"Haha, these despicable Southern Barbarians are really fine-skinned and tender-skinned. It's a pity that it's too delicate, and the two little girls who were so bright last night died before they had enough fun. A middle-aged man with eyes like goshawks glanced at the beautiful woman's delicate body as bright as jade, and let out a smug laugh.

"Who makes you like those little beans who don't grow up, all of them are not yet ten years old, and their bodies are like bean sprouts, what kind of fun can they have." The beard pursed his lips and snorted disdainfully.

To play, of course, to play with such beautiful. A big fart bean can have a fart playhead.

While the two were talking, a Mongolian soldier in leather armor ran in from outside the main hall with a hurried face.

"Why are you so flustered!" The Mongolian general, who was sitting on the main seat, looked at the guards who came in a hurry, and his face showed obvious displeasure, and he shouted coldly.

A dignified Mongolian warrior, even in the face of life and death, he must remain as calm as he deserves. This guard was so flustered, it was really insulting to the demeanor of the Mongol warriors.

The guard heard the general's cold reprimand, knelt on the ground in a cold sweat, and said loudly: "Little prince, something happened to the little prince!" ”

The guard's voice was hurried and trembling obviously, and it was obvious that his heart was very uneasy.

As his words fell, the Mongolian general sitting on the throne stood up abruptly, his eyes turned into brass bells, he glared at the guard angrily, and said angrily: "Didn't he go to the Quanzhen Sect, how could something happen!" ”

The guards knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to speak at the sight of the tragic appearance of Prince Huodu's death.

A quarter of an hour later, when Huo Du's body was placed in the center of the main hall.

Everyone looked at each other and fell into a dead silence.

The Mongolian general looked at Huo Du, who had died miserably, and his eyes were filled with terrible anger, as if he wanted to burn this Tongguan to ashes.

He clenched his hands into fists with a crisp creaking sound, and the green tendons on it throbbed violently, as terrifying as a dragon coiling. The bronze skin, like a bronze cast in the light of the lamp, shimmered with a metallic sheen.

"Good, good, good!" The Mongolian general gritted his teeth tightly, stared at the corpse with a cold face, and coldly glanced at Darba and the others who were kneeling outside the main hall, and let out an icy hiss.

Huo Du is Zamuhe's only grandson!

Although he was executed for his confrontation with Temujin, he himself had great fame in Mongolia and was regarded as a Mongolian hero. Even Temujin lamented the execution of Zamuha.

Therefore, after the death of Zamuhe, the life of his descendants in the Mongol Empire was not greatly affected. Even because Temujin felt guilty, he received certain preferential treatment.

Now that the only bloodline of Zhamuhe died in the Southern Song Dynasty, even if he captures Tongguan, he is afraid that he will be punished when he returns to the royal court.

Thinking of this, the Mongolian general's eyes flashed with a terrifying chill.

How could he calm down with such an unwarranted disaster?

Outside the main hall, Darba and the others knelt on the ground with their heads bowed. Their swaggered figures, under the flickering lights, looked like strange and hideous sculptures.

At this time, they no longer had the fierceness of the Quanzhen Sect, and they knelt on the ground one by one with pale faces and bloodlessness, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Around the crowd, there were hundreds of Mongolian soldiers standing with soldiers in their hands.

They were all tall, dressed in characteristic sturdy leather armor, and their eyes opened and closed with a terrible chill, like the Grim Reaper from hell. Although there is no shortage of martial arts masters in everyone, under the gaze of the Mongolian warriors, they don't even dare to look at each other.

The Mongolian general's face was cold, he glanced at them obliquely, waved his hand, and said in a cold voice: "If they are all dragged down and beheaded, even the master can't protect them, what's the use of these minions." ”

As soon as he gave the order, the Mongolian warriors gathered outside the main hall walked out of the crowd with sonorous and powerful steps.

Everyone was suddenly full of panic, and hurriedly kowtowed: "The general spares his life, the general spares his life." It's not that we can't help, it's that the person from the Quanzhen Sect is too strong. ”

"Yes, that one is not a human at all, it is an immortal!"

"Yes, yes, that one is a land immortal at all!"

Seeing the Mongol warriors surrounding them, the crowd bowed their heads in horror and explained.

"Immortal, even if it is an immortal, General Ben will chop him up and feed him to the dogs." The Mongolian general's eyes were slightly raised, and he glanced at the people who were panicking and pleading, and his face was full of disdainful sneers.

Immortals, it's ridiculous.

If there were immortals in the Southern Song Dynasty, in the face of the invasion of the Jin State, there would be the shame of Jingkang. Not long ago, the war that entered Luo was not long ago, how could it be beaten like a dead dog.

It's not that the martial arts master himself has never seen it, even if he has some abilities that far surpass ordinary people, he can still set off waves in front of his 100,000 army.

These outlaws who dominate the world show off their might in front of others, but in front of them, they are not a group of lowly wolf dogs.

The Mongol general waved his hand disdainfully, disdainful of the words of the crowd.

He looked around coldly, his goshawk-like eyes flashed with a terrifying coldness, and he shouted coldly: "Order 30,000 troops, and go to Quanzhen early tomorrow morning!" ”

Huo Du is dead, and he must use the heads of the Quanzhen Sect to warn those so-called martial arts people!

It was dark and night, and the Quanzhen Sect Chongyang Palace.

Although it has experienced chaos during the day, under Mo Chen's intervention, the loss of the Quanzhen Sect is not great. Therefore, in just half a day's effort, the Quanzhen Sect has regained its calm again, at least on the surface.

In the Chongyang Palace, a middle-aged man who looked like a peasant man knelt in front of Ma Yu and the others, and kowtowed with excitement on his face: "Disciple Guo Jing, I have seen all the real people. ”

"I haven't seen it for a long time, Jing'er's cultivation is really getting more and more exquisite." Ma Yu stepped forward to help Guo Jing up, looked at him, and said with a smile.

Guo Jing showed an honest smile on his face and stood up from the ground.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the young man behind him, bowed his head and said softly, "Come on, come and see all the Dao Masters." Speaking of which, Qiu Zhenren is still your ancestor. ”

When the seven sons of Quan Zhen heard this, they all looked at the young man behind Guo Jing in surprise.

I saw that his figure was a little thin, but his face was quite delicate, especially the black and white eyes, which were full of cleverness.

Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Guo's face, and his face showed a look of surprise.

This look, isn't it!

Guo Jing glanced at everyone's expressions, saw Qiu Chuji's look of surprise, sighed and introduced Yang Guo's origin. After he finished speaking, he bowed down to the seven sons of Quanzhen, and said in a deep voice: "Guo Jing came this time in the hope that this child can worship Quanzhen." ”

The seven sons of Quan Zhen glanced at each other, and their faces showed embarrassment.

Ma Yu shook his head and sighed: "If Jing'er had come a day earlier, we would not refuse this matter." Just now, hey. ”

Ma Yu said, thinking of Mo Chen's disobedient appearance, he was both a little relieved and a little angry.

When Guo Jing heard this, his heavy brows furrowed, and his face showed a look of incomprehension.

At this moment, a panicked voice came from outside the main hall: "Master, it's not good. The disciple found traces of the Mongolian cavalry outside Zhongnan Mountain. ”