Xia Yang didn't expect anyone to come to this remote snow valley, and from their words, it seemed that they were preparing to spend the night in this snow valley.

Through the investigation of the divine soul, this is a small army of less than fifty people, led by a woman in red, with long hair and eyebrows, and two sharp swords in each hand.

What kind of person is Xia Yang? Just by looking at it, one can see that this loose contingent is just a scattered army, and it is by no means a regular army. And the leader of such a team was actually a woman, and he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

I saw that this woman was not very old, about in her early twenties, her face was extremely beautiful, her skin was better than snow, and she was about to move, like a fairy descending to earth. And she seemed to have just run away, and although she looked a little embarrassed and tired at this time, there was still a proud temperament on her face that could not be offended, which was quite moving.

However, Xia Yang, regardless of his will or vision, will never be easily swayed by women, and this woman is no exception, after a few glances, he shifted his gaze.

From the Mongolian soldiers mentioned by this group of people just now, he roughly judged that this was the end of the Song Dynasty, or the Mengyuan period, and judging from the fact that they all had martial arts, Xia Yang judged that there was a great probability that it was still a martial arts world!

This group of people quickly entered the snow valley, but what made Xia Yang frown a little was that they actually camped more than ten zhang away from the snow where his body was buried, which was by no means a distance that could make him feel at ease.

Although his body is buried under the snow, it is more than a meter high, not shallow, not deep, and there is still a possibility that it will be discovered by these people.

Although after more than half a month of healing, his injuries have basically stabilized, some of his internal organs have regrown, and the original only half of his palms and fingers have regrown completely, and he can even perform simple activities, but his body is still unable to move.

In addition, in terms of the original spirit, he has basically recovered now, at least the time of the out-of-body soul is much longer than before, and there will be no more headaches. However, with his current state, if he wants his divine soul to manifest, it is impossible to fight with the martial arts primordial god.

Of course, according to his senses, the woman in red with the highest martial arts in this group of people is about the innate level of cultivation, even if he is seriously injured at this time, he still has the ability to kill the other party, but if he forcibly makes a move, it will inevitably affect the injury and greatly delay the recovery time, but the gain outweighs the loss.

He will never take it lightly unless he has to.

Fortunately, with the cultivation of this group of people, if they hadn't deliberately dug three feet into the ground nearby, it would never have been possible to find that there was a living person not far from them, which also made Xia Yang feel a lot more at ease.

After watching the movements of these people for a while, he found that they had already begun to bury the pot and cook, and there was no threat to him, so Xia Yang simply ignored it, returned to his body, and continued to meditate and heal, planning to wait for this night, and the group of people left on their own.

However, it was less than a quarter of an hour, and before the group of people had time to eat, Xia Yang suddenly noticed the sound of a galloping horse, which was as fast as thunder from far and near.

The spirit quickly went out of the body and floated to the entrance of the snow valley, only to see a team of 100 iron horsemen, raising snowflakes in the distance, coming towards the valley at a very fast speed.

At a glance, this group of strong soldiers and horses, many of them are naked in this ice and snow, and many of them are wearing leather or animal skins, wearing all kinds of hideous and terrifying warrior helmets on their heads, with longbows and quivers on their backs, and long arrows inserted into them, which seem to be the Mongolian warriors who dominate the world.

Although it was evening, it was not yet completely dark, and the guards outside the valley soon discovered the arrival of this iron horseman, and immediately lost their souls, and shouted hoarsely: "Oh no, the Mongol Tartars have been killed!"

Hearing the exclamation of the sentinels outside, there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the valley, and just when they hurriedly turned on their horses and planned to escape from this snow valley, they said that it was too late, and at that time, more than ten Mongolian knights outside had rushed to the valley.

After running to the valley, the speed of the Mongolian people did not decrease but increased, the strong Mongolian people who took the lead jerked the horse's head, the people and horses suddenly jumped forward, and the gods crossed a sentry who fled in panic, when the horses were still in mid-air, the knight bent his bow and arrows, and the sharp arrows flashed, and in an instant the sentry who ran out of the valley was nailed to the ground alive, and then the horse's front hooves just hit the ground, and the knights who came after cheered in unison, continued to speed up and gallop, and in a blink of an eye they had entered the entrance of the valley, leaving only an arrow tail exposed, and the arrow that shook slightly, oozing a pool of blood red on the snow。

This group of 100 iron horsemen moved like the wind, and before the people in the valley could escape, they had to retreat back to the valley under the pressure of the iron horsemen, and their faces changed drastically.

A bare-chested and sturdy Mongolian man with a bow drove forward and said in an unskilled Chinese dialect: "Where else does Miss Qi want to go?"

The woman in red's face was frosty, and her heart couldn't help but sink, she had recognized that the knight who took the lead was the prominent figure of the Eastern Guards of the Mongolian Great Khan's personal army corps, and the quiver was the commander of Yan Lie.

You must know that the Mongol Empire started with war, the most important military power, and the Great Khan's personal soldiers are nothing less than the strength and capital of the Great Khan to maintain the imperial throne. The soldiers were divided into five guards: east, south, west, north, and center, and the strength of each guard was often maintained at 15,000 people. Therefore, if you can stand at the head of the quiver, you must have its amazing skills.

However, under heavy siege, the woman in red still had an undiminished bearing, and sneered: "You Mongolians have spared no effort to catch me, and you can catch up after running so far, but if you want me Qi Bishao to be captured, it is a fantasy, and if you have the ability, let the horse come." ”

The sturdy Mongolian man had not yet spoken, and then another horse drove forward, this person had a deep eagle nose and deep eyes, not the appearance of a Central Plains person, but carried a spear, and laughed loudly: "Miss Qi, I think you still give up the stubborn resistance, if we have the heart to hurt you, even if you have nine lives, all of them have been pasted, our Great Mongolian Empire's Si Han Fei Emperor has been fond of you for a long time, if the girl comes, you should be treated with courtesy." ”

The woman in red named Qi Bishao had a sad expression, a pair of beautiful eyes shot a determined look, and she didn't answer, her two long swords were raised high in front of her chest, needless to say, she knew that she had no intention of giving up resistance.

Seeing this, the eagle-nosed man's pupils couldn't help but condense, and his face turned cold: "Miss Qi, don't toast and don't eat and drink, I know that you are quite skilled, and you are determined to break through desperately, but you yourself are not afraid of life and death, don't you care about the life and death of these brothers under you?"