Suddenly, one of the people in the audience sneered: "Who said that there is no one except the Mongolian warriors? It was Ling Lingqi, he strode to the middle of the hall and stood with his hands in his hands, with an awe-inspiring aura.

Chimur shouted, "Very good, bring my full moon scimitar." A guard sent a scimitar with gold wire wrapped around his wrist, and Chi Mu'er drew the knife out of its sheath, and a cold air came towards him.

Everyone praised: "Good knife!" Chi Mu'er was very proud, and pointed at Ling Lingqi with his knife: "Boy, what weapon do you use? If not, I can borrow you." ”

Ling Lingqi groaned, "It's hard to say. ”

He said to one of the Mongolian guards, "Just borrow your sword." ”

The man sneered, "Very good, I'll lend it to you." ”

The knife was drawn out of the sheath, and when it came to the front, suddenly the blade swept outward, and if the other party was a little negligent, he would definitely be injured by this knife.

Ling Lingqi didn't seem to notice it at all, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the knife and said, "Thank you!" The Mongolian guard was stunned, not knowing how his knife got into his hand.

Chi Mu'er shouted: "Hurry up, Lao Tzu can't wait!"

Although Ling Lingqi had fought with the Mongolian guards, he thought that the desert warriors were just fierce, but their martial arts were average. Unexpectedly, this little Mongolian prince made a quick move, but he was obviously far superior to all the Mongolian guards, and the knife technique was exquisite, although it was only one knife, but the opponent could not avoid it.

At that moment, he had to swing his knife to block the grid, and with a bang, the knife in his hand was broken into two. It turned out that the scimitar in the hand of the Mongol prince was a treasure knife, which sharpened iron like clay. Ling Lingqi originally planned to use the Bagua Knife to deal with the Mongol prince and kill him in the competition, but now it seems that he can only use his fists and feet. Of course, Ling Lingqi is better at boxing, and now he is a master of strength, so he is naturally not afraid of this Mongolian prince, although the scimitar is also sharpened like clay, but how can Ling Lingqi let Chi Mu'er succeed?

However, the prince of Western Xia definitely couldn't show too strong boxing skills, so Ling Lingqi was still ready to use the short sword as a cover.

Chi Mu'er was unforgiving, and he swung his knife horizontally, Ling Lingqi had no choice but to throw the knife head-on, and when he dodged sideways, Ling Lingqi pulled out the short sword in his sleeve and took the Mongolian prince's knife with Tai Chi winding silk.

At this moment, Chi Mu'er pressed forward step by step, and the full moon treasure knife was in his hand, straight like a round of cold crescent moon, slashing straight down. Ling Lingqi connected it with a short sword, and at the same time used the stickiness in Tai Chi swordsmanship to dissolve the strength of the Mongolian prince's knife, only to hear the sound of stabbing and sparks.

Both of them were taken aback, and each took a few steps back, and it seemed that the two had a tie, and they were evenly matched, and there was no damage.

Chimur praised loudly: "Good swordsmanship, I didn't expect that there would be such swordsmanship in the Western Xia Kingdom, hehe, very good, you kid is not a bad seed, come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds!"

Suddenly, above the main hall, a person shouted: "Stop!" Everyone was stunned, but they saw that it was the white-clothed masked man who had picked up the Mongolian prince's wine glass with a sword.

Chi Mu'er knew that he was good at swordsmanship, so he didn't say anything at the moment, and held his hands and watched. The man in white looked Ling Lingqi up and down a few times, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the swordsmanship used by the prince seems to be the Taiji Sword?"

Ling Lingqi was shocked, knowing that her identity had been seen through. He sneered at the moment: "What Taiji Sword, why haven't I heard of it?"

While speaking, he turned to look at the Yuya brothers and sisters, and suddenly jumped upside down, and actually took out a sword from behind and stabbed Chi Mu'er. At the same time, he also secretly used his internal strength to kill the Mongol prince in one blow.

Chi Mu'er suddenly saw that his figure flickered, and the blade of the sword was already up to his body, how could he dodge? But after all, he was a famous warrior in the desert, and his sword skills were quite superior, and in this extremely dangerous situation, the knife in his hand also made a move, and at the same time, his body leaned back as much as he could. With a snort, Ling Lingqi stabbed his sword into his chest, but he didn't expect that the scimitar in Chimur'er's hand would also be cut down almost at the same time, Ling Lingqi hurriedly leaned closely, and used the power of his strength, and immediately knocked the Mongolian prince a few feet away, and the Mongolian prince was spurted with blood in the air, obviously unable to survive.

Those Mongolian guards were shocked, and rushed up, Ling Lingqi's short sword swung again and again, cutting off several single knives, and a few unexpected national martial arts, which made the guards stagger, and Ling Lingqi took the opportunity to rush out of the hall.

The Mongol guards were so busy rescuing the prince that no one pursued him anymore. The guards of the Great Song Palace were also stunned and at a loss for a while. Seeing Ling Lingqi escape from the hall, he came to his senses and shouted to chase him out.

All of a sudden, there was chaos in the temple. The Yuya brothers and sisters also ran out of the palace while they were in chaos, and it seemed that the Mongolian prince should not be able to live, but this time not only the assassination was successful, but also prevented him from courting, which was also a great success.

It's just that he ran away from Ling Lingqi, thinking that he is super strong in martial arts and will definitely be able to escape from the palace, so he is not too worried. Yue Peng had been in the Central Plains for a long time, and he was worried that the desert Mongols would raise troops to invade the territory, so he went back, reorganized his troops and horses, and prepared to meet the enemy.

Ling Lingqi walked out of the palace, and there were imperial guards chasing after him in the distance. But the white-clothed masked man did not chase after him, otherwise with his light skills, although Ling Lingqi was a master of strength, he could not compare with him in light skills.

In the imperial city of Kyoto, only shouts were heard from time to time, but it was the officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty who searched the city in a big way. I thought that this time I really caused a big disaster, the little prince of the desert Mongolia was assassinated in the Central Plains, if the Great Song Dynasty could not get the murderer, it would not be able to explain to Mongolia, and the two countries would inevitably cause a war, of course, as long as the alliance between the Great Song Dynasty and the Mongols could be destroyed, so that the Jin Kingdom would not be destroyed, which would be equivalent to giving the Great Song Dynasty an additional barrier. You can't go wrong with that.

This time, the little prince of Mongolia in the desert went to the Great Song Dynasty to ask for relatives, and brought a lot of people and horses. The guards he brought into the palace were just personal guards. And in the pavilion, there were still one or two hundred people, and when they heard that the prince had been assassinated, they immediately poured out of the nest and chased down the assassin.

Ling Lingqi heard that among the chasing soldiers, in addition to the accent of the Great Song Dynasty, there were also many Mongolian guards shouting, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said in his heart: "I wanted to save the people of the Great Song Dynasty, but I was chased and killed by the Great Song Dynasty guards and the Mongolian guards in the desert. ”

Ling Lingqi didn't want to fight, so he ran all the way. With his light skills, whether it is the guards of the Great Song Dynasty or the guards of the Great Desert Mongolia, it is difficult to catch up. But the Great Song guards were iron-hearted this time, and they wanted to get him whatever they said, not only the whole city was under martial law, but also closed the nine gates, no matter how he hid, within a day or two, he would always find his traces.

At night, Ling Lingqi hid in a land temple on the edge of the imperial city. He was running around for a long time, and in terms of the strength of the master, although he was not very tired, he still wanted to take a rest, and he thought that for a while, no one would find this place, so his heart was wide, so he sat down and slept against the wall. (To be continued.) )