However, as soon as this thought flashed, several screams were heard, and they sounded one after another.

Modern people practice martial arts, but they can't do guns, so ancient people can't practice martial arts, but they can't do bows and crossbows?

Ye Guhong's heart tightened, and he secretly despaired.

Poof!

A sharp arrow poked out from Ye Guhong's eyes, and the arrow penetrated Song's shoulder, and the blood was stained.

Sister-in-law Song screamed miserably, threw herself forward, hugged Ye Guhong and rolled twice, and then desperately helped Ye Guhong up, and said sadly: "Little boy, you run!" The old slave can't protect you, and I'm ashamed to ...... my wife."

The woman's shoulders quickly turned red, but she endured the pain, hurriedly took out a short sword, and stuffed it into Ye Guhong's hand.

Ye Guhong looked down and saw that the hilt of the sword was engraved with the words "Nanchang Ye's", which was only one foot long, but it matched his small arms and hands.

But where am I going to run at this time......

Ye Guhong looked around in a panic, and saw five or six war horses galloping from each of the north, east, and south directions.

Not far away, the corpses of three men and one woman each had four or five feathered arrows stuck in them.

Can't run away!

Ye Guhong sighed secretly in his heart.

Not to mention that he has become a child, even if the body crosses, how can he outrun the cavalry in such a vast snowfield?

The horses slowed down, and the knights on the horses had typical Mongolian characteristics: thin eyes, wide faces, high cheeks and short noses.

There were seventeen people in total, wearing iron helmets lined with fur and thick leather armor, and their eyes were fanatical and cruel, revealing a bloodthirsty and savage temperament.

One of them pointed to the corpse on the ground and said in a stiff Chinese dialect: "This is what Han Dog calls 'wind, see, and sorrow'?" I see, it should be called 'arrows, see, die,' and when he sees our arrows, he will die, haha, haha. ”

The rest of the people also looked up and laughed, very proud.

"Little boy, you, you run!"

Sister-in-law Song saw that Ye Guhong didn't move, but she said that he was scared stupid, and in a hurry, she pushed him hard, Ye Guhong couldn't stand on his feet, and sat down in the snow.

He propped his left hand back on the ground, hiding the dagger behind him.

Seeing that only two women and children were left, a dozen knights let down their guard, put their bows back into their bows on the side of the saddle, dismounted and approached.

An extraordinarily stout bearded man, his eyes swept over Ye Guhong with cold eyes, looked at Song Niang again, and asked in a stiff Chinese tone: "This kid is also the remnant of the Ye family?" ”

Sister-in-law Song struggled to her knees and kowtowed again and again: "The general spares his life, the general spares his life, he is just a seven-year-old child, the generals are merciful, spare his life." ”

When more than a dozen Mongolians heard this, they showed a hideous and ugly smile at the same time.

Ye Guhong seemed to be frightened, staring at his round eyes, not crying, not moving, and not getting up.

Only the left palm propped up behind his back slowly exerted force, feeling the short sword in the palm of his hand.

There is no way to escape at this moment, but Ye Guhong does not want to be killed like a chicken and a sheep.

At the very least, let the enemy bleed for now.

He has practiced martial arts for many years in his previous life, and he doesn't dare to boast about anything else, at least he has blood in his chest, and he should not lose anyone.

"Generals show mercy ......"

Sister-in-law Song stepped forward on her knees and tried to hug the bearded man's knee, but a person behind the big man strode forward and chopped off her head with a knife.

Blood rushed to the sky, and the killer laughed wildly.

Ye Guhong was furious in his heart, but his face was still staring and his mouth open, looking sluggish.

His age was too deceptive, and the bearded man didn't doubt him, so he squinted his eyes, reached out and grabbed Ye Guhong's neckline, and lifted him up in the air.

The big man sneered, and grabbed his calf with his other hand, looking at the meaning, he actually wanted to show off his strength and tear Ye Guhong alive.

Ye Guhong's pupils tightened, and he finally revealed a ruthlessness that did not belong to this age!

At the moment when the big man pinched his leg, Ye Guhong arched his back, covered it with his body, quickly pulled out the short sword, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, used all his strength, and fiercely handed the sword into the opponent's throat.

