The dust in Li Mochou's hand wrapped around Hadan Batel's neck like a poisonous snake: "Daru Huachi? How arrogant he was when he flaunted his might in front of me just now, and now he wants to be killed by me, and he thinks of threatening me with Mongolia. ”

"Where did you come from, you can kill me, I can't kill you This logic, your Mongolian court wants to retaliate, then come, when I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

"No, you'll regret it......" Hadanbatel shouted, as the dust rolled up around his neck, and the silver wire was sharper than the blade, and the human head flew out.

Three feet of blood spurted out, and the headless body slammed to the ground, and only a moment later did an eye burst out, and the head that almost fell out rolled down, and his face was full of panic and despair.

Seeing this conflict, Liu Chuxuan did not participate, but only sneered on the side and said: "Although the ordinary soldiers of the Mongolian court can't help you, they also have masters from all walks of life, especially the Tibetan Buddhism's martial arts are unpredictable, and the masters are like clouds, I am afraid you may not be an opponent." ”

"Don't die at someone else's hands before you have time to fight with me."

At the same time, the Mongol soldiers on the side, seeing that Hadanbatar was killed on the spot, all changed their faces greatly, and at this time, they shouted, drew their swords and rushed forward.

"What are you doing in a daze, kill all these Tartars for me!"

Li Mochou's face did not change at all, he didn't pay attention to Liu Chuxuan at all, and walked straight forward, with a wave of dust in his hand, the enemy in front of him suddenly burst into brains, snorted, and died tragically on the spot.

"Then kill!"

For the first time, Lu Nianchou felt that looking at his own master, he was really happy, and the silver bird knife was unsheathed.

Hearing only a "poof", the knife light slashed through the throat, and the scimitars in the hands of the two Mongolian soldiers on the side were raised high, but they suddenly showed an unbelievable look, holding their throats and desperately trying to speak, but they couldn't speak.

Then he fell down suddenly, his whole body convulsed, and blood kept spurting out of his throat, and he couldn't say it.

Those Han people who were watching from afar, although they didn't dare to shout loudly when they saw this scene, let alone come forward to help, many people secretly applauded.

"These three people are reversed, kill them!"

Hong Lingbo and Lu Nianchou walked side by side, following Li Mochou on the other side, the long sword mercilessly pierced through the heart of a Mongolian soldier, and with a pop, blood splashed, and fell to the ground.

The three masters and apprentices have outstanding martial arts, and it is really a naked massacre to deal with these ordinary soldiers who have no martial arts.

Li Mochou just waved the dust, and immediately swept over, and a few Mongolian soldiers who rushed in front flew out.

Lu Nianchou's knife was as fast as lightning, but he rushed and screamed, and the cold light flashed, and suddenly a large area of blood splashed.

Hong Lingbo also did not hesitate, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and it exploded like mercury, and a little blood was splashed immediately.

Li Mochou's martial arts are strong, he takes the lead, and his hands are full of true qi, which is even more fierce and domineering than the giant axe and giant hammer, whether it is a scimitar or a spear, he has been shocked by it.

What's even more terrifying is that her martial arts are both rigid and soft, and there is still feminine strength penetrating through the body between the waves of the dust, and no matter what part of the person is injured, the internal organs will be shattered.

Those Mongol soldiers died when they touched it, and those who stood in the way were invincible.

And between Li Mochou's galloping across the country, Lu Nianchou and Hong Lingbo slashed with swords, swift and ruthless, protecting his back and sides, those Mongolian soldiers fell one after another, leaving a large number of corpses on the long street.

The Mongol soldiers were fierce by nature, and they were all veterans who had survived hundreds of battles and survived the dead.

Seeing this, not only was he not afraid, but he became more and more ferocious, killing and attacking his companion's corpse, and blood was splashed everywhere, which was shocking.

When all the onlookers saw this scene, their scalps were numb, and the cooperation of the three masters and apprentices was seamless, just like mowing grass.

