Chapter 2: Fighting if you don’t agree with each other
When she heard that the handsome man in front of her was the owner of the horse, the woman's face turned red.
She didn't seem to have much experience in traveling around the world. She held the corners of her clothes with both hands and pursed her lips. For a moment, she felt a little ashamed and at a loss.
Song Xuan frowned and said nothing more.
He is very familiar with this kind of thing. In the past two years, there are not only one or two women who can't walk around with their red ears behind his appearance. Mr. Song has long been used to it.
At this moment, shouts and scoldings suddenly sounded on the official road. Song Xuan looked around and saw a large number of cavalry rushing in behind the woman.
They were the Mongolian cavalry of the Yuan Dynasty, and there were probably hundreds of them.
The plot of Yitian Slaying the Dragon takes place at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. The Yuan Empire established by the Mongols has begun to decline.
The endless rebel armies emerging from various places made the Yuan Dynasty court very anxious. Everyone could see that this huge empire could no longer support it.
But even so, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Most of the provinces are still under the control of the Yuan Dynasty. Let alone ordinary people, even warriors do not dare to provoke the imperial army at will.
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He didn't dare to do it openly, so Song Xuan consciously took out a black scarf from his sleeve robe and covered his face.
Regardless of whether the enemy is strong or weak, as you travel around the world, some methods, even if they feel redundant, are still vague.
It was just this skillful movement that stunned the woman on horseback.
I just took a horse away for a run, but it seems that I provoked a very powerful person!
“Ding-deng-deng!”
The sound of war horses gathering and charging sounded. In this era, the Mongolian cavalry, even though their combat power has long lost the invincibility of the Genghis Khan period, is still an extremely powerful combat force.
Hundreds of cavalrymen gathered, and an ordinary warrior who charged forward would probably die under the enemy's saber and be trampled to pieces by the horses' hooves.
Unfortunately, what they met today was Song Xuan, a great master who had practiced the Nine Yang Divine Art and whose internal strength had almost reached the peak of the Houtian realm!
There was almost no words between the two sides. After seeing the two people in front of them, the Mongolian cavalry not only did not slow down, but instead accelerated their sprint speed.
They were used to treating the Han people as slaves, so they didn't even bother to ask more questions.
They were just two untouchables, they could just be hacked to death without any fuss.
Song Xuan had already become very clear about the virtues of these imperial cavalry in the past two years, so he had no intention of coming forward to argue.
Painful!
The long sword at his waist had been unsheathed at some point, and a white streak streaked through the air. In an instant, it struck a willow tree on the side of the road.
Plop!
The willow tree was cut in half, and fell heavily on the official road among fallen leaves and flying dust. Then, the neighing of war horses and the roaring and scolding sounds of Mongolian cavalry continued to sound.
The two cavalrymen who rushed at the front were thrown directly from their horses and rolled several feet on the ground. They were covered in blood and flesh and looked like they would not survive.
It has to be said that these cavalrymen also had good equestrian skills. After the initial panic, they pulled the reins one by one, and actually circled to both sides, forming an encirclement, and rushed towards Song Xuan again.
"die!"
One of the cavalrymen rushed forward the fastest. His ferocious face showed the excitement of killing someone. He spoke broken Chinese, raised his sword on horseback, and slashed towards Song Xuan's neck.
Song Xuan's expression was as usual, and he didn't see any special movements. He moved his steps slightly, turned to one side of his body to dodge the incoming saber, and then waved the long sword in his hand lightly!
Tsk!
A huge head soared into the sky amid gushing blood, and then fell heavily to the ground.
This sudden scene not only did not make the cavalry retreat, but it seemed to make them really angry. They all screamed, raised their sabers, and slashed at Song Xuan crazily.
Song Xuan sneered, thrust out his sword, and more than a dozen sword shadows appeared, like the cold moon in the cold winter, the light shone all over the fields, attacking from every corner.
Chi chi chi~~
The sounds of flesh and blood being pierced came and went, and the seven or eight figures surrounding him were covering their necks one by one at this moment, their eyes full of horror.
Song Xuan didn't even look at them. He looked like a ghost. He took one step and appeared several feet away.
A cavalryman only saw a blurry afterimage passing in front of him. Before he could react, he felt a pain in his throat, and then warm liquid began to flow.
And it was at this moment that he realized that his neck had been pierced.
But the scary thing is that he didn't even see when the opponent drew his sword!
The number of cavalry is not small, and they are also skilled in bow and horse, but what they are good at is the art of killing enemies on the battlefield. Facing such a martial arts master who has such profound internal skills that he can't even see the figure clearly, he was really overwhelmed for a while.
I was stunned.
Especially when the enemy rushed into their formation, their figure just flickered, and after harvesting their lives, they reappeared in another position. Even if they wanted to shoot arrows, they were unable to aim.
At this moment, these cavalrymen realized that they were going to surround and kill each other, but the result was exactly the opposite. Hundreds of them were surrounded and killed by one person!
Song Xuan's killing speed was so fast that in less than half a cup of tea, the wilderness was covered with corpses.
If he kept the distance, these Mongolian cavalry could deal with him with strong bows and arrows, which would cause him some trouble.
But in close encounters, without the advantage of bows and crossbows, in Song Xuan's eyes, these so-called Dayuan cavalry were nothing more than ordinary people with some superficial martial arts skills.
To kill, he doesn't even need to use his sword skills, he just needs to draw the sword fast enough!
However, although he killed quickly, people are not dead, and some cavalrymen were still timid and turned their horses' heads in advance to escape.
In this regard, Song Xuan did not pursue, but picked up a few stones on the ground, applied his inner energy to them, and then popped them out one after another.
Ordinary stones, in his hands, seemed to turn into meteors from the sky, causing a burst of sound to pierce the sky, and accurately shot down several fleeing cavalry under their horses.
At this point, this hundred-man cavalry team was completely destroyed.
During the whole process, Song Xuan did not ask these people why they wanted to kill people, and those cavalrymen had no intention of asking about Song Xuan's identity.
It seems that killing is a normal thing for both parties.
This is the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Human lives are like grass. Killing people sometimes requires no reason at all!
Only the woman still riding on the horse, looking at the blood and corpses on the ground like a Shura field, her delicate body trembled slightly, and the fear and nervousness appeared on her face without any concealment.
She had never thought that killing someone could be so simple, and even have a dizzying beauty to it.
Who is this young man?
With such skill, he is definitely not an unknown person in the world, right?