The goshawk quickly whipped his horse and rushed out of the oblique thorns, and brushed the Mongol army around, and the Mongol soldiers cried out, and by the dim moonlight, they saw that there was only one enemy, and the centurion of the army commanded: "Rikhutar, you lead thirty men to capture him." ”

Rihutar received the order, whistled a few times, gave the order, and was about to run away, when suddenly the goshawk ran back towards them.

The centurion rejoiced: "This enemy threw himself into the net, captured him, and interrogated the news of the woman in the Kazakh village!"

As soon as the words fell, the goshawk had already rushed into the enemy formation, only to hear the sound of killing, the sound of Jin Ge, the neighing of horses, and the screaming of others. The flames shone brightly, flickering and dimming, but the centurion could not see the figure of the enemy clearly.

He was momentarily distracted, and the goshawk burst through the crowd and appeared in front of him. The centurion is a brave general, on the battlefield for many years, known as the reputation of bravery, his saber erected, aimed at the goshawk slashed, through the arms, the wind made a loud noise, but the goshawk sword bypassed the saber, from the strange place suddenly attacked, the centurion dodged in time, a move by the goshawk cut off the head.

The goshawk let out a loud laugh like a wolf's howl, waved his hand lightly, and a whirlwind of energy swept through the air, dragging the head in the distance, and with a hook of his hand, he clipped the head in his arms.

When the Mongol soldiers saw the tragic death of their commander, they roared loudly and surrounded the goshawk. Rihutar temporarily took over the post of chief general and shouted: "The enemy's martial arts are powerful, and you must not ignore them!

Although the generals were angry, no one took the liberty of making a move, and they still took the order. The goshawk raised its whip and the mount rode out in a position unimaginable, and the Mongol generals felt that there was no trace of the enemy. Looking around, it was found that the goshawk had appeared in the rear of the army.

Rikutar scolded: "Don't leave this Kazakh pig!" He didn't dare to take it lightly, so he ordered all the more than 240 people in the army to turn around and chase after him.

The goshawk breathed heavily, only to feel intoxicated, the whole body was comfortable, he looked up to the sky and roared, the sound was like a flying dragon, like a giant python parting the surging grassland, flashing in the dark green.

He was alone, hundreds of people were chasing after him, if it seemed to others that the goshawk had been forced into a desperate situation, but the goshawk's eyes were straight, and he only felt the blood surging on his limbs, and the supreme pleasure came to his brain.

In the occasional moment of wakefulness, he would think, "What's wrong with me, why is my brain blurry?" But the anesthetic in his blood attacked, and the effect was strong, and he was difficult to resist, and at this moment his reason gradually dissipated, and the sound of horses' hooves slowly subsided, and his mind slowly became blank.

His face began to change, revealing a cold and ruthless face, his whole body bones clicked, and the true qi in his body surged, as if the earth was on fire breaking through the sea, as if it was thunder. Under the vertical and horizontal of true qi, almost all of his acupuncture points were completely broken through, and for a while, endless internal forces flowed unimpeded in all meridians.

The enemy did not know that the goshawk was suddenly in shock, and they were full of hatred, and they chased after their prey like a pack of wolves that had been hungry for days when they saw fat.

They traveled about twenty miles and left the Kazakh village far away. The goshawk slapped his hand on the horse's back, and the horse soared into the air like wings, circled in the air, and fell behind the Mongol pursuers.

The moonlight was blocked by dark clouds, and darkness shrouded the place where the goshawk landed, and the Mongol soldiers raised their torches, erected their shields, and spears in their hands, and walked in the direction of the goshawk.

In the darkness, a pair of fiery red eyes suddenly appeared, staring at the enemy like a nocturnal beast, and the eyes emitted a faint light, revealing the outline of a goshawk's body. And a blood-like sword flew silently in the air, like a ghost seeking his life.

