In a panic, Huo Qingtong hurriedly stabbed back with her spear. Chilao Wen grinned hideously and directly flicked the silver spear in her hand away with a knife. Then, he grabbed her belt and pulled her onto his horse.
Chilao Wen was overjoyed. He thought to himself that Borhu, that good-for-nothing, had been killed by this woman. He was about to shout that Huo Qingtong had been captured and completely destroy the morale of the Wooden Table Lun Tribe. "Huo Qingtong has been …"
Suddenly, all the hair on his body stood up. Being on the battlefield all year round, he had an instinctive ability to predict danger. He hurriedly dodged to the side and even ignored Huo Qingtong in his hand.
However, it was still too late. What entered his eyes was a bright moon. It was beautiful and tranquil, but it was filled with a demonic aura. In the next second, he realized that he was flying, but why could he still see his body?
A terrible conjecture suddenly appeared in his mind. At the same time, his hair stood on end, and he escaped into endless darkness.
The bodyguards around Chilao Wen widened their eyes. They did not understand why the Shuiyue Great Sect would suddenly attack. Although the martial arts of the main general, Chilao Wen, was not as good as the Shuiyue Great Sect, he should not have been killed with one knife.
After a short period of shock, these bodyguards reacted one after another. One by one, they angrily rushed toward Song Qingshu, wanting to avenge their master. This group of people was chosen by Chilao Wen to be his bodyguards. Many of them were his Na Ke 'er's slaves and companions, and they were bound together for good or bad. Therefore, when they saw their master being killed, they went crazy and charged at Song QingShu without a care for their lives.
Song Qingshu kicked Chilao Wen's head to Huo Qingtong. "Leave this to me. You go and do your own thing."
Huo Qingtong smiled at him and did not talk nonsense. She directly rode on Chilao Wen's horse and carried his head to the battlefield. She shouted, "Chilao Wen is dead, Chilao Wen is dead!"
At this time, Song Qingshu had no time to care about her. Facing the bodyguards coming from all directions, he directly displayed the Divine Knife Slash that he had learned from Murong Jingyue.
The Divine Knife Chop was a knife technique of the Full Moon Scimitar. Although it was called a knife technique, there was actually only one move. With one chop, the opponent would definitely die. This Saber Technique was called the Demonic Saber because it contained a demonic nature that made people unable to suppress their killing intent. However, on the battlefield, this Saber Technique was perfect.
On the battlefield, there were enemies and attacks coming from all directions. The martial arts of moving and dodging that alternated between real and fake in the martial arts world were not very effective. What was more practical were the straightforward moves that could eliminate the enemies in front of them in the shortest time and with the least amount of energy.
The Divine Blade Slash was like chopping vegetables. One slash, one slash …
Although Tchila Wen's group of bodyguards were valiant, after witnessing their companions being chopped into two halves, the innate fear of human nature finally suppressed their thoughts of revenge.
"Devil, this is a devil!"
No one knew who shouted, but the group of people finally scattered in all directions. Out of the hundreds of bodyguards just now, only less than a hundred were left.
Song Qingshu's eyes were completely red as he waved his blade and chased after them, harvesting these fleeing soldiers.
"Benefactor ~" A cry of alarm woke him up at this time. Song Qingshu's figure paused and he turned around to see Ya Li Xian hiding behind a pile of hay with Che Erku, looking at him with a look of fear.
Song Qingshu looked down at the blade in his hand that was covered in blood. Instantly a disgusted feeling filled him and he couldn't help bending over to vomit.
Although Ya Li Xian was a bit afraid, she still came over and gave him a pot of water while gently patting his back.
"Thank you." Song Qingshu drank an entire pot of water before he gradually calmed down. He threw the blood covered blade to the side. This Divine Blade Chop's blade technique truly had a demonic nature, even he was almost controlled by it. 52 Literature
Looking up, the battle had already reached its end. This Mongolian army was originally scattered in the tents of the Tieyan Tribe and had long lost their formation. Huo Qingtong's divine soldiers descended from the sky and they had no time to stop the formation from effectively resisting.
Moreover, their commander, Chila Win, was dead, and Song Qingshu had also scattered his personal guards. How could the others still have the will to fight? Very soon, they began to flee. Now, Huo Qingtong was leading his soldiers to surround and kill the fleeing Mongolian cavaliers.
Seeing the blood and flesh flying on the battlefield, Song Qingshu's expression was very ugly. He actually hated killing people the most, but many times he was forced to do so by the situation. He had to end this chaotic world as soon as possible.
Two hours later, Huo Qingtong rode back on his horse. Cheers rang out everywhere. They had won two consecutive victories against the Mongolians, who had been invincible in recent years. They had destroyed more than three thousand of their most elite Qie Xue and one thousand of Ochen's private soldiers. This could be considered the worst defeat the Mongolians had suffered in recent years.
Looking at the valiant woman on the horse in the distance, Ya Li Xian couldn't help sighing. Her voice was filled with admiration and admiration, "This is the green feather yellow robe, no wonder the tribes on the plains call her a heroine. She is also this beautiful, I wonder which family will have the fortune to marry her in the end."
Song Qingshu said, "Madam, you are also very beautiful. There is also Ah Man, the two of you are not worse than her."
Ya Li Xian shook her head, "We only have good looks, we are far worse than the green feather yellow robe, far worse … …"
While the two of them were talking, Huo Qingtong had already finished arranging the tasks of his subordinates. He rode his horse over, "Madam, can I speak with him alone?"
Ya Li Xian never thought that she would take the initiative to talk to her and couldn't help feeling a bit flattered, "Of course, of course you can." As she spoke, she quickly moved Che Erku back to the tent.
"Such a slender waist, such a beautiful woman. No wonder Wu Sun and Chi Lao Wen covet her so much." Looking at Ya Li Xian's back, Huo Qingtong couldn't help praising her.
"She was also praising you just now." Song Qingshu looked at Ya Li Xian's swaying waist and felt like he was a bit possessed.
"She is already married." Huo Qingtong suddenly said.
"Un?" Song Qingshu was a bit confused.
"I have long heard of young master's hobby, but seeing it with my own eyes today, I really don't know what to say." Huo Qingtong's voice was filled with ridicule.
Song Qingshu snappily looked at her, "Is this how you treat your benefactor?"
"I specially came to thank you this time." Huo Qingtong's brows revealed a trace of a smile, "I didn't say anything and you actually knew to make a move at the most suitable time. I never thought that our first time working together would be this compatible."
"This is not our first time working together." Song Qingshu said.
"Ah?" Huo Qingtong blinked and her eyes were filled with doubt.
"Previously in the labyrinth, you cooperated very well and pretended to be my woman. Even a Tong Tian Shaman was fooled by you." Song QingShu's gaze fell on her pair of round and slender thighs as she rode on the horse. A thought suddenly appeared in his mind. If he patted her butt on the bed, would she be able to cooperate so perfectly?
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