Wu Liangjiu's heart immediately turned into a storm.

The black-robed king Agula has not been around for a long time, but he has already become famous. He led the Klei tribe to defeat the Naiman tribe and unified the southern barbarians. He also showed his strength during the Northern Yi civil war.

Known as the new generation leader of the grassland barbarians!

Under his leadership, the Kled tribe prospered and became stronger and stronger!

Such a famous person, he is not a barbarian, but a Central Plains person!

Who would have imagined it if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes?

Crazy!

Yellow skin, Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Wu Liangjiu thought he had seen it wrong, but it was indeed true.

After a brief absence, he came back to consciousness instantly. The hairs on his body seemed to stand on end. This was a sign of danger. A black shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

He broke out into a cold sweat, losing consciousness in such a chaotic battle was simply seeking death.

Wu Liangjiu subconsciously and almost instinctively raised the scimitar to block.

"clang!"

A sound of gold and iron clashed, and even sparks appeared.

Then he felt a powerful impact, which made his jaw go numb and almost burst open.

He forced himself to hold the scimitar tightly, and used his other hand to hold the front end of the blade and gritted his teeth to support it.

You cannot relax at this time.

Only then did Wu Liangjiu notice that the weapon used by the black-robed king was a mace, a rather thick mace with several ferocious spikes exposed!

He blocked the impact with a machete, but the exposed spikes were about to pierce his body, and one of them was about to pierce his eyes.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The Vulture clenched its teeth tightly and did not dare to relax even a moment!

What a lot of strength!

The horror in his heart was even worse!

Wu Liangjiu considers himself to be an unrivaled warrior, but he still feels irresistible.

This feeling is like facing his father Wang Wuliangbao!

He stared closely at the man in front of him, his robe and cap had fallen down, and all he could see was a pair of white teeth, which seemed to be shining with a cold light.

The mace continued to press down.

The spikes were only a finger's width away from his eyes.

Wu Liangjiu knew that he could not hold on any longer.

"ah!"

He let out a loud roar, quickly pulled out his scimitar, stepped on the pedals with both feet, and used the force to hide back for half a minute.

There was a fork in the originally smooth blade, and the mace lost its support and fell on the horse's head due to inertia.

The spikes shining with dark light penetrated directly into the horse's body.

The war horse neighed in pain, the distance was strained, and the Vulture on its back fell off the horse.

His whole body was wet with cold sweat. The moment just now was really dangerous and he almost died.

who is he!

Who is the black-robed king?

Which Central Plains person is so powerful, except for Emperor Daning... he is...

Wu Liangjiu suddenly thought of someone.

Even people as far away as Beiyi have heard of his name.

Tall as an iron tower and majestic as a mountain.

Zhenbei King, Guan Zhongshan!

He is Guan Zhongshan!

Wu Liangjiu is not a man with brute strength, he thought of it in an instant.

He suppressed his inner shock.

The black-robed king of the Kled tribe is Guan Zhongshan. If this secret is revealed, the Kled tribe will definitely fall apart!

wrong!

He has let me see his face, then he will definitely kill me!

Thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, and Wu Liangjiu felt another cold light stabbing his back. He raised his head and saw his white teeth again.

Wu Liangjiu didn't dare to stop. He ducked and rolled under a war horse, and quickly stood up. At this time, there was a chaotic battle, and there was only a very small space. If the war horse fell, it would be trampled to death even if it was not killed.

.

Fortunately, he was quite agile. Wu Liangjiu stood up, grabbed the leg of the person next to him and pulled him down hard, while he took advantage of the situation and got on his horse.

The whole process was quite fast. Before he could sit down, the huge mace swept over him again.

You must know that there was a cavalryman next to him. He was swept away directly, and the sharp spikes at the front were about to pierce his body.

Wu Liangjiu subconsciously raised his knife to resist. A strong force came, and the blade trembled, causing his injured tiger's mouth to burst open.

What a brave man.

Wu Liangjiu's eyes were full of horror. He was considered a brave warrior in Wuliang Palace, but he had the reputation of killing thousands of people.

Now he is in such a mess that he can't even block two attacks.

This person is similar in strength to Father Khan, or even more powerful.

After two moves, Wu Liangjiu lost his will to fight and did not dare to fight head-on. Fortunately, he had his own bodyguards by his side.

"Kill him!"

The Wuliang Vulture shouted, but he himself did not dare to rush forward and huddled back. The tiger's mouth was broken and he couldn't even hold the knife, so how could he fight?

Seeing that the Uliang Vulture was surrounded by dangers, the Beiyi soldiers around him became anxious.

Everyone understands the principle of catching the thief first.

Guan Zhongshan rushed forward alone to kill the Wuliang Vulture without any guards around him, and was surrounded by Beiyi cavalry.

At the same time, several scimitars came over.

Guan Zhongshan's maces were placed horizontally to block them all, and the dense spikes blocked these scimitars and could not be separated.

He pushed hard, and several scimitars were directly shaken up. Taking advantage of this gap, he swept past, and all the surrounding Beiyi cavalry were swept off their horses.

So awesome!

Wu Liangjiu was once again shocked that this man actually had such fighting power.

He has begun to think about quitting.

However, the cavalry at the rear was surging, and it was impossible to retreat in the battle circle.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Wu Liangjiu started talking, and at the same time, several more cavalrymen charged towards Guanzhong Mountain.

Guan Zhongshan was always calm.

He only used two moves to block and sweep, and the surrounding area was immediately cleared.

The Vulture was extremely frightened.

He has nowhere to retreat, and no one can protect him...

This time the mace was smashed down again, and the jaw of his right hand was shattered. He could no longer hold the knife and could only use his left hand.

He resisted again.

At the moment of contact, the scimitar was knocked down directly, and the mouth of the left hand was also shattered into blood red.

Both hands are useless!

"ah!"

The Vulture screamed in surprise and watched helplessly as the mace was smashed down.

Then he felt endless severe pain coming from his body, which was caused by several sharp thorns piercing into his body.

"You...are...guanzhong...shan!"

Wu Liangjiu murmured, his eyes full of unwillingness.
To be continued...