The Mongol soldiers were momentarily puzzled, but they all stopped, and then they became cautious and said, "The crossbow arrows are aimed at those red eyes." ”

The rear cavalry removed their shields and set up their crossbows two or three times, but when they heard the arrows break through the air, they made a "clanging" sound, and countless arrows rushed like a storm at night, falling straight down on the goshawk.

Invisibly, a steel shield appeared in front of the man, and the arrow collided with the shield, making a crackling sound. Those fiery red eyes didn't even blink, and their eyes were deep and terrifying.

Seeing this, Rihutar remembered something and exclaimed: "I have seen such kung fu outside of Fancheng, it is the qigong performed by the masters of the Song Dynasty!"

Before everyone had time to react, the bright red sword shadow floating in the air suddenly flashed, and dozens of people screamed miserably, they were rubbed by the sword shadow, their flesh and body were scorched, and in the blink of an eye, they melted into a pile of meat oil, and their deaths were unbearable.

Horrified, he shouted, "Raise your shield and block the enemy's demon spell!"

But the shadow of the sword was ethereal and unpredictable, like a ghost that broke through the boundaries of heaven and earth, it turned left and right, swirling endlessly, how could the soldiers resist it? In a moment, everyone fell from their horses and melted, and no one could figure out where the sword shadow had gone. The rest of the people were so frightened that they had no choice but to jump off their horses one after another, lay on the ground and dodge, Rao was so embarrassed that he could not escape death.

Under the power of heaven, people are like insects and ants, born like autumn leaves, killing like prison, and a sword like a god. Even if there is a 10,000-strong army, it is difficult to beat its edge.

Suddenly a thunderbolt fell, and the surviving man took advantage of this brief light to see the goshawk standing in front of them with his hair dismantled, and his expression was numb, and his eyes were dull, and his gaze passed over them, and looked straight behind them.

After a while, the light was extinguished, and in the darkness, the ghostly voice of the goshawk sounded in everyone's ears, and he said, "Who is coming?"

He was in a daze, not knowing who he was talking to, and was about to answer, but suddenly a clear, young voice rang out from the rear of the army.

The man said, "The end of the world has fallen." ”

The goshawk asked, "Since you are a man who has fallen to the end of the world, why don't you go to the edge of heaven and disturb my good things here?"

The man said, "Poor Dao happened to pass by here, and saw that Your Excellency was wonderful, so he stopped to watch. ”

The goshawk pondered for a moment and said, "Those who see me die, and those who are close to me are demons, do you want to be a dead man?"

The man smiled dumbly and replied, "It is neither illusion nor reality, neither Buddha nor demon, neither death nor life, nor extinction nor existence." Your Excellency's question, Poor Dao did not think about it. ”

Rihutar plucked up his courage and shone the torch behind him, only to see a sloppy Taoist standing not far away in the flickering firelight. He was dressed in a shabby robe, with long hair and unknotted hair, and his face was handsome, but he seemed to be frowning.

When this person encountered such a strange scene and tragic killing, he did not flee, but stayed here to watch the excitement, and his courage was incredible.

The goshawk put his hands on his chest, his fingers trembled slightly, and the red sword turned into a red light, stabbing at the man's face, so fast that it was difficult for ears and eyes to follow.

The man's palm flipped over, and the red sword froze in front of him, and there seemed to be a rapid flow of air in front of him, blocking the red sword from the distance. The red sword was entangled in the air current, intending to break free, but it couldn't break the entanglement.

The goshawk's eyes flashed slightly, and the red sword shone brightly, and in an instant, it dispersed the air current, and advanced another three feet, encountering another cyclone again. This repeated repeatedly, breaking a total of four air currents, before slowly moving in front of the Taoist, but the momentum of the red sword was exhausted, and the Daoist waved his sleeve robe, scattering the red sword into a point of starry light.

The remaining dozen or so Mongolian soldiers gritted their teeth and looked frightened, only to feel that the scene in front of them was strange and absurd, like a nightmare.

