All the Mongolian captains had been shot dead by Guo Mo, and the three thousand men and horses had also been reduced by half. Facing the counterattack of more than two thousand Xixia cavalry, they were retreating steadily.
Guo Mo commanded the cavalry under his command, leaving a place for an arrow to shoot the Mongolian cavalry who were fighting and running away.
Who can bear this?
In just a quarter of an hour, the Mongolian cavalry lost another six to seven hundred people.
Even so, the brave Mongolian warriors also took away the lives of more than 500 Xixia people.
"Retreat toward the market town——"
A certain surviving centurion saw that the Mongolian army had fewer than a thousand men and was still passively being beaten, so he could no longer hold it on.
Unfortunately, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was shot and killed by Guo Mo mercilessly.
"Brothers, these Mongolian bastards want to escape, rush up and kill them all——"
The horse thieves under Feng Ge were shouting loudly, but they were just shouting, or greeting them with bows and arrows from time to time.
However, such shouts really affected the Xixia cavalry who had already killed them.
They saw the half-downed Paoze on their side, and even knew that in the market town not far away, there were thousands of unarmed Xixia civilians, suffering from torture and killing.
Even if you have not seen the cruelty of the Mongols with your own eyes, you still know that in the north and west of Xixia, more than one city has been massacred in the past two years.
"Brothers, go to the market town. There are Mongolian bastards there who are killing our Xixia compatriots. There are also our parents, wives and children inside. Kill with me -"
One of the Xixia generals saw the remaining Mongolian cavalry retreating toward the market town. He shouted and rushed forward with a sword.
There were more than a thousand Xixia cavalry left, so they naturally showed no sign of weakness and rode their horses to keep up.
"Du Tong, what should we do?"
Once those two groups left, Guo Mo and the others were left behind.
"Let's go around to the other side and continue to attack from behind. There are only more than a thousand people left in the Xixia army. They are definitely no match for the Mongolian cavalry. We are also ready to fight."
The battle progressed more smoothly than originally planned.
Of the more than 5,000 Mongolian cavalry, less than 3,000 were left. However, more than 600 people under Guo Mo's command had not yet suffered any damage, and there were more than 1,000 Xixia cavalry to help them. The hope of annihilating this group of Mongolian troops was greatly increased.
At this time, the market town had already become a purgatory on earth.
As long as they were men, whether they were young and middle-aged men who casually picked up weapons to resist, or old men in their sixties, or even boys around ten years old, they were all mercilessly killed by the Mongols.
Some Mongolian soldiers who couldn't control themselves had already casually grabbed a Xixia woman.
Regardless of the other person's begging, resistance or crying, he tears the other person's clothes and vents his animal desires on the spot.
And not far away, there may be a husband lying in a pool of blood, or an old father who is still looking at death, or there may be children crying loudly.
Killing, robbing, animal lust...
In the firelight that shines like daylight, there are ferocious faces, full of evil laughter.
"General Subotai, this is the most beautiful Xixia woman that my subordinates have found for the general to enjoy."
A Mongolian lieutenant general, along with two sergeants, tied up a teenage Xixia girl and brought them to Subotai.
"Let the warriors kill all the men first, and then send people to the military fort to check the situation. Don't treat those three thousand brothers badly."
Subotai glanced at the Xixia girl who was kidnapped. He did not accept or refuse, and continued to order.
The deputy general got the order and led the people out.
He randomly sent two sergeants to look in the direction of the military fort. He had also reserved a beautiful Xixia woman just now. How could he live up to this "good time and beautiful scenery"?
Most Xixia people are Dangxiang people, and they are also a people who ride on horseback.
In this market town of three to four thousand people, there were mostly women and children and very few adult men. All the men were quickly killed.
Already many women were being bullied by Mongolian soldiers, and the cries and insults replaced the killings.
When some of the more animalistic soldiers swung their butcher knives at the younger children, those women, even the women who had been suppressed beneath them, burst out with unprecedented strength.
