Suddenly, a family member ran to Murong Yan's side and whispered: "Miss, today a Mongolian swordsman came to our Gusu City, put down the ring, and has defeated five or six of our Jiangnan martial arts masters in a row so far! This is obviously not taking our Murong family seriously! The eldest young master and the second young master have already gone, and they asked me to inform you." ”

Murong Yan raised her eyebrows and said: "What? These Mongolians are too arrogant, aren't there any people in our Jiangnan martial arts? Moreover, they came to Gusu City to set up the ring, I think they are drunkards who don't mean to drink, they obviously want to challenge our Murong family." Okay, let's go and see what kind of person it is, who is bold enough to dare to come to Gusu City to spread wild!"

Luo Xiaoxi heard that there was a lively scene to see, and said coquettishly: "Sister Yan, we also have to go and see the excitement! Those Mongolians are too bad!"

Ling Lingqi also said indignantly: "Yes, let's go and see what these Mongolians want to do?" I don't believe that the masters of Jiangnan martial arts will not be able to defeat a Mongolian!"

Including Qiu Susu and Yahuan Qiuxiang, a man and four women rode horses and galloped towards Gusu City. Along the way, it can also be seen that many ordinary people are also talking about the situation of the Mongols coming to Gusu City to set up a ring.

When they arrived outside the city of Gusu, Ling Lingqi and the others could only dismount and slowly enter the city, at this time it was early afternoon, and the streets were full of city residents and passing merchants. But without exception, everyone is saying that the Mongolian swordsman is too powerful, and no one has beaten him until now!

When he arrived at the place where the Mongols had set up the ring, a few thousand meters away, Ling Lingqi already felt a strong murderous aura! That's right, it was the murderous aura of a martial arts master! A man and four women found a place, tied their horses, and then squeezed through the crowd with their ingenious body skills and came to the front of the ring.

Two young men in white, vaguely similar to Murong Yan between their eyebrows, saw a man and four women coming, they squeezed over, and one of them, a man about twenty-five or sixteen years old, hurriedly greeted: "Third sister, you came just in time! Now that Mongolian swordsman has lost nine people in a row, and three of them have died of serious injuries, this is really infuriating! If this continues, our Jiangnan martial arts face will be almost lost!" It's just that as the children of the Murong family, we can't fight easily, otherwise, I will definitely go up and seal the throat of that Mongolian swordsman with a sword!"

Another white-clothed man in his early twenties, locked his eyes on Ling Lingqi, looked up and down, and said, "Third sister, is this young man your friend?"

Murong Yan hurriedly said: "Ah, yes, eldest brother, second brother, this is Ling Lingqi, a friend that my little sister met in West Lake, and this girl is called Luo Xiaoxi, who is also a friend I met at the Jiangnan Academy Conference!"

Then Murong Yan said to Ling Lingqi and Luo Xiaoxi: "Seventh brother, Xiaoxi, these two are my eldest brother Murong Yi and second brother Murong Feng! They are known as plain-clothed swordsmen and wind chasing swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, and they are already well-known in the Jiangnan martial arts! If it weren't for the rules of the Murong family, they would have gone up a long time ago and beaten that Mongolian swordsman down!"

Ling Lingqi said in surprise: "Ah, the Murong family still has this kind of rule, which means that you can only watch the excitement?"

Murong Yi, the plain-clothed swordsman, said hurriedly: "Third sister, now that Mongolian swordsman has lost nine people in a row, it seems that his skills are really good, and now no one dares to go up to challenge, how can this be good?"

Murong Yan set her eyes on Ling Lingqi, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was not appropriate, after all, such a fight was life-threatening, and she didn't want Ling Lingqi to be injured by the Mongolian swordsman, although she felt that Ling Lingqi's martial arts should not be weak.

Murong Feng said to Murong Yan: "Third sister, why don't you let your friend go up, I think his martial arts should not be weak, you can't let this Mongolian Tartar continue to be arrogant, right?"

Murong Yan was about to speak, but suddenly a man in white flew into the ring in the crowd, the man in white had a serious face, and firmly locked the opponent with momentum, and the murderous aura emanated from him.

Murong Yan hurriedly said, "Second brother, wait, someone has already gone up!"

At this time, everyone turned their eyes to the ring, only to see that the Mongolian swordsman was extremely tall, although the man in white was also in good shape, but in front of the Mongolian swordsman, it was much worse, the Mongolian swordsman was at least two meters tall and weighed more than 120 kilograms, which was the result of Ling Lingqi's visual inspection.

Obviously, the Mongolian swordsman's knife skills must also be known for his ferocity and ferocity, and the Mongolian swordsman is carrying a nine-ring giant knife on his back, and now there are blood stains on the giant knife, which is thought to be left by the person who challenged it before.

Ling Lingqi was very curious, what kind of knife technique could make him worthy of this extraordinary knife with the giant knife that the Mongolian was carrying behind him? Moreover, he could still look like normal after killing someone, although Ling Lingqi had killed many people in his previous life, he had never seen anyone using such a huge knife.

The Mongolian swordsman was also dressed strangely, shaved down to a single piece of his head, and then combed his pigtails, and wore strange clothes on his upper body, revealing muscles full of chest hair. It looks like a bear.

The Mongolian swordsman said in broken Chinese: "What kind of person, report the name, I, Afanda, will not kill the nameless!"

The seemingly ordinary middle-aged man in white smiled indifferently, "If you want to fight, you can fight, where is so much nonsense!"

The Mongolian swordsman laughed and said, "Since there is another one to die, then I'm welcome, try my sunset knife technique!"

Qiu Susu covered his mouth and said: "Ah, the sunset sword technique! Isn't that the martial arts of the Great Banner Gate in the desert? Could it be that this Mongolian Tartar is a person from the Great Banner Gate?"

Ling Lingqi could see that the Mongolian swordsman might be slightly better than the middle-aged man in white, and the Mongolian swordsman's giant sword was a weapon to restrain ordinary swordsmanship.

Sure enough, the two began to fight without speaking! At this time, the sun was overhead, and the Mongolian swordsman's nine-ring giant knife shone with golden light in the sun, and the nine big rings on the knife body continued to beat, and it also made a breathtaking sound, which was very weird. The entire blade was faintly about to burst into flames, exuding an extremely fierce and domineering aura.

The middle-aged man in white let out a loud shout, and the long sword in his hand kept attacking the Mongolian swordsman, trying to seize the weakness of the momentum with the first attack. The two fought dozens of moves, and it was obvious that the middle-aged man in white was at a disadvantage, and the Mongolian swordsman seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and the middle-aged man in white was like a small boat in the stormy waves, which could capsize at any time.

The middle-aged man in white was obviously unwilling to fail, and his heart came to split Huashan. This is a thunderous blow, the Mongolian swordsman also backhanded the giant knife up, only to hear a muffled sound of "bang", the white-clothed middle-aged man's long sword flew out of his hand, the tiger's mouth blood flowed endlessly, and the person also spit out two mouthfuls of blood, his face was like ashes, looking at the sword that fell to the ground in a daze.

This is the tenth challenger, or defeat at the hands of the Mongol swordsman!