The two hundred and sixty years of super internal strength of a medium martial artist was very terrifying at this time, and as the tip of Chen Mo's sword provoked the arrow to fly back, the long arrow, which was far more powerful than the bow and arrow, pierced into the Tartar soldiers.

"Puff Puff"

The sound of random arrows shooting into the human body kept coming, and the Tartar soldiers who kept falling in front of the gate were frightened by Chen Mo's terrifying martial arts and kept retreating into the barracks.

"Boom"

The rejection horse flew into the camp, and this time several rejection horses directly killed a large number of Tartar soldiers and officers, and the old urchin saw that Chen Mo had killed so many people at once, so he shouted:

"I won't do it, it's better for you to kill me like this than to win."

Chen Mo's body shook and rushed into the messy crowd, the Yitian Sword in his hand shot out dense sword light in all directions, and the half-foot sword qi sprayed from the tip of the sword quickly harvested the surrounding tartars, and all the hundreds of tartars turned into corpses in a circle, Chen Mo looked at the little dragon girl and the old naughty boy who were taking care of a few little minions and said:

"What kind of ability is it to kill small soldiers, we have the ability to kill the big tent of the Chinese army, and it is our ability to kill their big officials here."

"Okay, that's it." The old urchin said with a quack laugh.

Although Zhou Botong was funny, he also hated the Tartars who invaded China, and his voice was still in his mouth and feet, and he catapulted to the top of a tent, looked at a huge camp tent a hundred zhang away, and said loudly:

"I'll go, little brother wait to see me cut off the head of the big official."

Zhou Botong's light skills once pursued thousands of miles with Qiu Qianren, who was known as an iron palm floating on the water, even that guy couldn't get rid of Zhou Botong's tracking, which was not ordinary, but he was defeated by Chen Mo before, at this time, in order to see who was stronger to kill the enemy, he was ready to storm the big camp.

The Tatar army, led by Temujin, fought as far as the Danube, and the field combat capabilities inherited from the elite of a hundred battles were extremely powerful. But this is the master of the barracks rushing to the camp, and when he saw Zhou Botong jumping into the camp tent, he could only shoot away with a burst of arrows.

Zhou Botong slapped his palms left and right sharply, the essence of the empty fist is that the void is empty, and the two palms slapped the arrows aside like a thousand-armed Guanyin for a while, but no matter how high his kung fu was, he couldn't take a step forward in the face of the dense strong bow and crossbow.

The twin swords in the little dragon girl's hands were already stained with blood. She swept forward with a little tiptoe and her white clothes fluttering, and with the tents of the large camp, her twin swords slashed at more and more Tartar soldiers as she swept away the spears that pierced her.

Chen Mo had already explained that the little dragon girl had attracted the Tartar's sight, and as soon as he saw her break into the Tartar encirclement, the Yitian Sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a three-foot-long sword qi and rushed forward in a straight line.

Chen Mo can be described as extremely violent at this time, a Heaven Climbing Sword was originally extremely sharp, plus the sword qi he forced out was only a sky of corpses and fragments of weapons flying along the way, and a blood-red liquid formed a huge attack that fell forward and formed rapidly, a hundred zhang away from slaughtering corpses. Seeing the big tent in front of him appear in front of him, Chen Mo leaned on the Heavenly Sword and rolled up the surrounding Tartar soldiers and prepared to rush in.

"Stop."

Qing Liang's majestic voice came out of the big tent, and the surrounding Tartars retreated outward like a tide, Chen Mo's eyes shrank and the invisible sword qi of the Heavenly Sword instantly converged, and as these Tartar soldiers retreated, Zhou Botong and Xiaolongnu fell to him.

"What's that?" Zhou Botong tilted his head and looked at Chen Mo and asked.

"I feel that there is a huge murderous aura inside, Brother Zhou and Long'er have to be careful." Zhang Bin leaned on the sky sword and pointed to the ground and said in a deep voice.

His own murderous aura permeates his whole body, so he is also very sensitive to murderous aura. The killing intent in it was subtle but strong, so he didn't rush into the big tent.

With a whooshing sound. A large group of people walked out of the big tent, and in the middle was a young man in his twenties and thirties, this man's nose was slightly larger, and he could see that he was not from the Central Plains, but he was dressed in Hanfu and looked very graceful with a smile on his face.

On the left side of the man, a tall man with a blue and lifeless face, holding a mourning stick in his hand to hold Guo Fu, who was being pointed, and next to him was a short Baotou Ah San with a black face.

On the right side of the man, a stout and silly man looked left and right. He was followed by a golden-haired bearded man covered in jewels and holding a soft whip inlaid with gold wires and gemstones.

These four people are not so important to Chen Mo, although Xiao Xiangzi, Nemo Xing, Ma Guangzuo and Yin Kexi are also masters of the Condor Gods, compared to the Golden Wheel Dharma King, they are not ridiculously different, compared to Chen Mo, it is simply like an adult bullying a child.

Chen Mo glanced at them casually, nodded at Guo Fu, who could only cry and mourn when he was dumb and looked behind the group. Where are the four old monks with withered faces and deep eyebrows.

These four old monks had plain eyes, dressed in white monk robes, and they were obviously from the Esoteric Sect when they looked at Chen Mo with indifferent eyes, but Chen Mo felt a chill on the bodies of these people.

Yang Guo was not there, and Yin Zhiping was not here, Chen Mo's eyes shrank and stared at the man who was standing a few feet away.

"Under Kublai Khan, the heroes arrived at the camp of our army, and they did not go to the camp gate to greet them and look at Haihan." Kublai Khan smiled and looked at Chen Mo and said.

This is Kublai Khan, one of the targets of Chen Mo's killing, this fake must have his intentions, but Chen Mo never acted with common sense, since he decided to kill people, he began to look for places around him where he could quickly get out after killing.

"Haihan, I'm Haihan, by the way, are you a big official here?" Chen Mo didn't speak, but Zhou Botong on the side was eager to ask.

Zhou Botong rarely cares about the major affairs of the world, so he doesn't know who this Kublai Khan is, this guy is the prince of the Tartars, and Chen Mo knows that this guy is one of the culprits who swallowed the Central Plains and almost exterminated the Han people in the Central Plains.

"I'm still a big official, I don't know why you are so aggressive and enter our army's camp?" Kublai Khan said with a smile.

Chen Mo pointed to Guo Fu, who was being held, and said:

"Miss Guo has been tied up by you, do we still need any reason?"

Kublai Khan still smiled very easily:

"This is Miss Yin Zhiping, it has nothing to do with us, since you are looking for her, let's let it go, Mr. Xiaoxiang will let this Miss Guo go."

Xiao Xiangzi pushed Guo Fu, this Guo Fu stumbled and rushed to Chen Mo's side, and the little dragon girl untied Guo Fu's acupoint with a flick of her fingers and pulled her behind her.

Xiaolongnu's handy hand with a flick of the hand seems to be completely empty, but most of the people present are masters, and they are stunned to see her so skillful, but the three of them broke into the camp before thousands of elites could not stop it, which shows that their martial arts are unfathomable. (To be continued......)

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