He used his hands, head, and teeth to beat, hit, and bite the Mongolian soldiers around him.
There was another burst of killing. Some women picked up the machetes that the Mongolian soldiers had thrown carelessly on the ground, and viciously slashed at the Mongolian soldier on the opposite side, the beast that had been lying on her body just a moment ago.
However, more were met with counterattacks by Mongolian soldiers, and another group of women were mercilessly killed.
Even the Mongolian soldiers, who were still unsatisfied, continued to perform more disgusting actions or mutilated corpses.
Under such circumstances, eight or nine hundred Mongolian troops broke and fled to the market town.
"General, where is General Subotai? Something bad is going on -"
One person's voice is limited, after all, it is such a big market town, and everyone is busy at this time, either killing or being killed.
When hundreds of people were shouting, attention was drawn and the news was sent to Subotai.
"Quick...General, my subordinates didn't rush in intentionally."
The sergeant who reported the news noticed what was going on inside the house and hurriedly retreated to the door.
"What happened? Zhazha whined."
Subotai stopped helplessly, wearing clothes with one hand, it was really so awkward.
The sergeant who reported the news hurried forward to help, and said while helping Subotai get dressed.
"Inform the general, the people who went to the military fortress to block the Xixia cavalry have returned. They seem to have been defeated. Less than a thousand people have returned."
"What?"
Subotai had just put on his pants, and without caring whether he was shirtless or not, he put on his combat boots and went to get his scimitar.
Fortunately, the weather is in June, and there is no chill even at night.
Before they could go out, shouts of death came from outside.
"Quickly, assemble, all Mongolian warriors, assemble quickly——"
Can you gather them together?
Subotai was so anxious that he even killed three sergeants, but he had just gathered three to four hundred people, and some of them were even using their bare hands.
"Kill - kill all these Mongolian beasts and avenge the dead compatriots -"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Xixia cavalry chasing after them also arrived. Originally, the military fort was only two or three miles away.
I saw the dead bodies of Xixia civilians all over the ground, including men, women, old people, and even children.
The more than a thousand Xixia cavalrymen immediately lost their temper. Before the Xixia general could issue an order, they charged towards them on horseback.
The angry Xixia cavalrymen slashed at the Mongols with their swords, without even considering their own safety. Some ordinary Xixia cavalrymen dared to trade their lives with the Mongolian generals.
This was another one-sided massacre, but the perpetrators were changed to Xixia people.
Those naked, unarmed, standing, lying, or prone Mongolian soldiers naturally became the targets of their killings.
"Is this... is this over again?"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Subotai's heart felt as if someone had pinched him hard.
He felt that he should not have come to Xixia. He was originally a strong general who was capable of fighting, but as soon as he entered Xixia, he seemed to be stained with bad luck.
In an encounter last year, nearly all of his 20,000 soldiers were wiped out, and he even lost an arm.
Finally, there was an opportunity to make a comeback and lead the five thousand cavalry to make great achievements, but what was happening in front of them?
Subotai understood that the situation was over, what should he do?
"General, please give the order quickly, the Xixia people have already rushed over -"
Sure enough, nearly five hundred Xixia cavalrymen discovered Subotai's three to four hundred Mongolian soldiers on horseback and came over to kill them while waving scimitars.
"withdraw--"
It's impossible not to withdraw, but just by gathering these three or four hundred people?
Weapons are not complete, even Su Futai himself is shirtless.
Under the light of the flames of war, Subotai's white flesh seemed to shine even more brightly than his armor.
withdraw?
Where can I evacuate?
Subotai, leading the three to four hundred remaining Mongolian soldiers, had just left the market town and met Guo Mo's troops who were waiting for them.
"Everyone, Mongolian cavalry in front, free fire——"
Guo Mo gave the order, and arrows shot out like rain.
More than 600 people shoot three to four hundred people at such a close distance. Isn't that just a joke?
