Zhang Yuan's spirit was condensed, and the fatigue of chasing was like dust, swept away. The man sat on the horse, and the tiger roared the wind gun and slapped the ground slightly, and the invisible murderous aura scattered everywhere without any cover. The snow lion sitting down was excited to hit the ground, making a loud nasal sound, and his clear eyes were slightly red.

choke…………!!!

Wulianghetai felt Zhang Yuan's energy pulling, and pulled out a scimitar full of gems. The scimitar was like a full moon, with a silver sharp edge full of chill.

"Encircle them...!!"

Zhang Yuan slowly raised his left hand and stared at Wulianghetai. In the confrontation between eyes and momentum, both sides did not decide the outcome.

"You are defeated!" Guliang Hetai suddenly said, "In your heart, I'm not sure to deal with me!"

"Is that true?" Zhang Yuan was as firm as iron, without being affected by the other party at all. He slowly lowered his left hand and held the reins of the snow lion: "There are many sharpshooters in the Mongolians. I don't want someone to suddenly intervene when I want to kill you, and then let you escape!"

Wuliang Hetai did not accept the words without comment. The expression on his face seemed to mock Zhang Yuan, and his mouth was still calm: "I have always been curious. What made you give up the Han Dynasty, which was internal and external troubles, and choose the Yuan Dynasty, which was thousands of miles away?"

"The Han Dynasty? It's enough to have Liu Bang and Xiang Yu! In the Yuan Dynasty, you Mongols are playing with other forces as toys. How can I do it without me?" Zhang Yuan said, still not relaxing his vigilance towards Wulianghetai. His words seemed absent-minded, and he wanted to seize the fleeting opportunity that could appear at any time.

Wuliang Hetai did not take action because of this. He fought on the battlefield for a long time, conquered cities and destroyed countries, and seized countless treasures. Although he was over 40 years old, he still maintained his peak. It is precisely because of this that he was not sure about Zhang Yuan, a even opponent.

At this time, whoever takes action will make a decision first.

"Really? Do you really think that with your small force, you can fight against the entire Yuan Dynasty?" Wuliang Hetai's words were calm, but his tone was particularly annoying. Especially when facing Zhang Yuan, it was as harsh as a needle. In terms of language art, even Zhang Yuan, as a modern person, lost a little.

"Okay! The conversation is over. Let me see your true abilities!"

Zhang Yuan was still moved, but he understood that if he continued to talk, he was afraid that he would lose a lot. So, Zhang Yuan made a quick decision and ended the conversation neatly, shook the reins and shouted: "Snow Lion, rush!"

"Young man..."

Wulianghetai sighed as if he was talking to himself. The voice was very light, but Zhang Yuan could clearly hear it. And there was a nameless fire burning. He gritted his teeth and tried to calm down the slightest waves in his heart, telling himself that this was Wulianghetai's trick, which was to anger himself.

"You have such skills, you should have fought with me long ago, so why should you delay it until now? After all, your strength has not yet fallen, and your heart has matured and old!" Zhang Yuan shouted violently, and his momentum suddenly surged. The tiger roaring wind gun in his hand tore the air, causing a burst of sound explosion, and thunder attacked Wulianghetai with great force.

There are countless ways to refute the Wuliang Hetai, and it makes Zhang Yuan even more popular. However, he has no time now. The distance between the two sides is only fifty meters away. At full speed, it is only a few seconds. Now he is not too late to fight the enemy wholeheartedly, so how can he tell even a little bit of his heart?

The moment the war horses intersected, the two horses seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship, and they took action together. The front hooves of the war horse were raised and stopped in an instant.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding…………!!!

In a blink of an eye, the two sides fought for more than twenty rounds and separated.

Zhang Yuan secretly took a cold breath. Wuliang Hetai was not as simple as his appearance. He thought that the other party was like other Mongolians, and they were not taking the domineering and arrogant route, but they were also straightforward. However, when they fought, Zhang Yuan felt that the opponent's strength was entangled, which was quite like Tai Chi. If he hadn't broken it back, maybe all the weapons were entangled by the opponent.

Wuliang Hetai's palm was trembling at this time. The tiger roaring wind gun was a heavy weapon. He guessed that, but he did not expect that Zhang Yuan's strength was so great that he was almost born with divine power, which completely subverted Wuliang Hetai's cognition. The strange man's roots and bones were normal and had poor combat awareness. Although his strength improved rapidly, he was just a mess.

The two sides went all out for the first time to fight, and it ended without both sides expecting each other.

After the two of them ran on their mounts for a while, they noticed that no one was chasing them, so they slowly turned around. Wuliang Hetai did not miss this opportunity and attacked at the right time: "It seems that you are weaker than I thought!"

"Is that true?" Zhang Yuan was calming down the surging blood at this time, looking at Wulianghetai with a torch, without opening his mouth, and using such silent eyes to fight back.

Wuliang Hetai felt a little disgusted, but he was an old fried dough stick after all, so he would not be affected. But he also knew that his words would have little impact on Zhang Yuan. So he stopped wasting his thoughts on those words that might affect Zhang Yuan and began to concentrate.

"kill!"

Zhang Yuan shouted suddenly, and the Xihe Army, which was originally surrounded by the Yuan army, moved and killed him in a diameter.

"Concentrate, if you can kill me, you will naturally win!"

The snow lion was rushing wildly, and Zhang Yuan suddenly shouted, and the mount of Wulianghetai accelerated instantly, and then arrived first, and the speed was not much slower than that of the snow lion.

It is also a horse with a thousand miles! It is a horse with a lot more experienced one than a snow lion!

The killing was staged on the battlefield. Compared with the Xihe Army who had arrived all the way, the Yuan army was even more unbearable. They were even more tired and fled all the way, and their physical strength and spirit reached their limits. After the initial resistance, the Yuan army no longer had the energy and tenacious resistance until the end of the war, and more than 300 Yuan troops were killed on the spot.

Wuliang Hetai was still affected. Even if he knew that this was wrong, how could a person get rid of the influence of emotions? So he was defeated. After more than 200 rounds of fighting with Zhang Yuan, there were seven or eight wounds all over his body, which seemed to be not many, but when he was evenly matched, a little bit of the gap would lead to death.

What's more, his mental state and physical strength are not as good as Zhang Yuan!

The spear penetrated into the chest and abdomen, and Wuliang Hetai asked with difficulty: "Can you ask you the last sentence? It's...you ordered..."

"Yes!" Zhang Yuan responded with a dignified expression, without feeling a trace of shame, and said, "Are you very unwilling to share your heart?"

"No, you... are very good..." Wuliang Hetai's gaze gradually dimmed: "I... will never let it go..."
Chapter completed!