the black-faced king in person.

"Shan Xiongxin don't stop him, let him in." Wang Junlin burst into tears, he knew Shan Xiong

Nor is faith a match for this man.

"The perfume controls the overall situation, the Spring and Autumn Slave and the insect demon protect the perfume, and I will personally meet this thief." After Wang Junlin finished speaking, he rode a blood-maned horse to meet him.

It's too late, it's fast, with Wang Junlin's order, in a blink of an eye, in front of the king of the black-faced mountain, there is no obstacle, the long copper stick is raised high, with the help of the impact of the war horse, it goes straight to Wang Junlin's head and smashes it.

Wang Junlin's right hand had already held the lance that had been hanging from the side of the bloodmaned horse, but he suddenly raised his left hand.

The Black-faced Mountain King only heard a low scream suddenly, and an iron thorn shot into his chest in the air.

"Despicable!" The black-faced mountain king didn't care about smashing Wang Junlin, so he could only swing his stick first to save himself. As soon as the first iron thorn was knocked away, another scream came, and the second iron thorn flashed with cold light, running towards the neck of the war horse under his crotch.

"Shameless!" The black-faced mountain king hurriedly danced his long copper stick to protect his mount. The second iron spike was fiercely shot down by him, but the third and fourth followed, one shooting at men and the other at horses, forcing him into a hurry.

But it's a miniature burst steel that Wang Junlin hasn't used for a long time. Crossbow.

After blocking the last iron thorn, the king of the mountain suddenly shouted, stepped on the stirrup with both feet, and the war horse under his crotch let out a long neigh, and his four hooves were opened, and he rushed straight towards Wang Junlin.

WANG Junlingang. There was still a steel thorn in the crossbow, but he didn't fire it anymore, and rode the blood-maned horse, carrying the horse lance and rushing forward, the blood-maned horse neighed angrily, but the mount of the black-faced mountain king was not affected, and it was obviously a rare horse.

Seeing that, the two war horses running in the opposite direction were getting closer and closer to each other, and the copper rod and the horse lance were pointing at the chests of the two of them, not shaking or avoiding.

Fifteen steps!

Ten steps!

Five steps!

"Look at the move!" The black-faced mountain king let out a snort suddenly. The body was twisted sideways, the right hand was stretched forward, the left hand was flat, and the iron rod long was no longer smashed, but stabbed at Wang Junlin's left shoulder like a poisonous dragon.

"Death!" As if he had a heart with him, Wang Junlin also rushed forward on his horse, decisively twisted his waist and stretched out his arms, and the horse lance in his hand was like lightning, and he went straight to the other party's front door.

Without any collision, the bronze rod of the Blackface Mountain King was dodged by Wang Junlin at the last moment, leaving a black cloud in vain

Coldness. And Wang Junlin's horse lance was also dodged by the black-faced mountain king with a neat bowing movement, and only a silver phantom appeared in mid-air.

"Good boy!" As soon as the second horse made a mistake, the black-faced mountain king immediately shouted. With the tail of the stick as the edge and the head of the stick as the compilation, he looked for the backbone of Wang Junlin upside down.

Wang Junlin quickly turned around, and with a clean seabed fishing moon, he picked up the barbed copper rod, and then, the horse lance turned into a whip, which was picked up by a one-handed wheel and whipped to the opponent's neck, "Die!"

When the wind comes, so does the sound of broken cheers. The black-faced mountain king didn't expect that Wang Junlin didn't look strong, his arm strength was so great, and his tricks were so strange. Quickly hid his neck and shrank his head, and leaned his body against the war horse.

The sharp cold wind flew past his head, sweeping a strand of hair into the air, and in the next moment, a plate axe swirled out from under the ribs of the Blackface Mountain King, and with a howling cold wind, it smashed into the butt of the blood-maned horse.

Wang Junlin was startled, and was about to use the horse lance to block, but the blood-maned horse let out an angry neigh, and in the lightning and stone fire, he raised his hind hooves violently, and kicked the axe away with precision.

The horses of both sides separated from each other at extremely high speeds. In the blink of an eye, each ran more than twenty steps, and then with two angry roars, the horse's head circled, the horse's tail flew, and they began to hedge face to face again.

The two horses roared and met again. The two men on horseback each shot twice, and then quickly separated. Wang Junlin was shocked by the force on the opponent's copper rod, and the black-faced mountain king was forced to scream by Wang Junlin's repeated unexpected tricks.

Wang Junlin and the king of the black-faced mountain rode their horses to fight again. The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round...... When the two BMWs began to hedge for the twenty-first time, beads of sweat obviously appeared on Wang Junlin's forehead, the power of this black-faced mountain king is incredible, it is even greater than the power of the two little perverts of Yu Zimo and Li Xuanba, of course, Yu Zimo and Li Xuanba are still young, and when they grow up, their strength will not be smaller than this person.

The face of the Black-faced Mountain King was already purple and black, and he couldn't see too many changes. But his voice was already hoarse, and the sound he made was like a broken gong. From the very beginning of the "200,000 taels of silver head" has become the current "happy!" "Good boy!" 'Good dog officer!'

PS: The fifth watch will be sent late at night, and continue to ask for double monthly tickets and recommended tickets——————

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