The goshawk suddenly laughed and said, "You are not a dead person, but a demon." ”

The Taoist exhaled a long breath, and seemed to be relieved, and he also smiled: "Your Excellency's mercy is overjoyed." ”

Goshawk said, "Since you can take my move, if you have any requests in your heart, say them." ”

The Taoist said happily: "Your Excellency agreed?"

Goshawk nodded and said, "Yes, but if you ask for something, you will never shirk." ”

The Taoist pointed to the Mongols and said, "These Mongol soldiers are the defenders of Uriya City, and they are not evil, nor are they arrogant. Just go and arrest a beautiful Kazakh girl. I followed them all the way, and I originally wanted to stop them, but when I met Your Excellency, it seemed that I was poor and nosy, and the team got an axe. ”

This person spoke in a rambling manner, beating around the bush, and clearly explaining the cause and effect of the whole thing, but did not mention what he was thinking.

The goshawk pondered for a long time and asked, "You asked me to spare their lives?"

The Taoist nodded and said, "If Your Excellency has compassion, let them go." ”

Goshawk said: "Do you know that as soldiers, they have long had the heart to sacrifice their lives to die. If you flee from the battlefield, you will suffer far more shame than death. ”

The Taoist pointed to the faces of these Mongolian soldiers and said, "Seeing that they are afraid, Poor Dao is already afraid of death, not to mention letting them go back can deter the enemy." Even if you kill them, I am afraid that it will only invite more trouble, and when the Tartars send a large army, will you still protect the Kazakhs?"

Goshawk shook his head and said, "The reason why I stopped them was not for the sake of the Kazakhs. ”

The Taoist persuaded: "Is that for the joy of killing?" but I just saw Your Excellency's sword, the sword intent has subsided, and the interest has faded, if you slaughter again, I am afraid that there will not be much fun." ”

As the two spoke, they looked at the surviving Mongols, and saw that they looked confused, obviously unable to understand Chinese. The goshawk's mind was confused, and he secretly screamed badly, knowing that the reason why he was able to show up was because of the effect of the strange anesthetic. And at this moment, the heart has been persuaded by this person, and the supernatural power has gradually dissipated, and at most half a pillar of incense will be supported for half a pillar of incense, and everything will be forgotten again.

He stared at the Taoist, his palm suddenly slashed into the air, the Daoist was at least twenty zhang away from him, only to feel a burst of fierce sword qi passing by in an instant, the Taoist raised his eyebrows, his palm was spread out, and a fire light appeared around his body, and a red sword suddenly appeared, blocking the goshawk sword qi.

The Daoist body shook and the red sword collapsed, and he took a few steps back, his face full of surprise.

Goshawk said: "Although your martial arts are high, your cultivation is spiritual, and you can use my moves for your own use, but your internal strength is still slightly inferior to mine." ”

The Taoist was full of chagrin and nodded reluctantly.

The goshawk stopped talking, but sat down cross-legged, bowed slightly at him, and then closed his eyes.

The Taoist was overjoyed and clapped his hands at the Mongol soldiers, and a swirling wind blew, lifting them all up and sending them to their horses. Rikutar was shocked, only to feel that this person was powerful, and I was afraid that he was also a monster. Everyone was at a loss, and the war horses under them shouted happily, spread out, and galloped away into the distance.

Seeing that the Mongolian Tartar was far away, the Taoist bowed to the goshawk and said, "Zhang Junbao of Qingzhu Mountain, thank you for your mercy. ”

The goshawk tilted its head, snorted through its nose, and fell asleep.

Zhang Junbao wiped the sweat on his forehead and pinched his cheeks, and sure enough, he only felt pain, so he knew that he was not dreaming. He said in his heart: It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous, there are really such people in the world who are like ghosts and gods, and the road ahead is long, so I should not be afraid of hardships and dangers and continue to practice.

He didn't say anything more, and with a wave of his robe, a whirlwind blew, carrying Zhang Junbao away from here, and in a blink of an eye, he was already miles away.