Turbulent Times Chapter 975: King of the Mountain of Terror

The black-faced mountain king rushed towards the battle formation while shouting loudly: "You get ten taels of silver for killing a person. I'm here. Lu's dare not speak is not counted. Kill me."

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

Wang Junlin asked Zhang Tiangang to call over a dozen masters to stand in front of the black-faced mountain king, preventing them from breaking down the army formation.

With a distance of more than fifty steps, the horses arrived quickly, and the black-faced Ershan King rushed to the front. The long sword in Zhang Tiangang's hand pierced his chest like lightning.

"Good time!" In the blink of an eye, the black-faced mountain king raised a copper stick more than one foot long in his hand.

"Dang Clang!" The long sword in Zhang Tiangang's hand was lifted a few feet away, and even his whole body was thrown to the side. His expression changed, and he stabbed to death a bandit leader behind the black-faced mountain king with his sword. , and fell off the horse, and was directly trampled into flesh by the bandit war horses that rushed over one after another.

"The thief is a master, don't love to fight!" Zhang Tiangang exerted all his strength to control the trembling long sword in his hand, rushed past the mountain king, and simply led his men to kill the bandits behind him. He also wanted to intercept the King of the Mountain, but the numbness 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 beside the prefect , not to mention that the prefect himself can stop the thief leader.

There was no need for him to remind, the dozen or so masters rushing after him had already seen from the blow of the two of them that the black-faced mountain king turned out to be an enemy of ten thousand people. One after another galloped away, dodging the King of the Black Face Mountain, and rushed into the enemy's formation, sweeping up streaks of scarlet blood.

They are more than capable of dealing with ordinary bandits, and in two or three strokes, they smashed the bandits behind the King of the Black Face Mountain to pieces.

That black-faced mountain king doesn't care about the life and death of his subordinate Erlang at all. Riding his horse and holding a stick, he fixed his eyes on Wang Junlin, who was wearing an official uniform in the battle formation, and shouted loudly: "The head of the two hundred thousand taels of silver belongs to me." His head was smashed into pieces.

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

During the speech, he had personally come to intercept the black-faced king.

"Shan Xiongxin, don't stop him, let him in." Wang Junlin shouted loudly, he knew that Shan Xiongxin was not his opponent either.

"Perfume is in charge of the overall situation. Spring and Autumn Slave and Insect Demon will protect Perfume. I will meet the thief in person." Wang Junlin quickly finished speaking, and rode a blood-maned horse to meet him.

It was too late to say it, but it was soon. Following Wang Junlin's order, in the blink of an eye, there was no obstacle in front of the King of Heimianshan. , Straight to hit Wang Junlin's head.

Wang Junlin had already held the horse lance that had been hanging beside the blood-maned horse with his right hand, but suddenly raised his left hand.

The King of Black Face Mountain only heard a low scream suddenly, and an iron spike shot towards his chest in the air.

"Despicable!" The King of Black Face Mountain didn't care about smashing Wang Junlin, so he could only swing his stick to save himself first. Just as the first iron thorn was knocked away, another scream came, and the second iron thorn gleamed coldly and rushed towards the neck of the war horse under his crotch.

"Shameless!" The King of Black Face Mountain quickly swung his long copper stick to protect his mount. The second iron spike was shot down by him fiercely, but the third and fourth came one after another, one shot at a man and the other at a horse, driving him into a panic.

It was a miniature steel crossbow that Wang Junlin hadn't used for a long time.

After blocking the last iron spike, the King of the Mountain suddenly yelled, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and the horse "Xixixiu" under his crotch let out a long hiss, spread his hooves, and rushed straight towards Wang Junlin ,

Wang Jun Lin Gang. There was still a steel spike in the crossbow, but he stopped firing. The mount is unaffected and is obviously a rare BMW.

Looking at the two horses running towards each other, the distance between them is getting closer and closer, and the copper stick and the horse's spear are pointing at their chests, without shaking or avoiding.

Fifteen steps!

Ten steps!

Five steps!

"Look at the trick!" The King of Heimianshan let out a sudden cry. The body twisted sideways, the right hand stretched forward, and the left hand was flat. The one-foot-long iron rod no longer smashed, but pierced Wang Junlin's left shoulder like a poisonous dragon.

"Should die!" As if in agreement with him, Wang Junlin also rode his horse forward, twisted his waist and stretched his arms decisively, and the horse spear in his palm was like lightning, and pointed straight at the opponent's face.

Without any collision, Wang Junlin dodged the black-faced mountain king's copper rod at the last moment, leaving behind a cloud of black and cold light in vain. And Wang Junlin's Ma Qian was also dodged by the black-faced mountain king with a neat movement of lowering his head, and only a group of silver phantoms appeared in the midair.

"What a boy!" The two horses had just slipped their stirrups, and the King of Black Face Mountain immediately yelled. With the tail of the stick as the front and the head of the stick as the tip, look backwards for Wang Junlin's backbone.

Wang Junlin quickly turned around, and with a clean Haidilaoyue, he pushed away the barbed copper stick. Immediately, Ma Leng turned into a whip, which was pulled up by the one-handed wheel, and whipped towards the opponent's neck , "Die!"

When the wind comes, so does the sound of drinking. The King of Heimianshan didn't expect that Wang Junlin didn't look strong, but his arms were so strong and his moves were so strange. Quickly hide your neck and shrink your head, leaning your body against the horse.

The sharp cold wind flew past his head, sweeping up a strand of hair, and the next moment, a sharp ax flew out from the black face mountain king's ribs, hanging from the whistling cold The wind hit the blood-maned horse's ass.

Wang Junlin was startled, and was about to block it with a horse ax, but the blood-maned horse neighed angrily, and in the blink of an eye, it lifted its hind hoof sharply, and kicked the ax away with precision.

The war horses of both sides separated from each other at a very high speed. In a blink of an eye, each ran for more than twenty steps, and then with two angry roars, the horse's head circled and its tail fluttered, and they faced each other again and began to hedge.

The two horses roared and met again. The two people on horseback made two shots each, and then quickly separated. Wang Junlin's shoulders were numb from the force of the opponent's copper stick, while the King of Black Face Mountain was forced to scream strangely by Wang Junlin's unexpected tricks.

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 started to confront each other for the 21st time, beads of sweat appeared on Wang Junlin's forehead. This black-faced mountain king is so powerful , It's unbelievable, even stronger than Yuzimo and Li Xuanba, the two little perverts. Of course, Yuzimo and Li Xuanba are still young, and when they grow up, they will not be less powerful than this person.

The face of the King of the Black Face Mountain has already turned purple and black, and there is not much change to be seen. But his voice was already hoarse, and the sound he made was like a broken gong. From the initial "two hundred thousand taels of silver head" has now become "happy!", "good boy!", "good dog official!'

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