LEGEND OF PRINCE OF YUE COUNTRY
AGAINST WEN ZHOU
"Hey black man, you are not tired of what keeps attacking, you see the sun is getting hotter..!"
"What if we take a lunch break first, the afternoon just resumed..!?"
said the Golden Mask while fending off and moving backwards.
"Dream there,..!"
"Don't expect..!"
"Dead there...!"
"Hiauat..!"
yan Liang replied confidently.
"Pilgrip...!"
Their pair of weapons met in the air very strongly.
The flames glowed as the two weapons clashed and rubbed against each other.
Now that their weapons are both attached to each other, they push each other while exerting all their strength.
"Hiaaaahh..!"
With one loud snap, the golden mask managed to push Yan Liang and his horse back 3 steps back..
After successfully pushing Yan Liang, with a quick movement the golden mask, pulled the reins of his horse.
He turned around, spurring his horse to flee.
"Little bastard, you,..! don't run..!"
"Give me your life..!"
yan Liang shouted furiously while doing a chase.
The Golden Mask continued to spur his horse to flee, leaving Yan Liang, as if about to return towards his troops.
"Hiaaaahh..!"
With one loud snaps Yan Liang made his horse jump high in the air.
Surpassing the horse of the Golden Mask who was trying to escape below.
As his horse leaped past the Golden Mask, Yan Liang from above instantly slashed his long machete, towards the head of the Golden Mask.
"Wussss..!"
"Catlaus..!"
The Golden Mask managed to fend it off, as well as the Golden Mask weighed down the pressure.
With the science of kati mercury, so that the horse is not strong and looks collapsed down.
But this was only the Golden Mask and his horse who knew, others thought.
So strong was the slash, when it collided with energy, the gold mask and his horse collapsed.
Yan Liang thought so, laughing proudly he said,
"Hey boy give up, as long as you crawl past my Lang kangan, I promise to forgive your little life..!"
"She.ha..ha...ha....ha..!"
As she laughed, she did not realize.
From the east and south there are fireworks, which are released perpendicular to the air.
Seeing that the thing he was waiting for had arrived, the Golden Mask immediately let his horse rise again.
Then he again spurred his horse to escape, seeing this of course Yan Liang did the chase enthusiastically and shouted.
"Where are you going, boy..!?"
As Yan Liang's horse got closer and closer to the horse that the Golden Mask was riding on.
The Golden Mask, suddenly turned his body to release 3 arrows towards Yan Liang with his cross bow from close range respectively.
"Serrrrrr,..!
"Serrrrrr,..!
"Serrrrrr,..!
"Cats,..!"
"Catlaus..!"
"Creebbbb..!"
"Argggh..!"
Yan Liang managed to fend off 3 of the two arrows, but the third arrow, managed to make him scream in pain.
Next to his eyes was pierced by the arrow released by the Golden Mask.
Yan Liang instantly fell to his knees from the back of his horse.
He looks tumbling down on the ground.
Elsewhere Pan Hong who saw there was a sign of an error, before Yan Liang was injured by an arrow and fell from the top of his mount.
He had already given the code to one of his generals named Zhang He.
A short but sturdy general.
Zhang He looked at the code from Pan Hong, he directly spurred his horse out of line.
Just as Yan Liang rose from his position in a dazed and confused state.
Where the triple spear was being aimed pierced him from behind.
"Catlaus..!"
The Golden Mask Spear was successfully repelled by Zhang He until it deviated from him.
Making use of the situation, Zhang He shouted, too,
"Sister Yan come with me..!"
Zhang He while yelling spur his horse, he also extended his hand towards Yan Liang.
Yan Liang immediately turned his head towards the origin of the voice, then he greeted Zhang He's helping hand.
Once a jolt, Yan Liang was now sitting in a piggy bank with Zhang He, who had escaped his horse quickly leaving the Golden Mask.
The Golden Mask did not make any pursuit, he simply shouted arrogantly.
"Hey who said he wanted to chop off my head..!"
"Let's go ahead here, why even run away anyway..!"
"Basar hen..!just good at squawking, apparently.."
"Huh,.ha..ha.ha .!"
said the Golden Mask retorted mocking Yan Liang and Zhang He who were fleeing.
"Wen Zhou you go ahead teach him a lesson,.."
pan Hong said calmly.
Wen Zhou saluted, then spurred his horse to leave the line directly approaching where the Golden Mask, was.
Wen Zhou was a man with a rogue face, with a thick mustache running across his lips.
"Ha.ha..ha..ha..!"
"Good good..!"
"Directly sent instead with human mustache Segede Ta Hi...!"
"Ha.ha..ha..ha..!"
said the Golden Mask provoked emotions by throwing taunts that were physical.
This of course, greatly hurt the feelings and emotions of his opponent.
But this was precisely what the Golden Mask wanted.
He certainly has intentions and strategies that only he knows about himself.
"Bangsattt, bring your life here..!"
Shouted Wen Zhou furiously as he brandished his spear towards the Golden Mask.
The Golden Mask was relaxed, waiting until Wen Zhou's spear approached his face.
He just moved his spear to fend it off.
"Catlaus..!"
Wen Zhou's spear whizzed towards him, others only saw the spear deviate.
No one knew except Wen Zhou, that his hand holding the spear felt stiff and trembling.
Until his spear felt almost detached from his hand grip.
Regardless of Wen Zhou's startled response, the Golden Mask spurted his horse around Wen Zhou.
So as to cause dust to fly, obscure the view of the audience over the ongoing battle in the dust and sand.
The Golden Golden Mask within the fog, launched his spear stab, surrounding Wen Zhou.
Wen Zhou had to turn his horse around, to avoid fending off the attack of the Golden Mask who was very fast strong and fierce, and difficult to guess the origin of his direction.
"Catcock..!'
"Catcock..!'
"Catcock..!'
The sound of guns clashing repeatedly within the fog.
Wen Zhou increasingly looked exhausted, his pair of palms, which were holding a spear were already blisters of blood.
It felt an incredible pain, each time having to fend off the attack of the Golden Mask which was getting stronger and stronger.
"Pilgrip...!"
"Bukkkk,..!"
"Babbbb...!"
"Argggh..!"
There was a sound of a clash of weapons, Wen Zhou who was used to fend off the attack of the Golden Mask.
But the strongness of the attack made Wen Zhou's spear slip from his hand grip.
Before Wen Zhou could do anything, a spearhead lashing the back of the spear landed on his back, followed by a spear eye stuck in his chest.
When the Spear was pulled out by the Golden Mask, Wen Zhou could only scream in pain.
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