They didn't run away either, popping one after another, and in just a dozen breaths, they killed dozens of Mongol soldiers.

Later, when Liu Chuxuan saw it, his heart was suddenly terrified, and he just thought in his heart: "What a ruthless heart, such a vicious method, this master and apprentice are already close to the devil's path......"

Lu Nianchou was boiling at this time, covered in blood, and only felt that the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and his understanding of the essence of the knife technique was becoming more and more exquisite and thorough.

The sword technique is the art of killing, and it can only progress rapidly in the conquest and killing.

The existence of the hang-up system does not actually affect his own enlightenment and cultivation, but complements each other.

If you have some understanding and improvement in martial arts, you can also improve the realm of martial arts.

It's just that compared to hanging up, my cultivation speed is obviously much slower.

However, today, Lu Nianchou clearly felt that in this crazy slaughter, his own knife technique was like being forged by an oven, and a thousand hammers were changed and practiced, and they were about to transform and sublimate.

With a flash of the sword, the heads of several Mongolian soldiers with hideous faces flew out, and the hideous expressions on their faces froze in mid-air, and their heads fell to the ground, dripping out a pool of blood.

"Hahaha, happy!"

Lu Nianchou roared angrily, and began to take the initiative to expand the scope of killing, slashing and sweeping with the sword light, and several Mongolian soldiers flew flesh and blood.

Those who were hiding in the dark to watch the battle, whether they were ordinary people or martial arts people, were stunned when they saw him so brave, and they all thought secretly: "What a fierce man!" ”

At this time, there were not many Mongol soldiers left, and at last they began to be afraid, and many of them wept bitterly and fled in all directions.

"Chase me up, kill it clean, and never let one go!"

Li Mochou's figure rushed up, and more than a dozen ice spirit silver needles in his left hand were punched, only to hear the sound of "poof" endlessly, and several Mongolian soldiers who fled around him suddenly fell to the ground with needles.

Lu Nianchou let out a long roar, and also pounced, the sword flashed, and the Mongolian soldiers who had been frightened out of their courage splashed blood and fell to the ground.

Hong Lingbo also performed light skills, advancing at an astonishing speed, killing a Mongol soldier in every instant.

At that moment, a wind blew, and black clouds covered the sky, and it was clear that a snowstorm was coming.

On this long street, the fighting continued, the ground was stained red with blood, many corpses were piled up, and stumps and broken arms were everywhere.

Originally, there was a lot of noise here, and the angry shouts of the Mongol soldiers were everywhere.

However, as time passed, it began to be silent, and the corpses in the field were like mountains and blood was filled.

Hong Lingbo's sword light flashed, only to hear the sound of "poof", the long sword pierced through the back of the enemy's heart, and the tip of the sword penetrated from the heart.

The Mongol soldier froze, stood still, and then slammed into the ground with a thud.

She gasped slightly, withdrew her sword, and looked around, only to see that all four were corpses, and Li Mochou had also stopped.

Only Lu Nianchou was covered in blood, and like a mad tiger, he desperately chased and killed the last few Mongolian soldiers who fled.

"Give me death!"

Lu Nian screamed violently, the sword flashed, and with a snort, a head fell to the ground, and his body slowly fell.

After killing the last few Mongol soldiers, there was silence in front of the Four Seas Inn.

The corpses were all over the field, the blood was flowing like a river, and on the long street, only the master and apprentice stood upright.

Even many of the people watching from the sidelines were pale, their feet were weak, and some even couldn't help but vomit.

Li Mochou's hands, dust, and body were also splashed with blood, and the whole person was filled with a murderous aura.

She took out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped the blood on her white palm, looked back at Liu Chuxuan, whose face was slightly pale, and said calmly: "Let's go." ”

This time, no one stopped them, and the three masters and apprentices quickly disappeared into the distance, and when they could no longer be seen, the long street was completely boiling.