There was a hail of arrows, and almost all the Mongolian soldiers carried arrows.
Subotai was hit by several arrows, rolled off his saddle and fell from his horse on the spot, dying from his breath.
Who makes his white flesh so eye-catching?
"withdraw--"
The remaining dozens of Mongolian troops did not dare to fight and retreated to the market town.
At this time, Guo Mo and the others encountered eight or nine hundred Mongolian troops who had fled from the military fort.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, these defeated soldiers did not dare to stay in the market town, and passed through from the side, hoping to escape back to Pingzhou.
They were the people transferred to Subedai by Brother Temu, and they could not afford to continue working for Subedai at this juncture.
We met on a narrow road, and it was already too late to get our bows and arrows.
"Brothers, the swords in your hands are already hungry and thirsty, so you rush over and chop up these Mongolians——"
Guo Mo once again took the lead, wielding two sabers on his left and right, and took the lead in charging towards the defeated Mongolian troops.
"Everyone, follow up and fight quickly——"
Lu Chengfeng and Wang Jian hurriedly moved forward to protect Guo Mo's wings.
Feng Ge held the "Lengye Sword" and commanded more than 600 people, and Cheng Yanyue Formation also followed.
With more than 600 elites waiting for work, and a few masters taking the lead, wouldn't it be easy to annihilate 800 to 900 defeated troops?
The Yanyue Formation commanded by Feng Ge had just made contact with the defeated Mongolian troops. Guo Mo, Lu Chengfeng and Wang Jian had already killed them and completely penetrated the opponent.
Where Guo Mo rushed over, a bloody passage had formed, and the corpses of Mongolian soldiers and war horses were everywhere.
"You two go to the left, I'll go to the right, and then fight back. After one more round trip, there won't be anyone left."
Well, this is the rhythm of killing everyone.
The three of them turned their horses and continued fighting.
In just one meal, the fighting outside the market town stopped.
After all, it was late at night, but there were still dozens of Mongolian soldiers who took advantage of the darkness to escape from the east and west directions.
Guo Mo didn't let anyone pursue him, and hurriedly ordered everyone to clean up the battlefield.
Not to mention anything else, if you annihilate these thousands of people one after another, the intact war horses will be able to collect hundreds of them. In this way, the horse thief army can resume its configuration of one man and three horses.
"Du Tong, this is Subotai's head."
A horse thief sergeant, whose arm was still bleeding, held Subotai's head in one hand and came to Guo Mo to report his merits.
Subotai, as one of the "Four Dogs" under Genghis Khan, was on the same level as Master Zhebie. Guo Mo had seen him several times when he was a boy, and he didn't want to end up like this tonight.
"Go to a group of people and give this head to the Xixia cavalry in the market town. Tell them that we are sent by the young prince Wanyan of Kangcheng. Let them go and ask for credit for Subotai's head."
After Guo Mo's goal was achieved, there was no need to expose himself. He might as well give this "favor" to Wan Yankang and give the "credit" to the Xixia cavalry.
In the future, if the Mongols want to avenge Subotai, it would be nice to have these two parties at the front.
"Second Senior Brother, the brothers discovered that in the north of the market town, there were more than 20 people watching on horseback. The leader among them had his head and face covered with a black scarf. He looked very much like the person who killed Lu Wei."
The real owner finally shows up?
"Fourth, you are responsible for bringing all our people back and making proper arrangements. Wang Jian, take your people and come with me -"
Guo Mo entered Xixia this time to find the person who killed Lu Wei. Since the real owner has appeared, of course he cannot be let go.
Huang Rong and Lu Chengfeng also turned their horses and followed Guo Mo closely. There were more than fifty people in this group.
Sure enough, three miles north of the market town, Xiao Ju and his group of more than 20 people were still riding horses and watching the market town not far away.
There were cries of murder and flames shooting into the sky.
Xiao Ju knew that the Mongolian cavalry had already begun their fighting and looting.
Xiao Ju has no worries about the Mongolian cavalry.
