The whistle blew in luck, only to hear a loud, leopard-like beast roar from ......the grass beside the Mongolian soldiers who were carefully guarding the intersection of the road, and the Mongolian soldiers were startled.

Even in the hidden shadows, Wu Dunru and the others, who had been prepared, were shocked, they had heard the indistinct and indistinct roar of the caracal cat before, but they didn't know that its small body could emit such a threatening and imposing beast roar.

A group of Mongolian soldiers were amazed, looking around to find the source of the beast's roar, when the caracal cat obediently "swished" out of the grass, roaring again and again, while scurrying among the Mongolian soldiers.

The Mongolian soldiers, who were nervous and ready to fight the beast, couldn't help but cry and laugh when they saw such a strange and petite cat-like animal that had jumped out of the grass.

A group of Mongolian soldiers gathered around to see this strange little beast that they had never seen before, thinking that it was an animal that had been disturbed and fled by the search team, and even several Mongolian soldiers tried to capture the caracal little girl, but failed.

In this way, the discipline of the army was strict, and the Mongol soldiers who were ready for battle immediately became a mess, although the Mongols who looked like an officer shouted a few words and tried to straighten out the soldiers.

However, this group of Mongolian soldiers was suddenly transferred, and they had been nervously defending for most of the night, and they were already exhausted, and now they were suddenly disrupted by the caracal little obedient, and it was not possible to recover it for a while.

Just when the Mongol soldiers were most lax in their defense, and the officers were busy scolding the soldiers, Wu Dunru and his men suddenly launched a long-prepared attack. Wu Xiuwen did not give in, his hands turned into a phantom, and he shot out more than ten "bamboo leaf flying knives" with the technique of a fairy scattering flowers, and hit the Mongolian soldiers one after another.

Immediately everyone followed, each holding a weapon and rushing towards a group of Mongolian soldiers, Wu Dunru was still a pair of fleshy palms, Wu Xiuwen held the "Qingfeng Soft Sword", Cheng Ying held the "Green Wave Sword", and Guo Fuqing held the "Liuyun Sword".

And Shi Yun is holding a pair of ox-ear scimitars, although only one foot five inches long, but the cold light is shining, it looks very extraordinary, think about it, the Shi family has not lost the empty business, plus several generations of people follow the caravan to go south and north, there is naturally no shortage of magic blades in their hands, rare treasures.

&poof!poof......" There was a sound of flying knives entering the flesh, and there were several screams among the Mongolian soldiers, and the "bamboo leaf flying knife" shot out by Wu Xiuwen had already made a contribution. Three Mongol soldiers were killed in an instant, four were seriously wounded, and none of the other throwing knives were missed, each hitting the enemy, inflicting injuries of varying severity.

Immediately following the flying knife was Fortune, I saw that he was like a ghost, moving like a tanuki, and every time he jumped, he could easily cross a distance of more than three feet, but this was still his injury and could not do his best. Aware of his duty, he ignored the other Mongol soldiers and charged directly at the wounded enemy with a pair of ox-eared scimitars.

Shi Yun held a pair of ox-eared scimitars in his hand and spun like wheels, and in a few flickeres of his figure, the Mongolian soldiers who had been wounded by the knives fell to the ground again, and these people were either cut in the throat or stabbed in the chest by the sharp scimitar.

At the same time, what made all the backs of the enemy and us shiver was that the caracal little obedient was one step faster than the luck, rubbed his body up, and rushed directly towards the four Mongolian soldiers who were seriously injured by Wu Xiuwen's flying knife.

After killing the four of them, he did not deal with the Mongolian soldiers who were in full strength, but continued to walk gracefully, pacing not far away very arrogantly, calmly licking the remaining blood on his claws, and his eyes emitted a burst of light.

Not only were the Mongolian soldiers shocked by the ferocity of the little thing that Fang had just laughed at loudly, but even Wu Dunru and the others couldn't help but shudder, where was this the well-behaved and cute little boy before! It was simply a little monster! This combat power was like lightning, and it was impossible to prevent it!

At this time, Wu Xiuwen, Wu Dunru, Cheng Ying and Guo Fu had already fought with the Mongolian soldiers in short arms.

The officer-like Mongolian soldier reacted very quickly, seeing that the enemy had already lost nearly the average number of troops on several sides as soon as he appeared, so he raised his right hand, only to hear the sound of "chirp", and the piercing arrow had already risen into the air, and a striking fireworks exploded above the sky.

Wu Xiuwen, who had already rushed straight over, was a step late, and cursed in a low voice, and the "Breeze Soft Sword" in his hand turned strangely like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the sword had already pierced into the officer's throat, and the Mongolian officer saw that the signal had been sent, and slowly fell down with a cruel smile.

Seeing this, Wu Dunru hurriedly shouted, "Split the muscles and bones", as long as the Mongolian soldiers touched it, the bones would be broken, and the fortune followed by a pair of ox-ear scimitars like the sickles of death, and the judge's soul hook pen took away their lives.

