Reply Revenge of the Swordsman
The Journey of the Monk Ji Disciple

The hearts of these two young warriors were moved, apart from their teacher, Monk Ji who was once also a great warrior and also an opponent of the vile government.

The two left the clothing store and went on a journey that certainly helped the weak and oppressed.

That day they arrived in a forest with a direction to Kian Su Province to the west where the water channel was done to connect the Yang River with the Huang River.

They did not know that at this moment they had been in the northern Yang valley area, either, and thus they have entered the territory where the government forces are stationed around the canal to keep the forced workers safe.

"Sister Han wen, we should rest here first. The hot sunlight is not playing!" exclaimed a handsome young man once to a young man who was no less handsome.

The two of them entered a small forest, the two young men were nineteen at most. The two handsome and handsome youths were also dashing his movements were nimble, the hilt of a pair of swords appeared on his back.

"Alright Tan Li's sister" Han Wen replied

Inside the small forest they both sat under a large tree, took off their hats and fanned to their necks to dry up the sweat.

These two young men had absolutely no idea that ever since they entered the forest, many pairs of eyes followed their movements.

Before long they saw a man in his forty years, dressed as a commander or officer of the Goan royal government guards, oversized clothes protected by steel scales, and, luxurious and beautiful war clothes. This officer's hat was adorned with beautiful fur as well.

"A dog given a bone will shake the tail lick the hand without caring who the giver is. A man of valor has a noble stand

better to die than to be a traitor to the nation!" tan Li exclaimed very furious with the officer.

"Serving the king of the invaders oppresses the people more despicable than an accursed dog." Tan Li continued.

The big tall man dressed as the guard officer became furious.

"Reply and arrest the rebels!" exclaim that officer.

Tan Li and Han Wen moved their hands and they had already pulled out their swords. Tan Li whipped out a pair of swords and crossed the two swords in front of the chest, while Han Wen plucked out a long sword that was thrust out in front of his face. These two people did not seem daunted, at that time from behind the trees and shrubs there were a lot of people, namely the guard troops who were in charge of guarding the region.

No less than thirty soldiers surrounded the two young men, headed by men dressed as commanders or officers of the Goan royal government guards earlier.

"It's a pity that you will be exterminated by the other rebel hordes we are pursuing. You'd better give up and surrender to me, the Great Bullet of the Sakti, Mo Yo!" exclaim men dressed as commanders or officers of the royal Goan government guards.

"Based on traitors of the nation, don't be too chatty!" Makian Tan Li and he had already lunged forward, turning his pair of swords.

There were cries of pain and the two besiegers closest to him had collapsed bathing in blood.

Han Wen who stood closer to the officer, without saying much more lunged forward as well. Han Wen's sword flashed swiftly and forcefully, its rays dazzling the eyes.

Start two brothers like that were ganged up. When the officer named Mo Yo had fended off Han Wen and Mo yo's sword was surprised because the handsome young man was very good at using his sword style.

Tan Li and Han Wen may be two powerful young men who have high silat science and are difficult to find a match and difficult to be torn down.

But this time they faced the bulldozing of thirty more Goan royal guard troops consisting of strong and wild people, who were used to fighting, had been used to fighting, and led by Mo Yo who has a science of cleaver is quite shrewd.

Even though the two mighty young men were raging, they were still tightly confined and

desperate great. Meeting the confinement of the enemy, many weapons that come storming, making them difficult to take down the opponent, because their attention is aimed at the threat of dozens of sharp weapons that come like the rain, to protect their own bodies.

Seeing the situation of these two weaker opponents Mo Yo repeatedly urged his men to tighten the siege.

"Ha...ha...ha...! anyone who can catch them will receive a huge reward. If you can't be caught alive, you can kill him!"mo Yo exclaimed which made the four men more violent.

The siege grew stronger and at a insistence Tan Li was injured on his left thigh, while Han Wen was hit on his left shoulder, with the handle of a spear.

The two young men were injured, yet they were bluffing their teeth and fighting continuously.

"Ha.ha...ha...! are you still not giving up!" mo Yo exclaimed with her signature laugh.

Suddenly there was a loud clap and Tan Li's beleaguered body was grabbed with a high jump, instantly plunging towards Mo Yo.

This officer was startled and tried to fend off with his machete. But what attacked him was a pair of swords whose movements followed.

Mo Yo managed to fend off the left sword, but the right sword slashed at his neck. Mo Yo quickly threw herself aside.

"Heavy...!" exclaiming the shrill Tan Li.

"Aaaargh...!" mo Yo exclaimed that toppled over the body and continued to roll over to avoid any follow-up attacks.

Quickly his men locked up Tan Li again, and Mo Yo swore because his shoulder was wounded by the sword. And blood also spilled.

After sticking the medicine and getting bandaged, Mo Yo used her left hand to hold her machete, advancing again to lead her men.

"Kill 'em! Kill...!" mo Yo was furious.

Suddenly there was a reply to Mo Yo's cry, which was heard by several girls.

"Kill 'em! Kill the Mongol lackeys..!" the voice of the woman in the sea, and there appeared those whose clothes were not in need.

They were tattered there were even bare-chested, flat-faced men whose bodies were thin and pale, flat, but they were led by two beautiful girls who ran amok like two dragons.

Fifty men, even though they saw their movements, could not be called experts of battle, but they were fighting with great vigor and great fortitude.

It is clear that their hatred for these Mongol guards was overflowing and that this was why their way of fighting was terrible and terrible.

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