At night, Chu Liufeng had a nightmare as soon as he fell asleep.

Temoshenke with tens of thousands of iron horsemen had already killed the Ming Jingshi, and Yongning and Zhuoma Yangjin were chased and killed in the fleeing crowd.

The chasing soldiers got closer and closer, more than a dozen people entangled Zhuoma, and a soldier picked up a big knife and was about to slash at Yongning, Yongning burst into tears, closed his eyes, and softly called Chu Liufeng's name.

Zhuoma Yangjin over there screamed, and the people had already jumped over the heads of the soldiers to save Yongning.

Chu Liufeng woke up in fright, covered in sweat, and suddenly a woman's screams came from outside.

Or in a dream?

The screams came again, Arjuna's voice.

Chu Liufeng jumped out.

Inside the yurt, a few have fallen on the ground.

There was one who turned out to be Borkin, the leader of the Ao Han tribe.

Arjuna's white skirt was splashed with drops of blood, and the prince of Batu looked at the people on the ground with a frightened face.

The moment Chu Liufeng walked in, Arjuna's eyes were much calmer.

Borgin, on the ground, was bleeding from a hole in his chest, and he couldn't see that he could live.

Chu Liufeng waved his sleeves, Borkin's blood stopped flowing outside, and the pain on his face was reduced a little.

"Thank you! Brother Liu! Go away, I can't live anymore, Jin is ruthless, and he can do anything. ”

Borkin looked at Chu Liufeng gratefully, and then looked anxiously at one of the people fighting in the yurt, only to tilt his head and die.

The person in the fight turned out to be Liu Xingyue.

Liu Xingyue's sword was like the wind, but it was still dissolved by Nalan Qianyu's understatement.

Chu Liufeng was a little surprised, Liu Xingyue came here.

Next to the two people who were fighting, there was one person sitting upright, calmly, but it was Li Zicheng.

There were also two people in it who were concentrating on each other, a white-clothed lama with a face and dress somewhat similar to that of the Red Sect Dharma King.

The other one was a gray-clothed Taoist, the gray-clothed Taoist's face was flushed with purple at this time, and the white-clothed lama's upper body shook a few times in a row, and his mouth made a humming sound.

That gray-clothed Taoist has extremely high internal strength, and it doesn't seem that he is under the Baiyang Gate Lord Ouyang Xiong and the others, who is this?

"Nanhai real people! You came to the grassland, you want to kill Nalan Qianyu, and you want to capture Li Zicheng, but I am a little puzzled. ”

The white-clothed lama changed his true breath and said, and when he saw Chu Liufeng walking in, he was shocked again.

This old and serious young man, his skills are not even below the real people in the South China Sea, and there are such young masters among the Han people.

"It's ridiculous that you don't recite scriptures in the Jokhang Temple with your senior brother, but you come to seek this fame and wealth. Nalan Qianyu gathers you, it is not conducive to my Ming Dynasty, and I want to abolish his martial arts. Li Zicheng confused the 36th battalion in northern Shaanxi, and now he is trading with the Jin people, messing with ministers and thieves, and who will not arrest him. ”

After Nanhai Zhenren finished speaking, he looked at Li Zicheng fiercely.

"The real person is serious, although he is said to be a cloth cloth, but he also knows the righteousness of the family and the country, I have great ambitions, but I can't afford to collude with the golden people. Xingyue don't fight, Nalan Qianyu earned us this time, there will be no second time, we will go back to northern Shaanxi. ”

"Brother Borgin died like this, and I want to avenge him."

Liu Xingyue was still unwilling, and she was very sad to see that Borgin still hadn't closed his eyes on the ground.

Li Zicheng's words made Nanhai Zhenren and Chu Liufeng a little surprised.

Outside the yurt, the sound of stormy hooves came from far and near.

Chu Liufeng looked at Arjuna, and both of them knew who was coming.

At this time, Nalan Qianyu was even more unhurried, her body floated in the air, playing with Liu Xingyue.

Chu Liufeng had already walked over, his right palm struck out at will, and Nalan Qianyu fell from mid-air, and his face no longer had the calmness and confidence he had before.

