When Jin Guanghao saw Yang Yi holding a fire stick and saying that it was a murderous sword, he shook his head and thought to himself: "This young master Yang looks majestic and heroic, but he turns out to be a fool! He heard that the Tartars came over and was actually scared crazy!"

He looked unbearable and no longer got angry. Instead, he said to Yang Yi warmly: "Young Master Yang, don't be afraid. As long as we don't speak, there will be no danger..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Yi shaking the fire stick in his hand. With a "bang", the stick exploded when he shook, and wood chips shot everywhere, and a strange-looking sword appeared in Yang Yi's hand.

Jin Guanghao was shocked: "This...what is going on?"

Yang Yi didn't answer, and walked with a sword, saying as he walked, "Golden Band Head, I'll kill the Tartars. If you can't wait for me, you can leave first, but the things in my car must be kept for me."

Jin Guanghao had already realized that he had misunderstood. The Young Master Yang in front of him seemed to be not an ordinary person!

Seeing Yang Yi walking to the stream, pulling off the reins of the horse and getting on the horse, Jin Guanghao was a little curious after all. There were not many people in the world who dared to kill Tartars. The man in front of him was actually going to fight with groups of Tartars. His courage was extraordinary!

Just because of this, Jin Guanghao wanted to ask his name. If he unfortunately dies, he would spread his name for him and let the world know that there is such a person in the world.

After chasing for a few steps, Jin Guanghao asked, "What do you call young master?

Yang Yi got on the horse and smiled, "When Yang Yi is down, the Golden Detachment Head should go into the woods for a while."

Jin Guanghao said casually: "It turned out to be Mr. Yang..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized: "Yang Yi? Are you the God of Killing Yang Yi?"

Yang Yi rushed forward by the horse and laughed: "It's Mr. Yang!"

Seeing Yang Yi rushing out of the woods, Jin Guanghao stood there for a long time before returning to the woods where the escort team was located, and murmured constantly: "It's him! It's him!"

Seeing that he was unscrupulous, the escort asked one after another: "Boss Jin, who is this person? He actually went to kill the Tartars?"

"His sword is so weird!"

"But there is really a kind of kindness!"

"Are you really going to kill the Tartars?"

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When Jin Guanghao saw them asking in a low voice, he looked surprised. They were all incredible that Yang Yi rushed out like crazy.

Jin Guanghao whispered: "Shut up!"

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, he said, "He is Yang Yi!"

"ah!"

"Kill... Kill God?"

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The silence suddenly came to death in the woods.

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But Yang Yi beat the horse out of the forest and saw thick smoke rolling in a village not far away, the horse neighed, the people roared, and the miscellaneous screams and cried bitterly, and it looked like a scene of slaughtering the village and destroying the village.

He has seen many such scenes now, but the scenes of slaughtering villages in the past were done by the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, but today they were done by the Tartars.

If he followed his previous temper, he would naturally come to kill these Tartars as soon as possible. But at the critical moment of healing, although his expression was the same as that of ordinary people, eating and drinking water was as usual, but in fact, his energy was nine parts concentrated on the flow of the true qi in his body. Until the true qi was running without any hindrance and his injuries had healed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he drew his sword out of the forest to kill the Tartars.

At this moment, Yang Yi rode his horse closer and saw a few strangely dressed Tartars at the top of the village wandering around. When he saw Yang Yi riding a horse, a Tartar roared towards Yang Yi. Then, after the few people around him reacted, they all rode horses to welcome him. There was still a distance away. The Tartars in front said something. Seeing that Yang Yi was riding a horse without reducing his speed, he didn't talk nonsense, immediately raised his bow and arrow and shot an arrow at Yang Yi.

Compared to the Ming army robbing and slaughtering villages, there was not even a single guard, these Tartars were much stronger.

These Tartars who were whistling were very skillful and had a few arrows very fast and accurate. After Yang Yi waved his sword to open the arrows he shot, he frowned. He felt that these arrows were much more powerful than the arrows shot by the Ming army in the past, and his accurate head was much higher.

Seeing that the bows and arrows could not be shot by Yang Yi, several Tartars rumbling at each other and pointed the horse that Yang Yi was riding. At this time, several Tartars rode out from the village, threw the food, gold and silver in their hands aside, bent their bows and arrows to shoot Yang Yi in a volley.

"unlucky!"

Yang Yi is now injured and cannot exert all his strength. The horse he is riding is big and looks like a locust. He can't hold the horse with only the golden snake sword in his hand.

He reacted very quickly. Since he couldn't save the horse, he wouldn't care about it!

He immediately pulled out his short sword and inserted it into the horse's butt, then turned over and fell under the horse's belly.

After the horse was injured, it ran forward with a long neigh. Yang Yi controlled the direction of his running under the horse's belly. He looked closer and he had already rolled in front of a Tartar horse.

The Tartar was shocked and swung his sword to slash at Yang Yi, but the scimitar in his hand had just been raised and his head had already flew out.

Yang Yi laughed loudly, grabbed the headless body of the Tartars, and said with a smile: "I'm worried about not having a shield, so why don't you have it?"

His arm strength was amazing. The dead Tartars were of different height and weight than ordinary people, at least about 200 kilograms, but when he grabbed it in his hand, he waved like the wind and as light as straw.

He rode the Tartars' war horse and grabbed the Tartar's body as a "shield". The bows and arrows of the Tartars in front of him were no longer effective. Seeing that he was so fierce, even though the Tartars were brave, they were all afraid at this time. They shouted a few times and began to avoid Yang Yi from afar. Seeing that the distance was safe, they turned around and shot Yang Yi with their bows and arrows. At the same time, more Tartars came out in the village and shot Yang Yi one after another.

Yang Yi frowned, "Why are there so many Tartars in Shandong?" Every Tartar here is equipped with bows and arrows. They have high archery skills and strong physiques, and their lethality is much stronger than the Ming army. The key is that they have strong mobility. When they see that they are not good, they will ride away immediately. It is easy to kill them, but it will be a bit difficult to kill them all.

After thinking about it, Yang Yi rode a horse and retreated for a while, took a large bow from the dead headless Tartar in his hand, and then threw the Tartar body forward far away. A chasing Tartar could not dodge and was smashed to death on the spot.

Yang Yi pulled out an arrow from the quiver on the side of the war horse, bent his bow and shot it at a Tartar. The hard bow in his hand was extremely elastic, and he shot it away with an arrow, and with a "swoosh" sound, the Tartars in front were startled, but then they found that although the arrow was shot, their accuracy was amazing, and they all laughed. Several of them almost fell from the horse.

Yang Yi's face was hot, "Damn, I was laughed at by a few Tartars!"

He had never learned to shoot archery before, so he naturally had no accurate head at all. But he was a very smart person with high martial arts talent, which was terrifying. He shot several arrows in succession, but at the beginning, the accurate head was not very good, but as a pot of arrows was shot, he had mastered the tricks of archery and was getting more and more accurate.

After mastering the archery trick, Yang Yi was very energetic and rushed forward. After the arrow was shot, he abandoned the horse and ran. He was extremely skilled in light skills, and he was actually much faster than a horse when he ran. Although he was injured, he could not run for a long time, but there was no problem with sprinting for a period of time.
Chapter completed!