The fly whisk in Li Mochou's hand wrapped around Hardanbaatar's neck like a poisonous snake: "Daruhuachi? You were so arrogant and arrogant when you showed off your power in front of me just now. Now you want to be killed by me, and you want to threaten me with Mongolia." "
"Where does this logic that you can kill me and I can't kill you come from? If your Mongolian court wants to take revenge, then go ahead. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
"No, you will regret it..." Hardanbaatar shouted. At this time, the whisk was rolled around his neck, the silver wire was sharper than the blade, and the head flew out.
Three feet of blood spurted out, and the headless body crashed to the ground. After a moment, an eyeball popped out, and the head that almost fell out rolled down, with a face full of panic and despair.
Liu Chuxuan saw this conflict and did not participate. He only sneered from the side and said: "Although the ordinary soldiers of the Mongolian court can't do anything to you, they also have masters from all walks of life, especially the martial arts of Tibetan Buddhism. , there are so many masters, you may not be my opponent."
"Don't you die in the hands of others before you have a chance to fight me to the death."
At the same time, the Mongolian soldiers on the side changed their faces when they saw Hardanbaatar being beaten to death on the spot. At this time, they shouted, drew their swords and rushed forward.
"What are you still doing? Let me kill all these Tatars!"
Li Mochou's expression did not change at all, and she ignored Liu Chuxuan at all. She walked forward and waved the whisk in her hand. The enemy in front suddenly had his brains exploded, groaned, and died tragically on the spot.
"Then kill!"
For the first time, Lu Nianchou felt that it was really satisfying to see his master, and the silver sparrow sword was unsheathed.
There was only a "pop" sound, and the sword flashed across the throat. The two Mongolian soldiers on the side raised their scimitars high, but suddenly showed a look of disbelief. They covered their throats and tried desperately to speak, but couldn't.
Then he suddenly fell down, his whole body twitched, and blood kept spurting out of his throat. It was impossible to tell what he saw.
The Han people who were watching from a distance did not dare to shout loudly when they saw this scene, let alone step forward to help, but many people secretly applauded.
"These three people rebelled, kill them!"
Hong Lingbo and Lu Nianchou walked side by side, following Li Mochou on the other side. The long sword pierced the heart of a Mongolian soldier without mercy, causing blood to spatter and he fell to the ground.
The three masters and apprentices were extremely skilled in martial arts. It was really a naked massacre against these ordinary soldiers who had no martial arts skills.
Li Mochou just waved her whisk and swept over, sending several Mongolian soldiers rushing in front of them flying away.
Lu Nianchou's sword flashed as fast as lightning. He just charged forward, shouted loudly, and with a flash of cold light, a large amount of blood immediately spattered.
Hong Lingbo didn't hesitate either. The sword light exploded like mercury, and a little bit of blood immediately spattered.
Li Mochou was powerful in martial arts, and she took the lead. The whisk in her hand was full of true energy, and it was even more powerful and domineering than a heavy ax or giant hammer. All scimitars and spears were knocked away by it.
What's even more frightening is that her martial arts combines hardness and softness. When she swings the fly whisk, there is also feminine strength that penetrates into her body. No matter where any part of the body is injured, the internal organs will be shattered.
Those Mongolian soldiers will die if they touch them, and those who stand in their way are invincible.
While Li Mochou was galloping, Lu Nianchou and Hong Lingbo struck with their swords, quickly and fiercely, protecting his back and sides. The Mongolian soldiers fell one after another, leaving a large number of corpses on the long street.
Mongolian soldiers are all fierce by nature, and they have been engaged in constant battles over the years. They are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles and survived from the dead.
Seeing this, not only was he not afraid, but he became even more ferocious and ready to kill. He stepped on the corpses of his companions and attacked, with blood splattering everywhere, which was shocking.
When all the bystanders saw this scene, their scalps went numb. The three masters and apprentices cooperated so seamlessly, it was like cutting grass.
They didn't run away either. They made popping sounds one after another. In just a dozen breaths, dozens of Mongolian soldiers were killed.
When Liu Chuxuan saw him later, he was immediately horrified. He just thought: "What a cruel heart and vicious methods. These three masters and disciples are already close to the devil..."
At this moment, Lu Nianchou was boiling with murderous intent and was covered in blood. He felt that in the light of the sword, his understanding of the essence of the sword technique became more and more exquisite and thorough.
Swordsmanship is the art of killing, and you can make rapid progress during battles and killings.
The existence of the AFK system does not actually affect his own enlightenment and practice, but rather complements each other.
If you have some understanding and improvement of martial arts, you can also improve your martial arts realm.
It's just that compared to hanging up, my practice speed is obviously much slower.
However, today Lu Nianchou clearly felt that in this crazy killing, his sword skills were like being forged in an oven, being refined by thousands of hammers, transforming and sublimating.
The sword flashed, and the heads of several Mongolian soldiers with ferocious faces flew out. The ferocious expressions on their faces solidified in mid-air, and the heads fell to the ground, with a pool of blood flowing out.
"Hahaha, so happy!"
Lu Nianchou roared angrily, and began to actively expand the killing area. He slashed and slashed with the sword, and several Mongolian soldiers were scattered with blood and flesh.
Those who were watching the battle in secret, whether they were civilians or martial arts figures, were startled when they saw his bravery, and they all thought to themselves: "What a fierce man!"
At this time, few of the Mongolian soldiers were killed, and they finally began to fear. Many people cried bitterly and fled in all directions.
"Follow me and kill them all. Don't let anyone go!"
Li Mochou rushed up and fired out dozens of ice-soul silver needles in his left hand, only to hear a continuous "puff" sound. Several Mongolian soldiers who were escaping around him suddenly fell to the ground after being struck by the needles.
Lu Nianchou let out a loud roar and rushed forward. The sword flashed and the frightened Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground with blood splattering.
Hong Lingbo also used Qinggong and advanced rapidly at an astonishing speed, killing a Mongolian soldier every moment.
At this moment, a new wind blew, and dark clouds covered the sky. It seemed that a snowstorm was coming.
On this long street, fighting continued, blood stained the ground red, many corpses were piled up, and broken limbs were everywhere.
The place was originally noisy, with the angry shouts of the Mongolian soldiers everywhere.
However, as time passed, it became silent. The place was filled with corpses and blood.
Hong Lingbo's sword flashed, and there was only a "pop" sound. The long sword pierced the enemy's back and the heart, and the sword tip came out from the heart.
The Mongolian soldier froze and stood motionless, then hit the ground with a bang.
She gasped slightly, withdrew her sword, and looked around, only to see corpses everywhere, and Li Mochou had also stopped.
Only Lu Nianchou was covered in blood, and like a mad tiger, he desperately chased and killed the last few fleeing Mongolian soldiers.
"Die!"
Lu Nianchou shouted violently, the sword flashed, and with a pop, a head fell to the ground, and the body slowly fell down.
After killing the last few Mongolian soldiers, there was silence in front of Sihai Inn.
Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and only three masters and disciples stood upright on the long street.
Even many people watching on the sidelines had pale faces, weak feet, and some even couldn't help but vomited.
Li Mochou's hands, whisk, and body were also splattered with blood, and her whole body was filled with a chilling air.
She took out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, wiped the blood from her white palms, looked back at Liu Chuxuan, whose face was slightly pale, and said calmly: "Let's go."
This time there was no one to stop them. The three masters and apprentices quickly disappeared into the distance. When they could no longer be seen, the long street was completely boiling.
