Anujan, the captain of the fourth guard on the greedy wolf, loved nothing more than to watch the lowly slave girls of his country howl in pain, cry and beg for mercy beneath them. More than half a year ago, he was still on the front line of the Mongolian Western Expeditionary Army, and he was very unhappy with the order to transfer him to the Southern Expeditionary Army.

In his opinion, letting him attack the Song who couldn't even defeat the Jin State that was destroyed by them was a question of his strength. At that time, his headquarters had defeated the allied forces of the Holy Roman Empire, and transferring him back was equivalent to moving to the left.

However, when he really arrived at the front line of the Southern Expedition, the previous unhappiness dissipated. The blonde and blue-eyed tall and rough woman was used to it, and the petite and delicate figure of the Han people also made him relish.

As an elite unit in the Mongolian army, the Greedy Wolf Cavalry and the Fourth Guard are the only squad that has not changed the captain of the guard for more than ten years, and Anujin's strength can be seen. On the one hand, because of Anuchim's strength, on the other hand, the fact of war is too ordinary. He joined the army at the age of thirteen, and now he is twenty-eight years old, and the time he has returned to his hometown in the past fifteen years adds up to only two years, and he also got married in the middle, which was a marriage given by the Khan, and it was a supreme honor.

The Mongols respected the strong, and there were often clashes in the army, and they usually did not sit down to reason, and they could use their hands and never move their mouths. So, wrestling boxing duels are naturally quite a few. Anucin participated in a lot of duels, because he very much disliked people who were weaker than him to point fingers at him.

Of course, people who are stronger than him criticize him, and he is not happy. His temper is not good, so the only way to make him obedient is to subdue him. Anucin in the duel will not spare his hand, he especially likes to punch others in the face, and every time he will put away the opponent's teeth that he knocked out. After washing, make a hole and string it as your own necklace. He had sixteen teeth on his necklace, which was his medal, proof that he could become the commander of the fourth guard of the greedy wolf cavalry, and that he could be married by the khan.

As the vanguard army, when he attacked Shaomu Mountain, more than a dozen Song women had been humiliated under his crotch, and countless civilians had died under him.

So, how can such a ruthless and arrogant person endure the bloodstains on his face and his embarrassed face at the moment?

It was a pair of cold eyes, looking at him coldly from the crowd of Mongol soldiers. Even if the short-haired Song man on the other side at this moment, the alien bastard who killed a thousand knives was full of disdain for him, and his anger could not be raised under that cold gaze.

Most people who kill like hemp are not afraid of death, and so is Anukin. But when he saw the owner of those cold eyes, he was afraid, just like you gazing into the abyss, it was an instinctive reaction.

"Fuck your mother's ass, those monks just now called you Senior Brother, you are also from Shaolin Temple, right?" Anujin asked angrily, holding a scimitar in his hand. At this time, he had only one purpose, which was to ask the person where he came from and complete the instructions of the gaze.

"Fuck the big brother, fuck the Shaolin Temple. Lao Tzu has nothing to do with Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Temple has exploited me for five million taels of silver, Shaolin Temple, you pay me back. Wang Jian shouted loudly, rushed to the door of the Shaolin Temple, and kicked angrily at the door of the Shaolin Temple.

Anujin was also confused when he saw Wang Jian's actions, he originally thought that Wang Jian was acting, but he didn't know that the monk outside shouted that the senior brother did a good job after Wang Jian kicked the door.

What the hell? Anucin was really confused. At this time, Wang Jian was still kicking the door, and the expression on his face was really terrifying. What are you still shouting in your mouth, open the door for me, don't hide inside and keep quiet, you have the ability to collect cash, you have the ability to open the door.

After being stunned, he was angry, and the other party's series of actions looked outrageous, but he didn't care more about himself. They were all around them, but the bastard was jumping up and down as if he were acting, and he didn't care about them.

At this moment, he saw the gaze of the Mongol army and grinned. "It's finally time to do it. ”

kicked under his feet and rushed directly to Wang Jian, who was still kicking the door. Those monks were still cheering Wang Jian up, and they didn't react to Anuchim, who rushed up. The scimitar carries the wind, like an eagle on the grassland that swoops down after seeing its prey, stretching out its claws towards its prey. "Die. ”

Wang Jian was also taken aback by the sudden knife qi that came from behind, but because he was kicking the door just now, his body was in a state of motion, and he turned backwards with the power of kicking the door. Anucin's scimitar slashed into the heavy wooden door of Shaolin with a thud, embedded in a few points. Anujin didn't expect this knife to fail, and there was a little more vigilance in the anger in his heart, he was able to dodge his own knife, and the other party had something.

Wang Jian, who dodged Anuchim's attack, stood still in the open space after turning over a few heel fights, saw that the opponent's knife had cut through the door of Shaolin Temple, and scolded angrily: "Do you know how to cherish public property! Shaolin's century-old mahogany gate is a cultural heritage!"

"Fuck you, you were still kicking there by yourself just now!" Anujin jumped and slashed at Wang Jian. Wang Jian dodged sideways, and attacked with both fists, taking advantage of the opponent's unsettled position to launch a counterattack. With the other party's sudden knife just now, Wang Jian already knew that this Mongolian had a bit of kung fu. At this time, although he was ridiculing, he was already engrossed.

