Danba pulled like this, but it seemed to be dragging a whole stone, and Fang Hong's body didn't move at all, which made him secretly surprised. It must be that this person's body is made of steel, otherwise I wouldn't even have any fluctuations under this drag.

He didn't know that Fang Hong had often used gold, jade, lead and mercury to cleanse his body recently, and his body contained a powerful golden stone essence, and this body was naturally a lot heavier.

"Do you make a move or do I make a move?" Fang Hong smiled, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and shouted to Yang Jingye outside.

Yang Jingye shrank outside the carriage, looking inconspicuous, just like an ordinary family. After listening to Fang Hong's question, he got up, "I'll come, you keep some strength and let you make a move later." ”

The conversation between these two made Danba a little confused, what does this mean? Could it be that this seemingly taciturn man is ready to act against so many Mongolian cavalry alone?

Danba only felt that the two of them were crazy, Tibetan Buddhism, whether it was Tantra or Sutra, had many methods for practicing martial arts. Some powerful masters, it is not a problem to be ten. However, now there are more than 30 Mongolian cavalrymen. No matter how powerful a master is, he can't compete with these cavalry.

The cavalry came and went like the wind, and they could fight and retreat, whether they were impacting with horsepower or retreating quickly, they were all very free. If you're alone, it's easy for someone to fly a kite.

"Dada. "At the head of this cavalry was a man in a fur robe, with a brass ring hanging from his right ear. The horses under his crotch were as small and sturdy as his whole body. In his hand, he carried a scimitar, and the whole person looked very murderous.

As he approached the carriage, the man not only did not slow down, but whipped his whip and sped up the speed by a few points. It was not until they were less than a few feet away from the carriage that the reins were pulled abruptly, and the horses immediately turned and went to the side.

Between these breaths, he displayed a superb riding technique that only such nomads who had grown up on horseback could have mastered.

"Whew. However, just when the horse had just turned around, Yang Jingye suddenly made a move, and his right palm suddenly leaned forward and grabbed one of the horse's hind legs.

You must know that the power generated by the fierce horse in the gallop is extremely terrifying, and if it is replaced by someone else, it will be like a grasshopper shaking a tree.

But what kind of strength Yang Jingye is, a well-deserved master of boxing, kung fu has been practiced to the bones, and he has begun to refine blood and change marrow. Under such a pull, the horse's momentum was stopped.

"Ang. One leg was grabbed, and the horse immediately became unstable and fell to the side. The cavalryman on horseback, under the great inertia, fell forward.

"Bang. The whole horse slammed to the ground, smashing the soft meadow a little. The cavalryman was even more miserable, breaking a few bones and screaming on the ground.

"Battle is cowardly!" The cavalry around saw this man fall to the ground, and immediately shouted and quickly surrounded him. Cowardice is a Tatar title of nobility, and although it is of a relatively low rank, it also belongs to the ruling class.

These people were just about to get off the horse to help Battle, Yang Jingye's whole person had already jumped, his feet were slightly forced, and the whole person was like a cannonball that had just come out of the barrel, fast and urgent.

His left and right palms seemed to have turned into iron tablets, and as long as he struck down, one person would inevitably be beaten and fly out. Of course, when he made a move, he also collected some strength and did not kill anyone. After all, these people were Tatar cavalry, and if they were killed, they might attract the Tatar army to encircle and suppress them.

"Bang bang bang. I saw Yang Jingye's palms flying, and then I saw a group of cavalry being lifted one after another, one by one being beaten out more than a foot away, and their noses and faces were swollen and fell on the grass.

"Stand back, stand back! Shoot the arrows!" The rest of the cavalry saw that this man was so brave, and immediately flicked the reins and quickly retreated backwards. After getting a little farther away, they quickly bent their bows and arrows and shot towards this place.

The Tatars are naturally good at riding and shooting, even on top of the fast galloping horses, the head is still not weak, and the slender arrows are all shot towards Yang Jingye's body.

"Hum. Yang Jingye stretched out his hand and pulled on the placket, and his coat was pulled off. He shook slightly, and the robe in his hand was like a superimposed wave of water, blocking the path of the arrows. As soon as the arrows struck the garment, they were deflected, and he simply rolled up the robe and wrapped it up, and he caught all the arrows.

Those cavalry were still waiting to shoot again, but Yang Jingye threw all the arrows out with his head and face. The speed of the arrow shot was even faster than that of the previous strong bow.

Those people barely reacted, and they were all shot to the ground. The team of about 30 people was completely destroyed.

And Danba on the side was stunned, is this still a human being? A person has overturned more than 30 Tatar cavalry in full armor and riding fierce horses, is the master of the Ming Dynasty so powerful?

He glanced up at Fang Hong and found that Fang Hong's face was very stable, and he didn't care at all. His heart was awe-inspiring, no wonder these two people dared to rescue the Great Khan, and they really had amazing achievements.

"It's too slow to ride the carriage, let's take a horse instead, you can ride a horse." "These thirty or so Tatar cavalry have all been defeated, and their horses are naturally Fang Hong's trophies. As Fang Hong spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Danba.

Danba nodded, in the vast and sparsely populated Wusi Tibetan region, he had to ride a horse to travel, and he was familiar with equestrianism.

Fang Hong nodded, and then waved his hand lightly, and the three strongest of them approached at a trot. He jumped straight out of the carriage and rolled over and climbed onto a horse.

Danba also chose one, and then carried Pubu on the horse. As for the little lama Basang, he rode with Yang Jingye.

Before leaving, Yang Jingye also took the hemp rope and put on four horses as a backup. After all, this place is still a long way from the Nalu Royal City, and if there are no other horses to rotate, it will definitely not be able to hold on to the destination.

"Woohoo. The three of them skillfully manipulated the horses under their crotches and quickly disappeared into the depths of the savannah. Only the cavalry, still lying on the ground and groaning, did not stop moaning until it was dark, and their people found it, and luckily picked up a life.