But after all, the Mongolian soldiers who came after them were elite lions of a hundred battles, and after a short period of panic, the last four people had already reacted, which reflected their extraordinary psychological qualities and superb horse control skills.

The current Mongolian soldier suddenly saw that the silk with traces of blood and the cold light reflecting the cold light in the sun was already close in front of him, the man hurriedly loosened the reins, tightened the horse's belly with both feet, and lay straight back on the horse's back with an iron plate bridge on his upper body, and the cold silk could wipe his face and sweep past, and even a drop of blood donated by unknown person happened to drip on his face.

The knight raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face with palpitations, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, glad that he had escaped a catastrophe, but he didn't want to hear a gentle sound of a hidden weapon breaking the air in his ears, and secretly screamed "not good" in his heart, but before he could react, a flying knife shaped like a bamboo leaf had hit the throat, and the man's eyes widened, and he turned over and fell off the horse unwillingly.

Seeing this situation, the three cavalrymen who followed hurriedly used their skills to avoid the cold silk, only to see the two cavalrymen in front, one of them threw off the stirrup with one foot, and the whole person leaned over, one hand firmly buckled the saddle, one foot stepped on the stirrup tightly, and the body shrank, and he had already hidden on the other side of the mount, which could not only avoid the threat of cold silk, but also avoid the sneak attack of Wu Xiuwen hiding in the tree.

The other cavalryman was even more direct, "staggering" and directly turned over and hid under the horse's belly; the last cavalryman had already flown away from the horse's back, and fell diagonally into the grass beside him, and his figure hid in a few flashes.

At this time, Wu Xiuwen had already flown down from the tree with the "Breeze Soft Sword" in his hand, and the golden rooster stepped on the back of the horse in the middle with one foot independently, and the Mongolian knight hidden under the belly of the mount was shocked when he felt Wu Xiuwen's arrival, and hurriedly let go of the hand holding the saddle, and the soles of his feet were thrown out of the stirrups, and the body fell down instantly, turning over and rolling, and he was about to abandon the horse and flee into the grass on the side......

How could Wu Xiuwen let him escape! One foot firmly stepped on the horse's back and did not move, not affected by the violent bumps in the horse's running, this was the exquisite riding skill he had practiced with Guo Jing's sweaty BMW on Peach Blossom Island for many years.

Wu Xiuwen saw the right time, his toes were a little the horse's back, and the whole person flew out of the air, like a goshawk pounced on the mouse, and the long sword went straight to the back of the Mongolian knight; the Mongolian knight's reaction was very flexible, and the momentum of the forward rush remained unchanged, but he had already pulled out the Mongolian scimitar on his waist, and blocked the soft sword stabbed by Wu Xiuwen with a backhand.

Seeing this, Wu Xiuwen's wrist shook slightly, the long sword was like a spirit snake shaking its head and tail, seeing that the first half had bypassed the blocking of the Mongolian scimitar, and the tip of the sword pierced the back of the Mongolian knight's heart with great accuracy, "Poof!", the soft sword directly pierced the opponent's chest, and the Mongolian knight had already been pierced through the heart and died of exhaustion.

Wu Xiuwen withdrew his soft sword, his body flashed to avoid the splash of blood, and a "harrier turned over", his body turned back, and in two or three strokes, he returned to the horse on which he had stood before.

I saw that the Mongolian knight in front of him had already galloped more than ten zhang away in just a few breaths. Wu Xiuwen had already been too late to pursue until now, so with a toe pick, the bow and arrow that was originally hanging on the side of the saddle had already fallen into his hand.

Wu Xiuwen, who had already put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, held the bow in his right hand, drew two feather arrows in his left hand, fought with his arms, pulled the bow and set up the arrows, and only listened to the two sounds of "whoosh!

I saw two long arrows cross a long distance in the blink of an eye, "poof!poof!" Two sounds in succession, and the Mongolian knight was about to dodge before they accurately shot into his body. A desperate and unwilling roar was heard, and the Mongol knight had fallen from his horse, stirring up a puff of dust, and after a few convulsions, he was silent.

Wu Xiuwen glanced at it coldly, and after knowing that the battle was correct, he turned around again, looking at the Mongolian knight who had abandoned his horse and fled early, only to see a figure disappearing from time to time in the grass not far away, but he could not escape far.

I saw a golden eagle hovering above him, with sharp claws like hooks, sharp beaks like knives, and a pair of wing fans that shot out gusts of wind, and the fierce attacks made him unable to move an inch, and he was injured by sharp claws and sharp beaks in many places all over his body.

You must know that Dajin Xiaojin has been deliberately trained by the two martial brothers since he was a child, and he often fights with everyone, and he is already a little master, and it is easy to entangle the Mongolian knight at this time to prevent him from escaping.

Wu Xiuwen didn't delay, he hurried to the front with light skills, Xiao Jin saw him coming, and he chirped a few times proudly and flew to the side, meaning: My task is complete, and it's up to you next.

Wu Xiuwen smiled slightly, and once again pulled out the "Qingfeng Soft Sword" and attacked the Mongolian knight, although that person was also a brave and good soldier, but a group of comrades, including the ten chiefs, died tragically in front of him, and there was a harassment and attack by the golden eagle Xiaojin in front of him, which made him already have his heart and gall broken, where could he resist Wu Xiuwen's attack, and he was solved by Wu Xiuwen in three moves and two styles.

