He killed Zhebei with one knife. Ling Muyun turned around and wanted to find Tuolei and others, but saw Tuolei and others use their swords to cut a big hole in the tent cloth and escape directly along the hole. When the other generals seemed to have been reminded of this, they cut through the tent cloth and escaped from the deadly tent.

Ling Muyun was so angry when he saw this scene. He originally wanted to just scoop up the Mongolian senior management team. Unexpectedly, these people were so bored. He killed their master and father. Not only did they not want to take revenge, but they were also rushing to escape. Is this the Mongolian who is known for his ferocity?

But he didn't think about it. It's true that the Mongolians are brave and ruthless, but they are not fools. They are still rushing up stupidly even though they know it's a matter of death? That's not brave, but stupid! Who is the fool who can be among the top leaders of the Mongolian Khanate?

"My friend Ling, there are more and more people outside, and it will be troublesome if you don't leave!"

At this time, Hong Qigong's voice came at the right time. Ling Muyun looked back and saw a large number of Mongolian soldiers coming towards the tent. If Hong Qigong had not blocked the tent, he would have entered the tent. Moreover, there were a large number of archers gathered in front of the tent. Now that the arrows have not been fired, it is probably because he is concerned about other Mongolian senior officials in the tent. If the living Mongolian senior officials escaped, he must have shot thousands of arrows at the same time!

Seeing this, Ling Muyun knew that it was indeed not appropriate to drag him any longer. He immediately turned around and rushed out of the tent and said to Hong Qigong: "Qian Gong, let's go!"

"Okay!" Hong Qigong responded with a smile, and immediately rushed out with Ling Muyun.

Hong Qigong and Ling Muyun did not choose to join together and rush out, but divided into two groups, each choosing one direction to break out. Not only was it easier to break out because it was easier to distract the enemy's attention, but it was also because the outside of the tent was now surrounded by Mongolian soldiers, both Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong were besieged.

Both of them are the most powerful masters in the world. Although there are many Mongolian soldiers, it is not a huge pressure for them. They do not need to cover each other like ordinary people. They charge each other and gather together. While facing the siege, they must also be careful not to hurt each other by accident, and instead cannot let go.

But if you break through separately, anyway, enemies are all coming from all directions, so you will have no scruples. Just let go and kill the enemy, and your strength can be fully exerted. Moreover, if the two break through separately, the Mongols' attention will be dispersed, and the chance of breaking through will be greater!

As soon as Ling Muyun rushed out of the camp, he was immediately surrounded by Mongolian soldiers. The wind roared, and five or six steel knives and seven or eight spears were slashing towards Ling Muyun almost at the same time, with the striking moment of chopping it into rotten meat and tying it into sieve.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun urged the demon seed in his mind. The demon seed was beating, and a huge spiritual mind power surged out like a tide, and immediately exerted the mental power field. Under the control of his spiritual mind power, a whirlwind swept up strangely with dust. The Mongolian soldiers who were besieging were almost fascinated at the same time. The swords and guns in their hands couldn't help but slow down.

Ling Muyun, who was surrounded in the center, took the opportunity to move, and his body rose into the air. He swept out the sword in his hand, drawing a snow-lit arc in the night, like a full moon, and the sound of broken armor and torn flesh and silk sounded. More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers cut their throats almost at the same time, and their bodies flew backwards and fell out.

"Kill!" Just as more than a dozen people fell down, almost the same number surrounded him and slashed and stabbed Ling Muyun.

Ling Muyun shouted and raised a breath of true energy. The peerless sword technique was swept out. The sword light was like a dragon, slashing out four outwards with his body as the axial direction, drawing a moon-like aperture, knocking away the swords and guns that were attacking were blown away.

Then his body suddenly bounced up and rushed into the crowd like a dragon. The sword light was dazzling like a rainbow, as fast as the wind and lightning. As the sword light passed, blood splashed, and screams started. The Mongolian soldiers fell down like scarecrows. Although the Mongolian soldiers fought desperately to block it, they could not stop him from moving forward. He saw his sword light like lightning, his body was like a swimming fish, and he easily killed and broke out.