Anucin saw that the knife was missing, and the opponent returned the punch, using the right foot that landed first, twisting his waist, and the knife turned to lift up, completing a turn and slash. Wang Jian had already taken precautions, his feet exerted force, his waist twisted, and the whole person flipped to the right, dodging the opponent's change of move in the rotation, and his own change of move hit the opponent's crotch with both fists, and Anucin flew out not far after the punch, and fell to the ground face down.

Wang Jian stood still and immediately rushed towards Anujin, who smashed on the ground, and before Anujin could relieve the pain, he also jumped up from the ground and launched a knife momentum. Seeing that Wang Jian had arrived in front of him at this time, he didn't use the knife, but he was afraid that he would not be able to do it at that time.

A whip leg slashed through the flawed gap in Anucin's knife technique, and kicked hard at the side waist, and Anujin almost couldn't slow down in one breath. Next, the opponent's right fist will also hit his left shoulder, and Anukin has just had this idea, and his left shoulder has been punched. And his own knife will cut off the opponent's left arm.

After the punch, Anujin was knocked back two steps, seeing that his knife only cut through Wang Jian's left arm, and did not achieve what he wanted. spat on the ground, thinking: The other party has dodged, it seems that the strength is above him.

Wang Jian looked at the knife on his left arm, and the blood was already oozing out and flowing downward. Before Wang Jian left the temple, as a senior brother, his natural kung fu was the strongest among the monks in the temple, and later Shaolin martial arts, so his kung fu was naturally the highest. The other party was on top of his imaginary strength, but Wang Jian didn't expect it.

Both of them had an idea in their heads, and immediately made another move. Anujan was no longer defensive this time, and his knife was much more fierce than before. Although Wang Jian had no weapons, his moves never stopped. The two fought together, and it didn't seem like a battle that could be resolved in an instant.

At this time, the monks and Mongolians outside were just watching from the sidelines, and Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan, who were hiding behind the bushes, were also fascinated.

"The Mongols really have strict military orders, so they didn't rush forward. Guo Xiang frowned, she was still worried about Wang Jian who suddenly appeared, although Wang Jian seemed to have the upper hand, but this was one-on-one, there were many Mongolians, even if Wang Jian could defeat the Mongolian general, he still couldn't solve the situation.

"I guess he wants to take down the opposing generals so that the Mongols can withdraw their troops when the time comes. Wen Yuan explained that this was the only possibility he thought of to break the game.

"No, I don't think it's useful, even if the Mongolian general is taken down by this hero, what if the Mongols don't care?" Guo Xiang had already noticed that the Mongol was acting very strangely just now, before he ordered to throw the torch, and before rushing up to cut Wang Jian, he was all after looking at the group of Mongolian soldiers on his side.

"Oh, too. When Wen Yuan heard what Guo Xiang said, he also felt a little reasonable. Because Anu King Kong was riding a horse, and his clothes were obviously different from other Mongolian soldiers, their first reaction was to regard him as a Mongolian general. However, among the more than 400 Mongols in front of him, there was also a cavalry of more than 20 people. The clothes of those cavalrymen were similar to Anucin's, and it was possible if the general was someone else.

"Which one do you think it will be?" Wen Yuan looked at the cavalry and began to look for the real general. However, it was the first time for him and Guo Xiang to see so many Mongols, and although those cavalry were different from ordinary soldiers, after a closer look, it seemed that the equipment of Anukin, who was now fighting Wang Jian, was the most different.

"It seems like that's really a general. Wen Yuan was happy in his heart, because Anujin could no longer withstand Wang Jian's offensive at this time, and it seemed that he was about to lose. But there is another concern in my heart.

"What if the other cavalry go up together?" Even if the hero who came here in front of him could win the Mongolian general's order, but the Mongolian general's martial arts were obviously not low, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted so long, and the other cavalry were also masters, and when he made a move, the hero would probably still be dangerous.

"That's right!" Guo Xiang suddenly thought of one thing, they came up from the trail under the mountain, and the martial arts factions below were still fighting against the Mongolian army under the mountain, so it would be good if they were outflanked by the trail and killed the Mongols by surprise.

Wen Yuan nodded again and again when he heard this, the series of things happened too fast just now, and they all forgot that there were martial arts factions below. As long as people from various factions of Wulin come up, then these hundreds of Mongols should not be a problem.

The two of them were just about to turn around and descend the mountain when a wail came from the other side of the platform. It turned out that Wang Jian on the other side had already succeeded, and after beating Anucin away, he successfully subdued Anucin. Those monks seemed to know that the senior brother could succeed, and when Anujin was beaten by Wang Jian and flew to them, they all let go first. Then they surrounded Anucin and Wang Jian, who was holding Anujan.

"Your general is in my hands......" Wang Jian had just prepared the line, and took it back to his mouth.

When he fought with Anujin just now, he paid attention, and the Mongols didn't make a move. At this time, after they succeeded, the Mongols all drew their knives, and one by one they obviously wanted to do it.

"It's over!" Guo Xiang covered his mouth and exclaimed, sure enough, just as they thought, those Mongolians didn't care about the Anujin in Wang Jian's hand, and one by one they drew their knives and rushed towards the monks who were once again in a circle, and the handle of the knife reflected the bald head close at hand in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Wen Yuan's heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating. He knew that it would be a bloody picture later, and he was going to cover Guo Xiang's eyes, he didn't want Guo Xiang to see the cruel picture next. He didn't want to look at it, although he felt unspeakably uncomfortable and angry at this time, he didn't intend to close his eyes or look away. He had seen it ten years ago, and just as Wen Yuan's thoughts were about to turn back to ten years ago, a shout appeared.

"Stop, let go of those monks!"