Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 62: Beheading with one knife (please read and vote)

"Thief, die!"

The commander-in-chief was furious to the extreme, and he exploded with all his strength when he took the shot. The violent wind exploded and stirred, rushing in all directions!

Amidst the turbulence of the strong wind, the long sword flashed through the cold light, came through the air, and pierced Lu Nianchou's face.

"Good come!"

Lu Nianchou stood upright on the spot, under the violent wind, her black robe fluttered and her black hair danced wildly.

Facing such a dangerous situation, he did not dodge or dodge, but with a loud shout, the Silver Sparrow Saber exploded in mid-air like a dark thunderbolt.

hum!
The sword light surged vertically and horizontally and collided with the long sword carrying the strong wind, and the rolling sound waves suddenly resounded.

Lu Nianchou immediately felt that the strength on the opponent's arms was terrifying, one level higher than her own.

This was obviously a master of cultivating laymen. If an ordinary person in the world was struck by this sword, the weapon would fly away and his head would be chopped off.

It's just that Lu Nianchou is not an ordinary person, he has both internal and external skills, and his sword skills are even more mastered. Even if the enemy's foreigner is good at it, he is confident that he can kill him within ten strokes.

However, at this moment, there were more than a dozen Mongolian elites beside him, rushing up bravely without fear of death.

"kill!"

They roared crazily and even tried to wrap their bodies and hands around Lu Nianchou at all costs to create opportunities for the captain.

Lu Nianchou held a long knife and stabbed deeply into the enemy's body. However, the man screamed loudly and desperately grabbed the long knife with both hands.

"Kill, kill... him!"

Blood gushed out from the mouth. Lu Nianchou's internal strength was destroyed, and he directly poked a big hole in his chest. His palm was cut off directly, and he kicked him away and fell to the ground.

The commander took advantage of this opportunity, flew up, and unleashed a total of twelve swords in a row, intending to completely dismember the enemy.

The gang wind screamed, and the swift and fierce long sword flashed coldly. Just looking at it seemed to make people feel scalp numb.

Lu Nianchou slashed and slashed, slashing and parrying non-stop, but it was still difficult to break out of the encirclement, instead, the jaws of the tiger were numb and painful from the shock.

He was besieged and killed by seven or eight Mongolian elites at this time. The enemy was not afraid of death. Even if he was injured, he had to use his body to buy time. Once someone fell, someone would immediately make up for it.

"Shoot people first, shoot horses, capture thieves first, and capture the king first. You must kill the commander first, otherwise it will be difficult to get out if you are restrained by this person, and you will die here sooner or later."

He knew that at this moment, he had reached a critical moment of life and death, and if he continued to be besieged by the enemy here, it would only be a dead end.

Lu Nianchou's internal energy was running wildly. He ignored the Mongolian elite swords and guns, and a ferocious look flashed on his face as he shouted: "Die!"

At this moment, the silver sparrow knife in his hand seemed to turn into a ray of moonlight.

boom!
The blade made a fierce buzzing sound. It was the Moon-Chasing Knife, one of the two killing moves of the Lu family's swordsmanship!

"What kind of martial art is this!"

"How can he be so strong? Even if he practiced martial arts from his mother's womb, he wouldn't be so strong!"

The commander's pupils were constricted, and his whole body was terrified. He knew in his heart that as long as he couldn't block the sword at this moment, he would die.

"Oh!"

At the juncture of life and death, he let out a roar with red eyes, his already thick arms suddenly swelled up again, and he raised the iron sword with both hands and smashed it.

There was only a "clang" sound, and there was a faint sound of cracking silk in the air.

"This knife! This knife! I don't want to die!"

The commander's face was twisted and his eyes were full of madness and unwillingness. Lu Nianchou's sword skills were far faster than imagined.

"what!"

Only half of the scream ended abruptly. Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, his head suddenly swelled and exploded!
The bright red blood and snow-white brains were blown away by the howling night wind on the faces of the several Mongolian soldiers behind them.

