Li Ang's heart was like lightning, who was going to assassinate him? Dong Yanguang? Zhao Shangyi? Or maybe it's a Tibetan person?

In this Longyou, only these three parties should be unfavorable to themselves. Before Leon could think about it, there was another tinker bell howl from the edge of the woods, and then twelve black-clad masked men rushed up from the hillside behind, each with a longbow in hand, and whipped the horses fiercely, chasing after Leon and them.

"It's not good, Zhang Zikang and they have fallen for the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, Lang Jun go quickly! I'm here to stop them! Wu Xuan shouted, and he was about to turn his horse's head to greet him.

Li Ang roared urgently: "The other party has a bow and arrow, don't go to the south gate, go quickly!" ”

Li Ang beat his horse and galloped wildly, rushing to the other side of the stream below, and Wu Xuan followed closely behind, rushing across the stream together, making a splash and a loud noise.

The twelve horsemen behind didn't say a word, just kept whipping their horses and chasing after them. Li Ang shouted to Wu Xuan at this time: "South Gate, let's go separately, you go back to Zhang Zikang and them, I'll take these bitches around .........."

"No, Lang Jun, how can I let you stay alone......"

"Less nonsense! I'm fast, they can't catch up with me, you go to Zhang Shaokang and them, and then go back and clean up these turtle grandchildren! If you want to plot against Lao Tzu, if you don't twist their heads, you won't be surnamed Li! Just go! ”

Wu Xuan thought about it, Li Ang was riding a thousand-mile horse under his crotch, if he wanted to escape, the enemy would not be able to catch up at all, and it would be boring to follow Li Ang by himself, so it was better to go back to Zhang Shaokang and them to turn back and help.

The two of them split left and right, and each ran wildly, and the sound of hooves rumbled behind them. Those men in black targeted Li Ang, and they didn't pay much attention to Wu Xuan at all. All of them chased after Li Ang. After Wu Xuan galloped out for half a mile, he turned around and rushed back to the stream. Rushing towards the woods on the hillside.

Li Ang tried his best to control the speed of the horse, and waited for the twelve black-clothed men behind him to enter the range of bows and arrows, and then beat the war horse to accelerate, and once the thousand-mile horse accelerated, it was as fast as the wind, and quickly chased the men and horses behind him for a distance.

Tinker Bell chased to the opposite hillside, snorting incessantly, the grass undulating, and Leon's figure disappearing from time to time. Flying among the wildflowers everywhere, the man in black behind him used his strength to feed, always a little close, but he couldn't catch up, and he was so anxious that he stared.

Li Ang rushed out two or three miles away, and was about to accelerate his turn to bring the pursuers back, when the hillside on the right suddenly rushed out with one man and one horse!

Li Ang was frightened, and hurriedly turned his head to look, but saw that there were ten people in this team. He was dressed in ethnic minority costumes, like a Qiang person.

The group ignored Leon and rushed straight to his right rear. These people are extremely skilled in riding, hiding in stirrups. Hidden under the belly of a horse, he is full of tricks on a galloping horse. Whoosh! There was a sound of arrows, and several masked people who were chasing after them screamed and fell off their horses in an instant. Rolling on the ground.

The rest of the black-clothed people were shocked, but there was no way to avoid it. The Qiang people did not confront them. just relied on superb riding and archery skills, and constantly shot those black-clothed people with a strong bow.

After Leon rushed up the ramp. stopped the war horse, and the matter came to this point, which made him even more confused. He hasn't figured out the origin of these black-clothed people who came to chase him, and now he has killed another group of Qiang people. I don't have a relationship with the Qiang people, why do they help them fight those people in black desperately?

Could it be a misunderstanding? The men in black have found the wrong person, these Qiang people are their enemies, and they are not there to help themselves?

Li Ang thought about it and was wrong, he was wearing an official uniform and a guard. It is impossible for those men in black to do it to themselves without being careful to understand it clearly.

But what about these Qiang people? If they had fired arrows at themselves just now, they would have choked their breath by now......... Li Ang's heart was a little chaotic, and he watched the two teams of people and horses below fight desperately on the high slope of the horse.

The Qiang and the black-clothed people were about the same number of people, although the Qiang people suddenly rushed out diagonally, killing the black-clothed people by surprise, and causing them to lose a few people, but these people were selected to ambush themselves, and naturally they were not vegetarians, and the remaining six people were on a par with those Qiang.

Both sides kept firing arrows, and people and horses kept falling to the ground with arrows, screaming and neighing, and blood was everywhere. When there were only three people left in black, they finally couldn't support it anymore and fled desperately.

The Qiang did not pursue, and they also killed three of their companions, except for one who rode towards Li Ang, the others jumped off their horses to check on the dead and wounded companions.

When Leon saw a horse rushing towards him, out of caution, he struck his horse and left, and although he could hear the man chasing after him shouting incessantly in a stiff Chinese, he rushed out of a mile before stopping. Tinker Bell came running wildly, roaring fiercely at the chasing horse.

"Young master! Young Lord! We have no ill intentions, my name is Dawa, and it was Princess Dolma who sent me to find your young master........." The chasing rider shouted and lifted his hat.

When Li Ang saw it, it was actually a woman, with black hair flying. Her appearance can only be said to be upright, not very beautiful, but she has a heroic temperament. As soon as Li Ang heard him call himself a young master, and mentioned Princess Zhuoma, he was basically sure that she was from the Subi tribe.

"What did she tell you to come to me for?" Li Ang pressed his hand on the hilt of the knife and asked in a deep voice.

Seeing that Li Ang was still on guard, she hurriedly stopped the war horse ten steps away, and then spread out her hands to show that she had no intention of attacking: "Young master, you should have seen the princess's letter, the princess is your biological mother, the princess sent me to find the young master, is ......"

"Don't be no, I'm a Tang person, not your young master, you are mistaken, I picked up that golden knife, and I only asked someone else to send it to your princess just to get out. Go back and tell him that you don't have to come to me, I'm not her child. ”

Li Ang said solemnly, in his heart, he didn't want to admit that he was a Suvi at all, and he didn't even want to admit that the biological mother of this body was Princess Zhuoma.

"Young master, the princess said that she would not recognize the wrong person. There are many similarities between your appearance and your biological father, and the princess said that it is definitely not a coincidence. I've also checked, there is a legend in Shanzhou that you first appeared in Siguniang Mountain in Jiannan, which is where the princess lost the young master, young master, the princess is your biological mother! How can you not admit it? ”

Dawa said, his eyes turned red, Li Ang saw that she was unwilling to give up, and he couldn't bear to kill her, and he was worried that Zhang Shaokang and them were coming, so he had to say to her: "You go back first and let your people avoid it, don't be bumped into by my guards, I will wait for you in the mountains and forests ten miles ahead." ”

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