Only as soon as he rushed out of the crowd, Ling Muyun saw a larger encirclement outside the crowd, surrounded by a large number of Mongolian soldiers. Looking around, there were many figures and swords and guns, and not only a few people. At the front of the team were two rows of archers, and there were at least thousands of them, one by one, one by one, was placing a bow and arrow, heading towards him.

And deep in the crowd, there were several people who were heavily defended. Although the sky was dark, Ling Muyun's eyes could still vaguely see that those people were the four people who escaped in the tent while taking advantage of the chaos. Unexpectedly, these people were moving quite quickly, under such heavy defense.

"Shoot the arrow! Shoot them to death!"

Seeing Ling Muyun appear, Shu Chi and others shouted orders to shoot arrows, but they actually ignored the lives and deaths of the Mongolian soldiers who were still fighting Ling Muyun. After all, such an arrow was not only Ling Muyun, but also within the range of the bow and arrow.

Little did they know that for Shu Chi and others, Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong were no different from nightmare. As long as they could kill them, not to mention killing hundreds of soldiers by chance, even if they died of eight thousand, they would give orders without hesitation. Although they knew that doing so would affect the morale of the army to a certain extent, the morale of the army could be slowly recovered when affected. If Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong escaped, they would have to face the life threats that Ling and Hong might bring at any time in the future, and they would have to live in nightmare day and night.

With the order of Shu Chi and others, thousands of arrows suddenly shot out, and countless sharp arrows tear apart the air roared and shot towards Ling Muyun, densely filled with rain.

Facing the rain-like arrows shot towards him, Ling Muyun smiled coldly, without evading dodging, and went straight to meet him. The movement of his mind, with his body as the center, suddenly a violent whirlwind blew within a radius of one meter, forming a strong wind barrier around him. As soon as the arrows shot reached this range, they were blown by the strong whirlwind, and the arrows were deviated and fell to other places, not hurting Ling Muyun at all.

Although these archers were aiming at Ling Muyun, how could they shoot so accurately with only a big target? Most of them passed by Ling Muyun, and only a few shots actually shot in front of Ling Muyun.

The Mongolian soldiers who were still fighting with Ling Muyun were in trouble. They really didn't expect that the comrades on the opposite side would even be shrouded in the attack range without caring about their lives. They did not have Ling Muyun's ability. They were killed and killed and suffered heavy casualties as densely shot arrows as rain. They fell down like straws, and screamed in tears.

Among them, the soldiers who were the most fighting spirit and chased Ling Muyun were the most intensely and were first hit by the dense rain of arrows, and turned into hedgehogs. Without the obstruction of the people rushing in front, the soldiers behind were also hit and were shot by the stray arrows. Many people were still in disbelief when they died, as if they couldn't understand why their comrades attacked them!

Seeing this, the Mongolian soldiers suddenly felt panic and turmoil. It was enough to make up their minds to shoot their companions to test their nerves. The ability shown by Ling Muyun was really beyond their imagination. Even though they were all elite soldiers who had been through the battlefield for a long time, they couldn't help but become suspicious when they saw this difficult-to-explain scene. Ling Muyun's image in their hearts became mysterious instantly, and they all guessed whether Ling Muyun was a god or a ghost, and how could a human have such a skill?

People are always full of fear of unknown things, and these Mongolian soldiers are also ordinary. After seeing the strange means of controlling the wind shown by Ling Muyun, the Mongolian soldiers were all in their hearts, and the archers hesitated and did not dare to shoot at Ling Muyun again for a while.

How fast Ling Muyun was! With the hesitation of the archers, he had already been close to several feet, and was only more than ten feet away from the Mongolian soldiers' formation.

"Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows quickly. Those who dare to violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

The Mongolian general who ruled the archers quickly shouted the orders. Although the archers were frightened, they still instinctively chose to obey the military orders under the strict orders. Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows poured out again and shot towards Ling Muyun.