He raised the long sword with both hands, still maintaining the slashing posture, but his body was standing still, but his head was cut open by a knife, and he was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

Lu Nianchou didn't care about it, and exploded with a killer move, killing this person with a single knife, but almost at the same time, those Mongolian soldiers also slashed his body with swords and guns.

Although he had the light kung fu skills to dodge and the hard kung fu skills from outside to protect his body, his back and left arm were still torn open with two bloody wounds.

However, he secretly called out luck in his heart, the commander of the Mongolian army practiced Kungfu from outsiders, if he was replaced by any master from insiders, he would be in danger today.

Just when he was fighting with the enemy, Hong Lingbo also encountered an extremely terrifying crisis.

Lu Nianchou was entangled by the enemy and found it difficult to break out of the encirclement. She faced more and more enemies, with swords, spears and shadows constantly attacking her.

The long sword in her hand struck quickly, blocking the enemy weapons that were attacking her. However, there were too many attacking enemies, and the sword light blocked her.

Even though her swordsmanship was swift, there were still two saber lights flashing, slashing in the air, bringing the sound of whistling knives.

At the same time, two spears were like poisonous snakes, usually attacking from the left and right sides respectively, completely blocking the possibility of her dodging to both sides.

With a coquettish shout, Hong Lingbo forced a mouthful of internal strength, and his body miraculously lifted up by Zhang Xu, and then the sword light fell like raindrops, covering the top of the enemy's head.

This is exactly the movement method of the Ancient Tomb School's unique lightness kung fu, which shows its ingenious and incomparable usefulness at the most critical moment.

"Pfft!!"

There was a sound of engine starting, and dozens of long arrows shot out from the side.

Just now she was entangled with those Mongolian elites, and those crossbowmen naturally did not dare to act rashly, but now they rose into the sky and became targets instead.

Hong Lingbo secretly screamed that something was not good. The enemy's machetes and spears below formed a death trap. Above, there was a rain of arrows that completely enveloped him. For a moment, the disaster in front of him was unavoidable.

With a squeak, she raised her slender feet, stepped on a spear with great precision, and used the force to flip back, just in time to avoid the danger of the arrows.

The long sword cast a shadow and met the scimitars and spears attacking from behind and from the left and right wings.

She practiced with Li Mochou for ten years, most of which were spent on lightness kung fu. The ancient tomb sect's body skills are dexterous and cunning, often allowing him to advance and retreat freely.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, it was the first time.

"Ding ding ding!"

Amidst a series of sounds of gold and iron clashing, Hong Lingbo blocked a piece of knife light, but was still inevitably injured. A spear pierced through his left leg directly, and a big bloody hole appeared, and blood spattered down.

Hong Lingbo exclaimed, and swords and spears from all directions followed him.

Her face became extremely pale, and her heart was filled with the fear of death. She slashed with the long sword in her hand, but it was of no avail.

Hong Lingbo originally wanted to call for help, but then he thought that if he did so, it would very likely bring Lu Nianchou into a desperate situation.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound. She was about to fall from the air and be pierced by the spear and scimitar.

"Get out of here!"

At this moment, suddenly there was a sword light that split the weapons, and Lu Nianchou's figure was seen rising into the sky, hugging Hong Lingbo.

Amidst the clashing sounds of weapons, the dagger in Lu Nianchou's hand firmly protected every gap and flaw in Hong Lingbo.

Although in the shadow of swords and spears, Hong Lingbo felt safer than ever before.

At this time, the captain of thousands was dead and the biggest threat had been removed, but there were still a lot of Mongolian elites.

The surrounding enemies are like waves rising and falling, wave after wave of siege.

In order to rescue Hong Lingbo, Lu Nianchou fought fiercely until now, but finally failed to break out of the encirclement, and fell into the most dangerous situation.

(End of this chapter)