Reply Revenge of the Swordsman
Friend is now the Opponent

"Ha! Real nice. Siok Lee has arrived!" Ang Han or Ang Kai exclaimed the head of the beggar's society of red silk belts with a voice of relief.

Since then this beggar's grandfather was silent and he who was the second person in the army of fighters who had high intelligence besides the Red fan Satan.

Secretly Ang Han had signaled to his men and was ready to gang up on Commander Thian Sung.

Actually, it has been a while these three great men came and saw when the army of fighters were locked up by a large army led by Commander Thian Sung himself.

The three of them were shocked and worried, knowing the shrewdness of Commander Thian Sung. Moreover Siok Lee who did not see his grandson and his disciple among the warriors, and his heart was very restless.

So he released his fire arrow to signal that his grandson was around the place to know that he had come.

And it was true that the fire arrow was seen by Siok Lan, but at that time Siok Lan was in a far place so that he could not quickly arrive there.

"Well, you three old geezers are alive! Ha ...ha..ha...! it's so funny to meet old friends in this situation. Ha ...ha..ha...!" commander Thian Sung exclaimed with a wide laugh.

Siok Lee who was older than all the figures who were beside him pointed his finger at the commander Thian Sung and his voice was firm and angry.

"Commander Thian Sung! between you, the three of us and the late Xiao Chen had a close friendship as a comrade-in-arms against the Mongols, Who would have thought, You can be persuaded and become an accomplice of the Mongol empire, who knows, and now even do not hesitate to oppose the warriors of their own nation!" siok Lee exclaimed excitedly and his shout reminded people of his football in youth first.

Arise the spirit of the fighters and automatically they move, forming a circle to face the enemy who has surrounded them.

"Ha.ha...ha...! Siok Lee turns out your guts still haven't disappeared and you're never old! Know that a wise man must be able to adapt to circumstances, fighting blindly without reckoning is not the practice of a wise man, but of a fool! I am a commander in charge and loyal to my duties and positions. I have to exterminate every rebel. But I still remember my own nation, so I propose. The rebellious men I could accept to be workers again and be forgiven for their sins. But its leaders including you, Siauw Hu and the mischievous old boy, must turn themselves in to make an offer to the king's city !" commander Thian Sung.

"Hem, do you think it's so easy that you'll be able to catch us? .ha...ha...! Commander-in-chief of the Mongols, try to catch Siauw hu !" said the old brat's bad grandfather while laughing mocking laughter

"Good! Now let me face you with the rules of the martial world! If I mobilize my ranks, of course you will all be exterminated and I do not want this. Now let us pit the intelligence of the rebel leaders against me and my subordinate officers. If you lose, your men must obey to become workers again, otherwise if I and my friends lose, let all of you let me

be free and I will not deploy my ranks" said commander Thian Sung.

''Now that's what a manly man said. Thian Sung if you still remember the courtesy of the martial world. Well, now I'm Ang Han the head of the beggar's society of red silk belts that will be the vanguard against you. Look at my sword!" exclaimed the beggar-clothed grandfather leaping forward.

His wand moved and then it had already turned into a sword. While his movements were very fast and his sword let out a whirling wind.

Indeed, this grandfather was famous for the sword of the Wind and with this swordsmanship, the beggar's society of red silk belts became famous.

The level of intelligence of Ang Han is already very high and if only a red fan demon is one among the fighters who can compensate for his intelligence.

"Wirr....!"

"The....!"

The extremely fast wind sword of his movement from Ang Han had suddenly been fended off by the long sword in Thian sung's hand and once the flames shot out to the right

left from the impact of the two swords, Thian Sung took two steps back, but the chief staggered and his face turned slightly pale.

"Ha.ha...ha...! The Beggar King was indeed not a mere empty name !" commander Thian Sung.

The fighters were a bit reluctant to do the braking, especially Siok Lee who already had a big name as a high-rise sword figure.

Down the hand ganged means to smear your own face and demean the degree of defaming yourself.

However, the heart and stance of the naughty old boy and Monk Ji were not as hard as Siok Lee. The two of them had once fought under the leadership of Thian Sung and already understood how high the knowledge of the commander, then now watching Ang Han compete and in some moves had been overcome and depressed.

Then they cried out loudly and jumped forward, Monk Ji moved his wand in his hand and this weapon was already roaring like a raging dragon.

As for the cheeky old brat while laughing, he had already pulled out his sword and it appeared that a wisp of glittering sword light was flashing about.

"Ha.ha.ha..ha is great ! Naughty old boy decades ago we were friends and today we are opposites. Indeed life must change, a lot of new spices happy! .ha...ha...!"

When the three old men ganged up on Thian Sung, a shadow flashed into the place in a manner like the three old men, jumping from a tree.

The shadow was none other than Siok Lan who immediately approached Siok Lee.

"Grandfather!"

For a moment the eyes of this grandfather were radiant and he took his grandson by the hand, then he looked again at the match with worried eyes.

"Grandpa let's help them!" exclaim Siok Lan with spirit.

"Stttt. You can't just intervene, it won't do you any good!" whispered Siok Lee.

Siok Lan looked dumbly and saw how big the high commander even if he was gangred by three but it turned out that his sword was great not playing.

His huge tall body stood strong like an iron tower, his sword moved with trembling force, felt as far as the wind of his sword and however much as three grandfathers would graze him, yet never can these three men's weapons touch.

Each time the sword in Thian Sung's hand was parried, even the heavy stick of Monk Ji with his powerful strength even though it bounced and almost slipped out of the handle.

"Grandfather, those three grandpas won't win, why don't they help grandfather?" siok Lee asked in a whisper.

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