"How can I stand my abilities!"

Ling Muyun was not afraid, and used the same trick again. The demon species in his mind was rushing, and the mental power field was ignited with all his strength, and the strong wind was even stronger. The dense strong arrow shot into the range of the mental power field, and it suddenly seemed to be shot into the water flow, wrapped in strong wind and moved to the side. Even if some forces strongly broke through the obstruction of the strong wind, their strength was greatly reduced and they were easily opened by Ling Muyun.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Hundreds of archers were divided into two groups, one group shot arrows and then rolled the arrows, and the other group took the opportunity to shoot arrows. The two groups took turns, without stopping, and the sharp arrows were as dense as rain, without giving people a chance to breathe.

If someone else came, facing such a dense arrow shot, they would probably be shot to the ending of the scene. But Ling Muyun looked at the strong arrows that were shot as if nothing was left, accompanied by the strong wind, and rushed forward. In a moment, he rushed to the front of these Mongolian soldiers with layers of arrow rain. He was nothing, but all the Mongolian soldiers behind him were shot and killed.

"The archer retreats, the infantry comes forward and kills!"

With the order from the Mongolian general, the archers stood up and retreated, while the Mongolian soldiers holding spears and scimitars who were standing behind stepped forward. The dense spears and scimitars were lifted up in one go, and a forest of swords and guns was formed, and they came towards Ling Muyun. Although the Mongolian soldiers were vaguely afraid of Ling Muyun at this time, the military orders were ashamed and the soldiers still instinctively chose to obey the military orders.

"Let me open it!" Ling Muyun shouted loudly, activate the true energy in his body with all his strength. He turned the long sword in his hand and drew out a crescent-moon-like sword-training light, and slashed heavily against the sword curtain and gun forest.

A burst of dense burst sounded, and the broken gun and spear flew everywhere. The row of Mongolian soldiers who were blocking the front vomited blood and fell backwards. Ling Muyun forced a gap in the gun forest. Ling Muyun succeeded with a blow, and his body did not stop. He rushed into the Mongolian queue like a gust of wind.

"Kill!" The Mongolian army raised their swords and guns and rushed towards Ling Muyun.

Ling Muyun's body was like a dragon, and his long sword was waving and blooming. The sword light was like a waterfall. The sharp sword energy swept away wantonly, as if it had turned into a sickle in the hand of the god of death. Every sword light flashed, a Mongolian soldier would scream and fall down and turn into a dead body. Although the Mongolian soldiers fought desperately, they were as fragile as if they were to be slaughtered under Ling Muyun's hands. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not get rid of the arrival of death.

Gradually, many Mongolian soldiers were panicked. After all, only a few people were able to face death without being moved. Although these Mongolian soldiers were brave, not everyone could be ready to die. No matter how loud Shu Chi and others shouted in the military formation, they could not stop Ling Muyun's rushing.

At this moment, Ling Muyun suddenly felt the pressure in front of him. He looked up and realized that he had killed the encirclement and rushed out of the encirclement without realizing it. Looking back, a large number of Mongolian soldiers were chasing him.

Ling Muyun smiled and saw that there was still fighting in the military formation on the other side not far away. He immediately jumped around, and ran towards the place where he fought. When he got closer, he saw Hong Qigong, holding a green bamboo stick and carrying a red gourd, and then he saw that Hong Qigong, holding a green bamboo stick, was killed outward from the middle, and beat the dog-beating stick from the distance, and bombarded the eighteen dragon-subduing palms. It was unstoppable in all directions. Although there were many enemies around him, he retreated repeatedly under his advancing!

"Seventh Duke, I'll help you!"

Ling Muyun laughed, shook his sword in his hand, and drew a sharp sword light and rushed into the crowd again. The Mongolian soldiers were desperately besieging Hong Qigong. How could they have thought that Ling Muyun would suddenly appear behind him? He was killed in a state of vain without any preparation.