Calculation was calculated without intention, not to mention that they were more than 5,000 genuine Mongolian cavalry, a mere 3,000 Xixia cavalry, and 3,000 or 4,000 civilians from market towns, how could they serve as their vanguard?
"Aren't these Mongolian troops too violent? Are they massacring the city again?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Among Xiao Ju's entourage, some people are still complaining. After all, two of them are authentic Xixia people.
Unfortunately, the situation is stronger than the people. There are only two of us. Even if Xiao Zuoshi wants to help, the other party will have more than 5,000 Mongolian cavalry.
Xiao Ju could not hold back his composure. He waited on horseback and kept thinking about how to deal with Guo Mo.
In other words, will Guo Mo still stay in Xixia?
He had heard about Guo Mo's martial arts, and it seemed that he was just a hair away from "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng, that is, he was a little worse than himself.
The news about Xiao Ju was still a few years ago, when "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng went to "Peach Blossom Island" to propose marriage.
As everyone knows, Guo Mo is no longer what he used to be.
"somebody is coming--"
After all, he was a master of martial arts. Guo Mo's fifty-odd riders were still a mile away when Xiao Ju heard the movement.
However, they were not nervous. The opponent coming from the direction of the market town must be the Mongolian cavalry.
Gradually, the distance between the two parties was getting closer. After entering a hundred steps, Xiao Ju noticed something strange and yelled.
"not good--"
Unfortunately, it was already too late, as fifty "Dunwu Army" soldiers fired arrows at random.
About ten of Xiao Ju's men were killed by arrows on the spot, and many others also had arrows.
The only ones who were intact were Xiao Ju and two other first-rate masters, who were also the flag bearers of the Ming Cult.
"Who are you?"
Xiao Ju looked at his side. The original team of twenty-three people now only had eleven people left, and eight people were injured.
Xiao Ju feels heartbroken. This is a talent that he has managed to win over and cultivate over the years.
"Didn't you ask me to identify the poison you used? Why did you forget it so quickly?"
When Guo Mo saw the actions of the other group of people dodging and shooting arrows just now, he knew that this was a group of authentic Jianghu people, and there were really a few good players among them.
"You...are you His Highness Guo Mo, the 'King of Yan' of the Song Dynasty?"
Xiao Ju was a little surprised.
Although, he kept saying that he wanted to eradicate Guo Mo.
However, even he himself would not believe that how could the mighty "King of Yan" of the Song Dynasty be willing to take risks and come thousands of miles away for a subordinate?
"If there is no second Song Dynasty 'King Yan' in the world, the person you are talking about should be me."
"Now that I'm here, do you still need to hide your head and show your tail like this? Are you so shameless?"
Guo Mo's martial arts skills are high, but he doesn't have the demeanor of a martial arts master at all. He will not take advantage of his words when he gets the chance.
"How do you talk to Xiao Zuoshi? I've heard of the name 'King Yan' for a long time. Let the Sa family show you what your skills are tonight."
Xiao Ju didn't say anything, but a fat monk next to him lost his composure. He jumped off his horse, holding a pair of iron swords, and went straight to Guo Mo.
"Hmph, an unknown young man dares to provoke His Highness 'King Yan'. I'm here to meet you."
Lu Chengfeng dismounted, took out his sword, and caught the fat monk.
This fat monk was named Ling Jing, but he was a violent person by nature.
Born in the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, he possesses the martial arts skills practiced by the Thirteen Taibos, plus a set of "compassionate sword skills". He has traveled throughout the Western Regions for many years and has rarely encountered an opponent.
At the age of less than fifty, he has already entered the first-class realm. As the flag bearer of the Ming Cult's "Ruijin Banner", he is also one of Xiao Ju's most reliable right-hand men.
Even though he called it the "Compassionate Sword Technique", it was not compassionate at all. The bright iron sword was whistling in the wind, and its moves could not leave Lu Chengfeng's fatal point.