The bearded man's expression changed drastically, and he raised his hand violently, throwing Ye Guhong far away, holding his throat with both hands, and making a "ho-ho" sound in his mouth, as if he was drunk, he fell back a few steps.

His frightened eyes were full of disobedience and unwillingness.

Between his fingers, blood slowly flowed out, staining his palms red.

As bright red as the people he had killed.

The rest of the Mongols shouted one after another, some of them rushed to the leader to take care of their injuries, and some of them looked at Ye Guhong viciously, with extremely hideous expressions.

Ye Guhong struggled to get up, the short sword full of blood was across his chest, and he was in a posture of a trapped beast.

Just when he was about to calmly welcome death, he suddenly heard a clear and delicate exclamation: "Master, look, the Tartars are harming people!" ”

Ye Guhong subconsciously looked at it, only to see a gray-clothed nun hundreds of meters away, flying by stepping on the snow at an astonishing high speed!

It's so fast, it's completely beyond the limits of what a human being should be!

This is...... Light work!

Ye Guhong's eyes widened, and his expression was incredulous.

In his time, the definition of light work had probably been replaced by parkour.

At most, it is a few steps of Wudang Chen Daochang to go up the wall and jump on the slope.

Even a practitioner like Ye Guhong is convinced that the legendary light skills are just artistic processing.

And yet at the moment!

He could see clearly with a pair of eyes, and the gray-clothed nun was on tiptoe, and her figure jumped out five or six meters.

On the snow, only a shallow mark was left.

When the nun jumped, her body leaned forward sharply, and the angle between her body and the ground did not exceed 40 degrees at most, as if she was flying close to the ground.

Could it be that in ancient times, there really existed light work?

Ye Guhong only felt that his body couldn't help but start to tremble slightly.

It is like a devout believer who has seen the gods he believes in.

The gray-clothed nun was like a light smoke, swept hundreds of meters in a moment, and rushed straight to the front of a group of Mongolians.

The rest of the Mongols roared in unison, and several people surrounded and killed, either raising their swords to slash or stabbing fiercely, and they all launched a fierce attack.

The rest stepped back, each going to the saddle to pick up his bow and arrows.

The cooperation of these Mongols was very tacit, and the reaction was not unpleasant.

Faster, however, was the nun's sword light.

But seeing that the nun's body was turning, her posture was as graceful as a dance, she gently and skillfully avoided a steel knife, and took out the sword with her hand, and six bright and clear lights appeared in the air almost at the same time.

The movement of the six Mongols suddenly stopped.

The nun swooped out and chased after the others.

One person took the bow and arrow in his hand, and the nun had been deceived in front of him like a ghost, and raised a sword in his hand, and without looking at the results of the battle, he turned around and pounced on the next person.

And only six people with knives fell to the ground suddenly at this moment, and the six people fell to the six directions, like snowflakes coming out.

Ye Guhong was completely stupid.

In vain, he also had the title of "the only actual combat master of Chuanwu", but at this moment, he couldn't see the nun's move at all, and he could only vaguely feel the ruthlessness contained in the sword from the sword light remaining in the air.

Sou! Whoosh!

There were Mongols who shot feathered arrows.

However, the nun's body was undulating and uncertain, and she swirled around like a dance, and arrows fell into the air.

The long sword in the nun's hand was handed out from time to time, and the sword fell out, without exception!

In a few moments, there were more than a dozen fierce Mongols, and only one person survived, only to see that on his two wrists, the sword marks were deep, and the blood was dripping down, and it was obvious that the tendons had been cut.

Swish!

The nun swung her sword diagonally, sprinkling a string of red blood beads on the snow and returning them to the sheath in a dashing manner.

"Thief nun, who are you, are you going to rebel?" The Mongol staggered back, hissing wildly.

The nun snorted coldly and said proudly, "What about rebellion? Your generation is cruel to the common people, and everyone will be punished! As for who is the poor nun...... Hehe. ”

"Poor Nifa, the upper and lower decides, the contemporary head of the Emei faction is!"