Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 49: Kill them all (please read and vote)

The whisk in Li Mochou's hand wrapped itself around Hadanbaatar's neck like a poisonous snake: "Daluhuachi? You were so arrogant when you showed off your power in front of me just now, and now you want to be killed by me, and you think of threatening 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 die at someone else's hands before you have time to fight me to the death."

At the same time, the expressions of the Mongolian soldiers on the side changed drastically when they saw Hadanbaatar being beaten to death on the spot. At this moment, they shouted and rushed forward with their swords drawn.

"Why are you still standing there, kill all these Tartars!"

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 fell down suddenly, his whole body twitched, and blood spurted out of his throat continuously, seeing that he couldn't say anything.

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 the whisk, and immediately swept across, and several Mongolian soldiers who rushed in front flew out.

Lu Nianchou's saber was as fast as lightning, and with a single charge, a loud shout, and a flash of cold light, a large amount of blood spattered immediately.

Hong Lingbo didn't hesitate either. The sword light exploded like mercury, and a little bit of blood immediately spattered.

Li Mochou's martial arts are powerful, one person takes the lead, the dust in her hands is filled with true energy, she is stronger and more powerful than a heavy axe and a hammer, whether it is a scimitar or a spear, it blows away one after another.

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 slashed with swords, quickly and fiercely, protecting his back and sides, those Mongolian soldiers fell down one after another, leaving a large number of corpses on the long street.

The Mongolian soldiers are all fierce by nature, and they have been fighting continuously in recent years. They are all veterans who have 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, puffing one after another, killing dozens of Mongolian soldiers in just a dozen or so breaths.

When Liu Chuxuan saw him later, he was terrified and thought: "What a cruel heart, what a vicious method, these three masters and apprentices are already close to the way of the devil..."

At this time, Lu Nianchou was boiling with murderous intent, covered in blood, only felt that with 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 frenzied slaughter, his own saber technique was like being forged in an oven, tempered with a thousand hammers, and was about to be transformed and sublimated.

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, 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 watched the battle in the dark, whether they were ordinary people or martial arts professionals, were startled when they saw him so brave, and they all thought to themselves: "What a fierce man!"

At this time, there were not many Mongolian soldiers left who had been killed, and they finally began to fear. Many people wept bitterly and fled in all directions.

"Catch up with me, kill them all, and never let one 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 long roar, and rushed forward, the sword flashed, and the frightened Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground with blood spattering.

Hong Lingbo also used Qinggong and advanced rapidly at an astonishing speed, killing a Mongolian soldier every moment.

At this moment, there was a new wind blowing, and the dark clouds covered the sky, and it seemed that a blizzard was coming.

On this long street, there was continuous fighting, the ground was stained red with blood, many corpses were piled up, and broken limbs and arms were everywhere.

The place was originally noisy, with the angry shouts of the Mongolian soldiers everywhere.

However, as time passed, it became silent, and the field 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 all over, stood still, and then hit the ground with a bang.

Panting slightly, she withdrew her sword, looked around and saw corpses everywhere, 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.

"Death to me!"

Lu Nianchou yelled violently, the knife flashed, and with a puff, a head fell to the ground, and the body fell slowly.

After killing the last few Mongolian soldiers, there was silence in front of the Four Seas Inn.

Corpses littered the fields, blood flowed into rivers, and only three masters and disciples stood upright on the long street.

Even many people who were watching from the sidelines were pale, their feet were weak, and some even couldn't help vomiting.

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 off the blood on her tender palm, 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.

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