It stands to reason that this person's strength is not inferior to Lu Chengfeng's, and the two are equally matched in terms of realm. His only weakness is that his movement skills are slower.
Perhaps compared to others, it's not too exaggerated, but in front of the disciples of "Peach Blossom Island", it's completely unsightly.
Lu Chengfeng used the "Luoying Divine Sword" in his hands and the "Whirlwind Leaf Sweeping Legs" under his feet.
People like "Dongxie" who protect the calf have already passed on the skills in the "Nine Yin Manual" to their disciples one after another.
Even if Lu Chengfeng's qualifications are somewhat inferior, he is still firmly in the first-class, middle-to-upper level.
Before the two could decide the winner, another person from the other side jumped off the horse.
"I mean, monk, I see you are so nimble on weekdays, but tonight you have spent so much time trying to get rid of an unknown rat, so let me help you."
The person who came here said that, shaking the "hand guard electric light hook" in his hand, he wanted to attack Lu Chengfeng.
"You're so shameless. Are you still planning a sneak attack?"
A flash of red light flashed, and Huang Rong had already waved the "Red Sky Sword" first, grabbing the "Guard Electric Hook" of the incoming person.
"Who are you?"
The person who came was a thin, dry man, wearing khaki clothes and trousers, with two small black beards.
This person is none other than Qi Jie, the flag bearer of the Ming Cult's "Thousand Earth Banner".
He is also in his forties, not even fifty.
This old man can be regarded as an old man from Mingjiao. He grew up in Mingjiao since he was a child. He was a boy who accompanied the previous leader of Mingjiao.
Later, his talent in martial arts was discovered, and he was accepted as a "named disciple" by the previous leader.
He is outstanding in the kung fu of lightening his body. He is good at using the "hand-protected electric light hook", and he is also good at the hidden weapon kung fu, which is extremely vicious.
In terms of actual combat ability, Qi Jie's strength is even higher than that of Jing Ji Monk.
It can be seen from the dress and hair accessories that Huang Rong opposite is a woman, but this face always feels a bit awkward.
"I'll tell you after I win the sword in my aunt's hand——"
Huang Rong didn't tell her her name either, as she didn't think it was necessary to talk to such a person.
It also uses the "Luoying Divine Sword", and when used in Huang Rong's hands, it is much stronger than Lu Chengfeng.
First of all, it is fast. With the blessing of the "Nine Self Magic Skill", Huang Rong's "Nine Spiral Shadows" really look like multiple Huang Rongs when they rotate.
With so many people outside the court, only Guo Mo could see clearly.
Brothers like Wang Jian and other "Dunwu Army" brothers saw this for the first time when "Princess Yan" took action, and they all respected her like gods.
Darling, isn't this too fast?
Even Guo Mo was a little surprised. He didn't expect Huang Rong's movement skills to be so fast now?
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The four people in this fight instantly became two pairs.
Huang Rong and Qi Jie started late but ended quickly.
In just over twenty rounds, Qi Jie didn't pay attention, and the "Gauntlet Lightning Hook" hit the "Red Sky Sword".
"Canglang——" a sound.
Looking at Qi Jie's hand, only half of the "hand-protecting electric light hook" is left, which is not much longer than a pedicure knife.
In this stunned moment, Huang Rong's "Red Sky Sword" arrived.
Huang Rong's sword came a little faster, but Qi Jie's dodge was a little slow. With his shoulder and back slashed, a sword cut Qi Jie in half, and his body fell to the ground.
Huang Rong took the first step and twisted her body to jump out of the circle. The "Red Sky Sword" slid down smoothly, and blood dripped down. After a while, there was no more blood, and the sword was returned to its sheath.
"OK--"
The people of the "Dunwu Army" behind him, led by Wang Jian, burst into warm cheers.
Of course they can see that the person on the other side is a master, but they met with more than 20 people and were hacked by "Princess Yan" just like that?
