The lead thief is a super strong sweater, in his 30s, 2. Over 40 tall, riding a particularly sturdy earth-walking dragon, shouted to us: "Leave half of the food, and you can go, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"

Damn! This is too arrogant! Poor Dao was just about to start scolding, but the old horse said to me: "Young master, don't fight, they are berserkers!"

"It turned out to be them! No wonder they were dragged like this! They are indeed qualified to be dragged like this!" Poor Dao smiled: "You are only a few hundred, and you dare to argue with thousands of us, don't you think it's too much?" I said as I rode up to the front of the formation, and the old horse and others also followed.

"Hmph, we berserkers can fight a hundred!" the kid said

"Oh, really?"

"Of course!"

"In this way, I will give you one person, you will give you one person, go heads-up, and I will give you food if I lose, how about it?"

"Okay! That's it!"

"Old horse, come and move your muscles!" shouted Poor Dao

"Is this okay young master?" he was afraid that I would get stiff with the berserker, and it would not end well.

"People like them only worship the strong, we only rely on the friendship of the older generation, although we can get their help now, but after all, it is not a long-term solution, I want to completely subdue their whole clan! So I must subdue them first!" Poor Dao explained in a low voice

"Okay!" the old horse stopped insisting, and took an ordinary two-handed sword and went up.

The kid didn't take advantage of it, so he got off the ground and walked up to meet him. After the two exchanged a salute, they raised their swords and confronted each other.

The old horse was calm and relaxed, with a master's demeanor, put his sword on his shoulder, and waited for the opponent to attack. The kid turned out to be unhurried and not in a hurry, he confronted the old horse for a while, and when he saw that the old horse didn't want to take the initiative to attack, he said, "Look at the sword!"

After saying that, he rushed to the old horse, and his move surprised everyone on our side, how could his vigorous figure and agile speed look like a huge man? Didn't he match his body at all? I wondered if he was a monkey who had eaten hormones! What a pervert!

The old horse was also taken aback by his speed, but fortunately, after all, he has real talent and learning, and he has been in a hundred battles, although he is not chaotic, and he doesn't care about the changes in the opponent's attack, just according to his coming, a majestic sword slashed over, and it can be seen from the golden fighting spirit wrapped around the sword body like an entity that the old horse is moving with all his strength.

This shows that the boy is inexperienced, how has he ever seen a master who dares to fight with a berserker before? He said to himself, 'Who are the berserkers?'

Thinking about it, the fight still had to be fought, and in desperation, the kid had to change his trick and use the axe in his hand to pick up the sword. If you don't take it, you can't take it, after all, the axe is not as fast as the sword, although he is sure that he will also be killed after being hacked to death, but he is not mentally prepared, and he subconsciously changed his moves.

The old horse didn't care about him, and he cut it right, and with a loud bang, there was a burst of sparks when the two weapons collided, and the two of them retreated five or six steps before stopping. The old horse's sword and the boy's axe both jumped into a peanut-sized hole, but the axe was stronger than the sword, which shows that the old horse's fighting spirit was thicker than the boy, and the two of them retreated the same distance, which shows that the kid's strength is much stronger than the old horse.

Both of their arms were numb from the shock, and now they are constantly moving their wrists, trying to recover as soon as possible. So the old horse began to talk nonsense: "Boy!

"You're not bad, old fellow!"

"Didn't the adults in your family teach you that you should be polite to the elderly?" the old horse couldn't hold back his face

"Cut! the lackeys of the nobility are not worthy of my courtesy!"

"Lackey, it seems that I have to teach you a lesson!" said the old horse angrily

"You are worthy of it!" he said and attacked again.

The old horse stopped talking, and dodged a few times before he began to return fire. Presumably he recovered, the berserker's recovery power is really not covered!

This time, when the two of them fought again, they were not fighting hard, but fighting, trying to rely on the subtlety of tricks to win. Poor Daoxin said: "The berserker may have a problem with his IQ, right? The old horse is a veteran and veteran man, and he may have to fight hard to get a draw, compare swordsmanship and strain?

Sure enough, the old horse began to slowly gain the upper hand with his experience and exquisite swordsmanship, and after fifty moves, he began to leave a few tiny scars on the kid's body, and after dozens of moves, he simply kicked him in the head.

After that kid got up, his eyes were red, and he was about to go crazy with a roar! Poor Dao didn't want to make things worse, he might not be able to get out of bed for a few years after he became crazy, so he quickly shouted: "Stop!"

The old horse also knew the horror of madness, and immediately ran back when he saw me shouting to stop.

"Don't go!Why stop yelling! I haven't lost yet!" The kid was anxious and yelled, "You're here to fight me!"

"Okay! That's it, it's easy to get hurt in the fight, it's not good!"

"How's that going to happen? What about our bet? I didn't lose to him!"

"Well, you didn't lose!" said Poor Dao, "but it seems that you didn't win either?"

"We're going to fight!"

"Forget it, we're all a family, don't hurt the harmony!"

"Who's in the same family with your damn nobleman?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"It doesn't matter who you are!

The poor road was stunned, and said: "And a thief like you? No matter who robs it, I like it!"

"Less nonsense, leave things behind if you don't fight!"

"What do you think you can do with these 3,000 green dragon iron horses with just a few hundred people?" Poor Dao was also a little annoyed.

"What kind of bullshit Iron Rider, you said Qinglong? Are you from the Long family?"

"Otherwise, how could I be so polite to you, start pulling early!"

"You're not lying to me, the Long family is just a caravan this season!"

"Do you think I look like a caravan?"

"No, who are you?"

"I'm the lord who went to work!"

"You, such a little lord?" the boy laughed, and the people behind him laughed too, even the people behind me covered their mouths.

"Laugh at the fart!" Poor Dao roared angrily, "Do you still want food?"

"Yes!" the boy immediately stopped laughing, "but you really give!"

"!" Poor Dao said coldly: "Originally, with the friendship between our two families, I have to give it to you, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

"But you actually robbed me! and laughed at the master!"

"Hey, hey!" the kid was a little embarrassed, "I'm wrong, can't I?"

"Who are you from the Sword Saint of Fury?" "Looking at his skills, he should be taught by a famous teacher, he can last so long in the hands of Lao Ma, at least he is a golden intermediate warrior, once he goes berserk, hehe, it will not be a problem to clean up a master like Lao Ma!

"That's my father!" he said solemnly, "I am his son, and my name is Piru." ”

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