But after all, this group of people is a battle-hardened, fierce Mongolian warrior, Wu Dunru and a few other men are fine; Guo Fu and Cheng Ying were shocked by the ferocity of this group of soldiers, and they did not play to their due level, but with the help of Wu Dunru and a few people, nothing was wrong.

After a few breaths, Wu Dunru and a few others had already annihilated all the Mongolian soldiers, and Wu Xiuwen had already taken back all the flying knives he had fought before.

"Someone is coming down from the mountain, and a large group of people are coming in the distance!" Shi Yun's ears moved slightly, reminding everyone. Wu Dunru waved his hand, and everyone no longer delayed, and they all performed light skills, and the followers of the caracal cat obediently continued to leave east.

Just before Wu Dunru and the others left for less than a cup of tea, sixty or seventy Mongolian soldiers had gathered at the intersection from all directions, and one of them was actually a centurion.

After inspecting the more than 20 soldiers who had died at the intersection, he frowned and said to a soldier in a deep voice: "Look at the wounds of these people, the people who came are strong in martial arts and act quickly, most of them were killed in one blow, and the ordinary soldiers go to chase after me for fear of increasing casualties, you quickly go back to the barracks to report the details to the little prince, and ask him to preside over the overall situation." ”

After that, he instructed the other person: "You take ten people, follow them along the way, don't fight them head-on, just don't lose them! ”

The two of them were ordered to retreat, and the centurion continued to investigate the situation of each deceased in detail, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, and muttered to himself: "Didn't the five ugly men and women on the Tibetan side say that they were just five young men and women, although they were important, they wouldn't be too tricky? But the more they looked at this injury, the more it looked like it was done by a master! Strange! Strange!"

After another meal or so, the soldiers who had just gone to report the news accompanied a few people to rush over, only to see that the leader was a young man who looked like a noble son, holding a steel fractured fan, and the person who came was Prince Huodu.

Huo Du was followed by two Mongolian warriors, and then he was followed by two people dressed as Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect, one of whom was actually the black-faced Taoist priest that Wu Dunru and the others had encountered in the Quanzhen Sect.

"Didn't you say that Guo Jing's disciples were either seriously injured or had mediocre kung fu! How could they have escaped heavy arrest, lurked at the foot of the mountain, and killed more than 20 elite soldiers of our Mongolia in an instant!" Huo Du asked the black-faced Taoist priest with a grim expression.

It turned out that after Zhao Zhijing led a group of large and small Taoist priests to escape from the Quanzhen Sect of Zhongnan Mountain, although he relied on the advantage of being a force in the Mongolian camp, he gathered a martial arts master led by the King of the Golden Wheel and won a place in the "Zhaoxian Pavilion".

But after all, he can't get rid of the image of betraying his master like a lost dog, and he is quite sneered at and suppressed by other personnel in the "Recruitment Hall".

So Zhao Zhijing spent a lot of effort to establish a good relationship with Prince Huodu, who recruited him at the beginning, and wanted to get more benefits by virtue of Prince Huodu's status as a Mongolian nobleman and the third disciple of King Jinlun.

The black-faced Taoist priests were the disciples that Zhao Zhijing had recently sent to Prince Huodu to woo their relationship, and after they heard the situation reported by the three ugly in the daytime, they immediately guessed that the person who the five ugly people in Tibet were Wu Dunru and his party.

So they explained to Prince Huodu that Wu Dunru and Cheng Ying were seriously injured when they were in the Quanzhen Sect, presumably they would not be well in the next few days, Guo Fu's martial arts were mediocre and useless, and Shi Yun was also injured by the five uglies in Tibet, and now Wu Xiuwen is unable to support it alone, so there is nothing to fear.

In fact, those traitors of the Quanzhen Sect led by Zhao Zhijing hated Wu Dunru and others from the bottom of their hearts. They don't think about how rebellious they are to apostatize and join the enemy, and they don't reflect on Wu Dunru and others who they have been embarrassed and hurt and have no grudges against them. On the contrary, he resented Wu Dunru and others for going up the mountain, and let their conspiracy be exposed by mistake, so that they could only flee in a hurry. The unreasonable logic of these unreasonable people makes people laugh and cry.

What he didn't expect was that the exercises practiced by these people were all peculiar, and their injuries improved much faster than they expected, coupled with the caracal cat's obedient appearance, although Huo Du's arrangements were already very thorough, he was still escaped by Wu Dunru and others who broke through the blockade.

"There is nothing wrong with what we say, but we don't know why this is happening!" the black-faced Taoist priest stammered.

When Huo Du was about to teach a few words, the five ugly people in Tibet had already hurried down from the mountain, the big ugly took the lead, the second ugly carried the seriously injured five ugly, and the third ugly supported the four ugly.

"Uncle, I heard that those rabbit cubs ran away!" the big clown gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Shi, the fourth and fifth children have suffered such a big loss at the hands of those little rabbit cubs, and they can't be let go." ”

"Uncle, you have to make the decision for me!Avenge me!" said weakly, he really had a ruthless spirit, he was so seriously injured, he didn't go to recuperate from his injuries in peace, and he had to see Wu Dunru and the others kill with his own eyes.