Xiao Ju's face was a little solemn. He didn't expect that the other party would kill Qi Jie so easily when a random woman came out.
Although Qi Jie is not a master, he is still a person who has reached the first-class level for more than ten years.
If Qi Jie can't do it, the rest will be even more free.
On the other side, Lu Chengfeng, who was in the middle of a fierce battle, took a peek and saw that his junior sister had killed his opponent cleanly. Was he still bothering with this?
Lu Chengfeng speeded up his attack, and while he was hitting, he suddenly swung the sword in his right hand at Jing Jiseng's face, causing Jing to raise his sword to parry.
At this moment, Lu Chengfeng's energy penetrated the Dantian, and the Dantian moved its power to the left arm.
"Hi--"
A "splitting air palm" was struck.
Among the many disciples of "Peach Blossom Island", only Lu Chengfeng practiced the "Splitting Air Palm" the best.
Especially in the past few years, after returning to the master's sect again, I have received repeated guidance from "Dongxie" Huang Yaoshi, and my internal skills have become increasingly sophisticated.
Now Lu Chengfeng's "Splitting Air Palm" is no longer inferior to Huang Yaoshi's.
Monk Jing Ji, who was so fat, was struck hard by this palm.
A "pop" sound was heard in the helix of the ear, and Liao Jing went sideways for more than ten feet, fell to the ground on his back.
The other party struggled twice but failed to get up. With a sound of "Wow--", a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Two people who were traveling with him hurried over and helped Liao Jing up from the ground.
At this time, Liao Jing was really quiet, and he was knocked out of breath by a slap.
The two of them rubbed their foreheads, patted their backs, and took out a pill from their arms and drank it quietly.
It took a long time for the fat monk to wake up.
"That Buddha Amitabha, wow——"
Another mouthful of blood, this vicious monk who was beaten can actually recite the Buddha's name again?
"That friend who hides his head and shows his tail, can you come over in person?"
Guo Mo saw Huang Rong and Lu Chengfeng, who had defeated the two opponents' masters one after another, got off his horse and challenged the opponent's black scarf-masked man directly.
"Hmph, how dare you act arrogantly on me with two men who are highly skilled in martial arts? Tonight, I will let you, a little kid, know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."
Although he lost two masters on his side, Xiao Ju did not think that he would lose tonight.
When it comes to fighting in the arena, what matters is the top level of strength. If you are a perfect master, can you still defeat Guo Mo?
Perhaps out of self-confidence, Xiao Ju took the initiative to take off the black scarf when facing Guo Mo.
"You're not too scary, aren't you? Why are you so secretive?"
Guo Mo still never misses the opportunity to speak disgustingly.
"Junior, I hope that the skills in your hands are as strong as the skills in your mouth."
Xiao Ju didn't even register his last name, so he moved his palms towards Guo Mo.
Guo Mo moved his eyes and found that the opponent's palms were completely black, and the palms were actually glowing with blue light. It seemed that this person was proficient in poison techniques.
However, Guo Mo didn't care about this at all. He used the "Nine Yang Magic" body protection and a set of "Rising Sun and Setting Sun Palms" unhurriedly.
If Huang Rong was almost at the extreme just now, Guo Mo was practicing meticulously, as if several apprentices were watching from the side.
The two of them actually reached out to each other, and Guo Mo was also surprised.
Regardless of the mastery of this person's palm skills, the strong internal power contained in it, and his poison skills, it is really difficult to deal with him.
Although he is not well-known, the strength he has shown is no less than that of a top master.
Guo Mo was someone who had fought against "Dongxie", "Xidu" and "Southern Emperor" respectively. Judging from his perspective, compared to Huang Yaoshi before his breakthrough, this person's skills were only on par.
Guo Mo was surprised, and Xiao Ju across from him was even more shocked.
Is that human being?
In terms of palm skills, the opponent's palm skills are wide open and closed, and he can use both offensive and defensive moves, leaving him no opportunity to take advantage of him.