Originally, the Mongolian soldiers could not stop Hong Qigong, so when Ling Muyun killed him like this, Hong Qigong and Ling Muyun cooperated with each other, and the general formation was easily penetrated and joined together.

"Seven Lords, let's go."

"Okay, go and see how the old naughty boy is doing, and ask him to go with him."

Immediately, the two of them easily rushed out of the broken military formation and flew towards the place where Zhou Botong was shouting. Seeing that the two murderers Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong were killed by the siege, they immediately became anxious and furious, and ordered pursuit.

But Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong's light skills are so great that they are like lightning. How could these ordinary Mongolian soldiers catch up with them? Moreover, Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong were also afraid of killing them before. So many people died, but they were not even injured by Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong. How could they not be discouraged?

However, due to the military order, they still pursued Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong. As for whether they could catch up, they did not consider it. In the hearts of many people, it was better not to catch up.

In fact, there were many Mongolian soldiers outside the encirclement ordered by Shu Chi, Tolei and others. After all, this was the tent of the central Mongolian royal court, and the number of Mongolian troops stationed was extremely large. However, without the organized siege, some scattered soldiers and roaming warriors were even more unlikely to pose an obstacle or threat to Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong.

The two of them also encountered many teams of Mongolian soldiers along the way, but they were easily killed and separated by the two. Therefore, they were almost unrestrained and rushed to the scene of Zhou Botong's trouble.

When they arrived at the place, Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong realized that it was not only Zhou Botong, but also Guo Jing. At this time, the two were also facing each other. There were many corpses of Mongolian soldiers on the ground, and many Mongolian soldiers surrounded them, timidly and dared not move forward. It was obvious that they had suffered a great loss before.

There were also many Mongolian soldiers who were aiming at the field with bows and arrows. As the Ma Shang ethnic group, almost all of them were good at riding and shooting, and many of them had bows and arrows around them. It seemed that they were obviously worried that the two people who fought with Zhou Botong and Guo Jing in the field were afraid of accidental injuries. Therefore, although they were ready to pull the bow and arrow, no one dared to shoot.

Let’s look at the person who fought with Zhou Botong and Guo Jing. The one who fought with Guo Jing was a middle-aged monk with a slightly handsome face, Zhichi, the disciple of Huo Forefather Tuo that Ling Muyun had met before.

The one who fought with Zhou Botong was an old man wearing a fiery red monk's robe. This man looked older than Zhou Botong in his eighties and nineties. He was tall, with white hair and eyes like a lamp. He had an extremely powerful aura in his every move. He thought he was a fire forebodou.

Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong looked into the field, and a look of shock flashed in their eyes. Zhou Botong's fists and feet were added to fight with Huo Foreword Tuo. He saw that Huo Foreword Tuo seemed to have extremely terrifying powerful force. Each punch was hit, and before he could touch Zhou Botong's fists and feet, he had already made a slight burst of air, which was extremely fierce and fierce.

Zhou Botong was obviously not as strong as his opponent in terms of strength, so he used the skill of fighting with both hands, and used seventy-two ways of Kongming Fist with one palm to respond to the real with the virtuality, and to use the air as strong as the air, and to resist the fire forebotuo's tricks.

The other hand used the iron palm skill learned from Ling Muyun, and took advantage of the gap between the two of them to attack the Fire Forefather Tuo. Once the Fire Forefather Tuo returned to block the move, he often avoided it and did not dare to fight with him head-on. Therefore, although Zhou Botong used the skill of fighting with both hands, he could only barely fight with the Fire Forefather Tuo, and he did not gain any advantage.

This is also the reason why Ling Muyun and Hong Qigong were surprised. Zhou Botong knew the martial arts very well. Because he practiced the two great masters of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, Zhou Botong's martial arts was no longer the same as before. Even if he didn't use his hands to fight each other, his martial arts had reached the level of the five great masters in the past. Once he used the technique of fighting each other with his hands, even Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi, who also made great progress in martial arts, would have to be at a disadvantage.
Chapter completed!