Chapter 125: Western Priest

"Young prince of Liang, surrender!"

"You and your men have been surrounded by our Western Tartar Army!"

"You can't escape!"

As the high priest of the Western Lu, Samui's strength is unfathomable.

He stood in the distance, looking down at Wang An with a mocking expression on his face!
"You want me to surrender? No way!"

Facing the enemy's threat, Wang An did not retreat at all. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit and murderous intent!
He looked at the dozen people around him with burning eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a bloodthirsty smile!
"Since you are seeking death, I will grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body instantly burst into a terrifying energy wave!

Just listen to a loud bang!
He rushed out from the crowd with a spear in hand!
The tip of the gun emitted a dazzling light, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, which made people tremble with fear!

bang bang bang~
A series of dull explosion sounds were heard!

Those men in black could not withstand Wang An’s attack at all. They vomited blood, screamed miserably, flew backwards, and crashed into ancient trees. Their lives and deaths were unknown!
Just for a moment!

Eight or nine of the dozen or so men in black who were originally arrogant and conceited fell in an instant, and the remaining three or two were also seriously injured!
Samui's pupils contracted violently, her expression changed suddenly, and she stared at Wang An in disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing!
Just a short moment!
The strongest elite troops under his command were completely lost!
"Damn it!"

Samui cursed angrily, tapped the ground with his toes, and turned into a phantom and attacked Wang An!

At the same time, a jet-black scimitar suddenly appeared in his right palm, flashing a cold light!
"Prepare to die, little prince of Liang!"

Samui's white hair was dancing, he held a scimitar in his hand, and his strong internal energy was poured into it madly!

His body was as erratic as a ghost, making it hard to figure out!
Moreover, the scimitar was swung, sending out sword lights all over the sky!
"Ha~"

Wang An shouted coldly, and the spear in his hand shook violently, as if there were tens of millions of dragons and snakes tumbling and roaring, breaking all the dense sword beams!
"how come……"

Seeing that Wang An easily resolved the move he had used all his strength to attack, Samyi was extremely shocked!

"Take another shot from me!"

Wang An shouted loudly, turned his wrist, and the spear drew a semicircle and stabbed fiercely into Samui's chest!
"Damn it!"

Samui cursed inwardly, and slapped out with his left palm, blocking Wang An's powerful shot!
"Bam—"

The huge air wave stirred up endless dust, submerging the two of them!

When the smoke cleared, two figures staggered back several steps from different directions and distanced themselves from each other!
Wang An steadied his body, raised his arm to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a strong coldness appeared in his eyes!
"I never thought that the former abandoned prince of Liang State, who was said to be a waste, would actually have such strength?"

Samui clenched his fists, and the strong and powerful true energy gathered between his arms, faintly forming a substantial pair of boxing gloves!

This is the martial art he is best at - Iron Wall Kung Fu!

"Go to hell!"

Samui's speed was faster than lightning, and he rushed to Wang An in the blink of an eye!

"Oh, good time!"

A cold light flashed in Wang An's eyes!

He just kicked his toes hard on the horse's back and rushed towards Samui like an arrow!
The two men clashed instantly!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The harsh sound of metal colliding with bones resounded through the night sky!
"Ah~!"

Samui couldn't help but cry out in pain, and his entire right palm twisted.

He was filled with shock. He had never imagined that a mere young prince could have such overbearing and powerful strength that he could even completely suppress him.

"Oh!"

Wang An took advantage of the victory and punched Samui hard to the ground!
Puff! Samui spat out a mouthful of blood, and half of his body sank into the mud!
"Bastard, I want you to die...ah~~" Samui roared with gritted teeth.

Wang An snorted coldly and stepped on it again!
Click, click~~
A crisp sound of broken bones spread all around, and Samyi let out a shrill wail: "Ah~"

He felt like his bones were about to be crushed by Wang An!

"presumptuous!"

An icy cold voice suddenly sounded!

Then, a sharp sword flew into the air!

Wang An raised his eyebrows and quickly dodged to the side.

Ding~!

The long sword was inserted deeply into the ground, leaving a hole about an inch deep, showing its sharpness and edge!

"You dare to hurt the prince, you must pay the price!"

As the voice was spoken, a woman in black walked out slowly!
She was wearing a black long dress, her figure was well-proportioned, her facial features were dignified and beautiful, her skin was white as snow, but her eyes were extremely cold, giving people a creepy feeling!

"Master Brother Samui!"

Wang An knew this woman in black!

This is Samui’s junior sister, also a master from the Western Tartars!
"Hahaha, good, with your help, I will definitely kill this beast today!"

Samyi was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately felt full of infinite strength, sweeping away his previous dejection!

Wang An frowned slightly. He could clearly feel Samyi's aura suddenly surge!
Soon, an invisible barrier enveloped Samui!
"Is this the shielding technique that only Grandmasters are qualified to comprehend?"

Wang An whispered, his face becoming even gloomier!

Although he possesses the incredible ability to fight against opponents of higher levels, he is definitely not someone that just anyone can defeat!

"Boy, your life belongs to me!"

Samui gave a sinister laugh and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot!
"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Almost in an instant, Samyi's figure had circled around Wang An!
He clamped the horse between his legs, held a scimitar in his hand, and pounced forward like a dragon emerging from the sea!

"Qiang~!"

Wang An's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he suddenly drew out his spear to meet the enemy!
Ding~! Ding~! Ding~!

Sparks fly!

Wang An held a spear and fought fiercely with Samui. Every time they crossed paths, there was a sound of clashing swords!

The two fought hard and were evenly matched!
However, as the battle progressed, Wang An gradually fell into a disadvantage.

After all, he had just fought a fierce battle with the top general of the Western Tartar Iron Buddha, and the internal energy had long been exhausted. At this moment, he was barely holding on and had reached his limit!
"Damn guy!"

Samui became more and more frightened as the fight went on!

This kid's strength is so amazing that even if he tries his best, he doesn't have the slightest advantage, but is instead at a disadvantage!
"What kind of Kung Fu has this kid practiced? Why can he burst out such terrifying combat power?!" Samyi pondered in his heart, his face becoming even gloomier.

"Die!"

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly increased his strength!
Rumble~~~!

The air around Samui was surging, as if there was thunder!

"Ok?"

Wang An frowned slightly, feeling a hint of threat!
(End of this chapter)