In terms of internal strength, I increased my internal strength to 90%. When I bumped into the opponent, I was shocked to the point where my blood surged, and the opponent seemed to have no feeling at all.
In terms of body skills, no matter what kind of body skills Xiao Ju changes, Guo Mo on the opposite side can keep up with him calmly.
Moreover, what surprised him even more was that he had secretly released the poison a long time ago. Logically speaking, the other party should at least react.
However, the two have fought for eighty rounds, and Guo Mo is still in high spirits.
"Boy, aren't you afraid of poison?"
Xiao Ju still couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, I want you to know that I have taken the treasures of heaven, materials and earth, and I can be regarded as invulnerable to all poisons. Coupled with the characteristics of practicing internal strength, ordinary poisons can't do anything to me."
Guo Mo spoke in an understatement, without stopping at all.
Even Leng Buding came up with a "left and right fight", a "rising sun palm" with his left hand and a "red sun rising" with a "sunset palm" with his right hand.
This time, Xiao Ju was completely confused.
Both palms come together, the left palm swings towards the door, and the right palm hangs on both sides.
When Xiao Ju saw it, he couldn't parry at all, so he had to jump back with all his strength and went out ten feet away.
In the end, the wind from Guo Mo's right palm struck him, and Xiao Ju felt a pain in his ribs on the left side.
The hurt feeling has not happened in decades...
I felt it with my hands and found that the ribs were not broken. They were probably cracked.
Xiao Ju has always been a person who cherishes his life, otherwise he would not have been hiding on the top of the light for so many years.
Even when he walked down the mountain this time, he brought almost all his close friends with him, and even covered his face with a black scarf from time to time, not wanting to be recognized.
After fighting here for a long time, in the market town three miles away, the shouts of killing seemed to have subsided, but no Mongols came, so Xiao Ju realized that something was wrong.
Now he himself was injured. In fact, for a master of his level, this kind of minor injury is nothing at all.
However, given this situation, this small injury was magnified invisibly.
"escape--"
A voice came from deep inside.
With the help of Guo Mo's two palms, Xiao Ju walked out a foot away, adjusted slightly, turned around and ran away.
"Rong'er, Fourth Senior Brother, none of these people can be left here. You can take care of things and wait for me. I'll be back soon."
Guo Mo knew that except for himself, none of these people were that person's opponent.
This person seems to be a sinister and cautious person at first glance. If you miss tonight, you don't know when you will meet him again.
Seeing the other party running away to the west, he briefly explained to everyone, spread his body skills, and chased after him.
The two people disappeared into the night in an instant, and Huang Rong was so angry that she stamped her feet.
However, Huang Rong could naturally see that she was not that person's opponent yet, and she also knew that Guo Mo did not want her to risk her life.
Now that Guo Mo had chased him out, Huang Rong and the rest of the group had no choice but to vent their "enthusiasm" on the people opposite.
Just talking about Guo Mo, what he walked was "Lingbo Weibu". With his skills, he could not be more sophisticated than Mr. Duan back then.
But the strange thing is that after chasing him for an hour, he still saw Xiao Ju running in front of him, neither far nor near.
"Unexpectedly, this person's most powerful skill is actually running long distances?"
Guo Mo didn't dare to slack off, he took a deep breath of energy and ran as fast as he could, leaving only a vague figure behind.
Xiao Ju, who was running in front, was also horrified.
He is very aware of his own strength. In terms of long-distance running, even if his master is still alive, it would be difficult for a person of his level to catch up with him.
I didn’t expect that Guo Mo, at such a young age, could even be so good at Qing Gong?
Xiao Ju didn't dare to slack off, lowered his head and ran ahead.
All the way to the west, the two of them ran no matter how far they went. Until dawn, the distance between them was still five or six feet away.
Xiao Ju was heartbroken, took out a black porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a snow-white pill, and put it into his mouth with trembling hands.
During the cup of tea time, Xiao Ju's speed seemed to be faster...