Just as Wu Xiuwen turned around and returned to the avenue, about to pack up the spoils, he saw the golden eagle Xiao Jin happily enjoying a gluttonous feast on the battlefield with blurred flesh and blood.

How can you ......" Wu Xiuwen was a little annoyed when he saw this situation, although he had always known Xiao Jin's eating habits, but he ate human flesh raw in front of him, so that he couldn't accept it now, and just opened his mouth to reprimand half of it, he couldn't help the nausea feeling that was already churning in his chest and abdomen, "Wow!" He grabbed a tree next to the road and began to vomit, and finally he felt a little better when he almost vomited all the bile.

But when he looked up and saw the scene like Shura's hell in front of him again, he couldn't help but retch, but there was nothing in his stomach to vomit about, but his stomach twitched uncomfortably.

Xiao Jin stood innocently aside, and after Wu Xiuwen roared angrily, it also knew that its master didn't like its behavior, but its little brain couldn't understand its master's thoughts: Why didn't the owner like such a delicious thing? If you don't eat it yourself, you won't let me eat it! It's too bad! Maybe you just like to eat those baked foods! It's just that although those things are fragrant and delicious, they still don't taste as refreshing as these delicacies in front of you!

Xiao Jin once again glanced at Wu Xiuwen, who was a little tired and vomited, and wondered: The master's world is too difficult to understand, so forget it! Seeing that he vomited strangely and pitifully, I won't be angry with him!

So Xiao Jin fluttered his wings and flew to a big tree on the side and looked sadly at the distant sky, although he was out of sight and out of mind, but the smell of blood from below really made it tangled and uncomfortable!

Wu Xiuwen finally relied on his strong willpower to control the discomfort in his stomach, and he didn't dare to stay here longer, so he hurriedly withdrew the "Bamboo Leaf Flying Knife" and the cold silk that played a decisive role in the previous shot. If it weren't for Han Silk taking the lives of six Mongolian knights in one fell swoop and causing a huge deterrent effect on the remaining four, Wu Xiuwen would have spent a lot of time and energy in a head-to-head battle with ten elite Mongolian soldiers even if he could win in the end, and even some injuries, and whether he could completely annihilate the enemy was still a matter of choice.

Thinking of these Wu Xiuwen was also glad in his heart, coming to those horses that had gathered together to stop and graze leisurely on the side of the road because their master was dead, it seemed that these battle-hardened war horses were much stronger than his own endurance! Wu Xiuwen sighed in his heart! After continuing to collect bows and arrows, water bladders, dry food and other things, he took these ten pale horses and chased after Wu Dunru and the others in front.

After walking for a while, he met Wu Dunru and others who got the news from Xiao Jin and turned back to greet Wu Xiuwen. They were surprised to see that Wu Xiuwen not only successfully intercepted and killed the pursuers, but also brought back so much loot. Wu Dunru saw that Wu Xiuwen's face was a little pale, and hurriedly took a few steps to support Wu Xiuwen, who had dismounted, and said with concern: "How is Xiuwen? You are not injured! Why is your face so bad!"

It's the first time I've killed so many people, more than we've seen before! I couldn't get used to it for a while, I vomited wildly just now, it's already much better, I just need time to adjust now!" Wu Xiuwen knew his situation very well, and said it briefly, Wu Dunru nodded thoughtfully. The two martial arts brothers who had experience in their previous lives, of course, knew that they needed psychological adjustment and adaptation after experiencing this kind of mass killing for the first time, otherwise it would be easy to leave a psychological shadow, which would affect their future development.

Wu Dunru looked back at Cheng Ying and Guo Fu, and only after seeing that their faces were as usual and they didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort, he was a little relieved. It seems that the two of them have a better ability to bear it, firstly, this time they have killed not many enemies with their own hands; secondly, they are originally sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and they have been accustomed to hearing about fighting and killing since they were children, and they have long been psychologically prepared, and now it is much easier to accept it when they really start to do it.

And Shi Yun has followed his father with the caravan since he was ten years old, and these life and death have long been accustomed to it, and even as early as the age of eleven, he has killed the enemy with his own hands, so there are not a few people who have died in his hands, so now this little battle is simply a piece of cake! The two samurai brothers are different, they have some deep-rooted ideas left over from the legal society of the previous life, although they have been implying that they have come to the ancient times of the law of the jungle, and they are born in the troubled times of changing dynasties, and they must adapt to such a life.

But I didn't feel the urgency of the situation when I started it before, and I didn't react until later. Wu Dunru is okay, after he hurt people with "splitting muscles and breaking bones", it was luck that helped him solve the enemy. Wu Xiuwen is different, because other people are injured, he must provoke the beam and take on the heavy responsibility of protecting the safety of everyone, so he must be ruthless and kill more than a dozen enemies before and after. Especially Fang Cai's scene was too bloody, so he couldn't stand it. However, he has understood his psychological state in time, and has carried out self-conditioning and counseling in time, and it will not be a big deal if he is uncomfortable for a while.