Suddenly, Nalan Qianyu flew up again, with an extra fine steel fan in his hand, and the iron fan attacked Chu Liufeng from top to bottom, shooting out more than a dozen rays of light, and Aruna was so frightened that she screamed again.

The Chu Liufeng below was gone, and the howling sound in the yurt room was loud, like a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, almost drowning out the sound of the stormy iron hooves that were getting closer and closer.

More than a dozen iron needles shot into the carpet of the yurt, and Nalan Qianyu in mid-air snorted, fell down and stood there, coldly looking at Chu Liufeng who appeared again.

There was already one more person in the yurt, and a short and fat old man stood in front of Nalan Qianyu, staring at Chu Liufeng in disbelief.

At the moment when Nalan Qianyu fell, the short and fat old man and Chu Liufeng struck more than ten palms in a row, and the two of them looked directly at each other and were about to fight again.

At this time, Nanhai Zhenren had already jumped over, and the short and fat old man suddenly turned around, took out a cigarette pipe from his arms with his left hand, and hit Nanhai Zhenren directly.

The two of them parted at the touch of a button, and stood there laughing.

Chu Liufeng and Liu Xingyue were a little stunned.

"Mr. Nalan! I haven't seen you for a few years, don't come unharmed. ”

Nanhai Zhenren's face was relaxed, as if he had seen an old friend.

It's another Mr. Nalan, Chu Liufeng went to see Nalan Qianyu again, and he was very similar to the short and fat old man.

"You Han people say well, brothers in battle, fathers and sons in battle. When I wasn't with Xiao'er, you bullied him, but fortunately I did. ”

After the short and fat old man finished speaking, he looked at Chu Liufeng again, and there was still a look of surprise on his face.

"Daddy! This is the Ming envoy Chu Liufeng. ”

"Your Excellency is young and has such clever means, is it not the heir of Murong Jiangshan?"

The short and fat old man asked.

"Nalan Fox! Chu Liufeng's master is the White Lotus Sect Leader Mao Yitian! ”

"Mao can teach such a character in one day."

The short and fat old man Nalan Fox still didn't believe it.

The sound of iron hooves outside is getting louder and louder, and with the neighing of countless war horses, it makes people feel stressed on a night like this.

"Everyone is a person in the rivers and lakes, and the affairs of the rivers and lakes will be done according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, Qianyu! You go outside and let the Iron Deputy Gang Leader retreat. ”

After Nalan Fox finished speaking, he walked towards Li Zicheng, who was still sitting there.

The sound of hooves outside had stopped, only the shouts of the soldiers, and the torches outside the yurt had already reflected the night sky.

"It seems that you are the descendant of Li Jiqian, the Taizu of Western Xia, Nalan Fox has seen the young master of Western Xia!"

Nalan Fox bowed down.

"When Nalan Qianyu was in northern Shaanxi, he said that there were tens of thousands of horses in this grassland that could be borrowed from me Li Zicheng, and he also mentioned the princess of the prince of Batu.

Zicheng thought to himself, I can come to get acquainted, but I didn't expect him to let me form an alliance with the Jin people, no matter what happens now, I am still a citizen of the Ming Dynasty.

colluded with foreign enemies, but I couldn't do it, even if it was to help me achieve the great cause of my homeland, Li Zicheng would not do such a deal. ”

Li Zicheng was categorical and awe-inspiring, Chu Liufeng couldn't help but admire, but this Li Zicheng was a man who stood up to the sky.

Arjuna over there glared fiercely at her father Batu Wangye, and looked at Chu Liufeng's eyes with some nostalgia.

"Please! Mr. Nalan! Go back and tell you the old Khan King and Wanyan gang leader, the masters of the Ming Dynasty are all good, don't fight those ideas at every turn. ”

Nanhai Zhenren laughed.

Nalan Fox snorted, and walked out of the yurt with Nalan Qianyu, the king of the White Sect.

"Thank you! Chu Liufeng! ”

Liu Xingyue arched her hand and walked out with Li Zicheng.

Nanhai Zhenren and Chu Liufeng stood there motionless, neither of them to stop Li Zicheng.