Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"The ghost is still here!"

The goshawk in the distance is still circling.

Wu Gong frowned deeply and said, "Speed ​​up, don't let the Mongols catch up."

The Buddha Mother who was in charge of driving immediately raised her whip.

The speed of the carriage immediately increased several times.

Wu Gong was not afraid of the Mongols in the rear, but simply felt that there was no need to have too much to do with them or get into trouble.

But very unlucky.

The Mongols who followed closely behind did not think so.

A specially made silver tent was placed on an oversized carriage. Seven large horses worked together to pull the carriage, taking the tent deep into the forest.

The rear of this luxurious carriage.

Hundreds of heavily armed Mongolians rushed forward closely following this silver tent.

Yin Susu stood in the center of the tent.

With an expressionless face, he looked at the old man in yellow clothes with few hairs in front of him.

This old man is none other than King Jinlun, who has now become the Mongolian national master. Who would have thought that King Jinlun, who had been fighting against King Ruyang back then, would now become King Ruyang's ally, and stand on King Ruyang's side, and begin to encroach on Xixia, Tubo and Dali step by step.

Feel the constant vibrations under your feet.

Yin Susu's face was still expressionless.

Jinlun Dharma King slowly took out a golden wheel from his back. The edge of the wheel was polished as sharp as a razor, and it had already reached the point where it could break the hair.

"The dragon-slaying sword is the representative of the world's martial arts supreme, but I don't think I need the dragon-slaying sword. I am not from the Central Plains, and I don't bother to be the martial arts supreme. My martial arts are not Central Plains martial arts, why should I be a Central Plains person? The supreme martial arts king in the martial arts world? The dragon-slaying knife is just a knife. What I want to pursue cannot be given to me by just a knife."

Jinlun Dharma King smiled contemptuously, but then revealed a slightly ferocious face: "The conditions and temptations you proposed are worthless to me.

In addition, compared to the dragon-slaying knife, I am more interested in your identity.

Is she the daughter of the White-browed Eagle King? "

Yin Susu pursed her lips. She didn't feel the slightest surprise at the exposure of her identity. If the other party couldn't even find out such a small thing, it only meant that the other party's strength was really too poor. She had better take advantage of it. It's better to find an opportunity to slip away.

"Your Excellency is really very powerful. It only took you such a short time to find out my identity." Yin Susu said respectfully, and finally continued: "I originally thought that Your Excellency was just like ordinary people, just in the world. Ordinary people pay all the price for the reputation of the so-called supreme martial artist, but I didn’t expect that you are a person who treats reputation like dirt. This really opened my eyes."

Jin Lun Dharma King chuckled: "Who said I don't need reputation?

What I am pursuing is also reputation, but what I am pursuing is not a boring title like the so-called supreme martial arts king. You don’t understand what I am pursuing, and you will never understand it. Tell me what I want to hear, otherwise, There is no need for you to chat with me here.

I will not kill you. Your value far exceeds your life. I will use you to make a deal with the Ming Cult. I believe that with the loss of the Green Winged Bat King, the Ming Cult will definitely hope for a powerful person like me. ally. "

Yin Susu completely put away her contempt.

She understood that the Jinlun Dharma King in front of her was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Yin Susu pretended to be hesitant and said: "I wonder if His Holiness is aware of the recent rumors of human Ganoderma lucidum in the world?"

A strange smile appeared on Jinlun Dharma King's face. He waved his hand and interrupted Yin Susu's words: "I know what you want to do, and it is nothing more than borrowing a knife to kill someone. If your next words do not break away from the word "borrowing a knife to kill," Then I think you don’t need to say anything more. Even if you want to continue talking, I have no intention of listening anymore. So, I hope you can think carefully about what you should say next. clear."

Yin Susu fell into silence completely.

But not long after, she continued: "I have a way to kill him, I am absolutely sure."

"Huh? Keep talking, I suddenly became interested in this topic."

"I also accidentally discovered that the thing he was afraid of was actually the dragon-slaying knife." Yin Susu told everything he saw on the road. Jinlun Dharma King had a smile on his face, but then his face changed. He got weird, and the expression on his face became weirder and weirder, and at the same time, he started to become slowly serious.

About a quarter of an hour later, a command flag was handed out from the tent. After seeing this command flag, the cavalry who had been following the tent began to rush forward at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, sharp whistles began to sound in the team.

The goshawk that was constantly circling in the sky flapped its wings and flew very far away, and began to guide.

But these flying eagles didn't notice at all.

Not far away from them, a dozen strangely modeled birds were circling around them.

——

"The Mongols are catching up."

Wu Gong slowly withdrew his gaze.

The Mongol's flying eagle has been watching them, and the paper cranes he released are doing the same job.

A doubt came to Wu Gong's mind: "These guys didn't catch up directly just now, but suddenly caught up now, which means they must have discovered something, but what was it that caused them to suddenly Feeling the urge to catch up? ’

Wu Gong suddenly remembered the person he didn't take seriously - Yin Susu!

But soon, a sneer appeared on his face.

If it was the overestimating woman who really wanted to come back for revenge, then he wouldn't hold back this time.

Originally, Wu Gong wanted to let Dai Qisi go after destroying the dragon-slaying knife in her face.

Now, if she ran ahead of time, she would just run away, just to get rid of a useless baggage.

If Wu Gong found out that she had run away and actually lured the Mongols over, her end would not be good.

Wu Gong gently knocked on the roof of the car, and his calm voice penetrated the heavy roof. : "No need to rush at such a fast speed anymore. I want to see what these Mongolians want to do."

Soon, the Mongolian cavalry gradually approached.

But before they got close, just seeing the carriage, they had already started to draw their bows and arrows.

The sharp arrows cut through the air, releasing a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

The sound of "ka ka ka" sounded together, and the car window that had been open was tightly blocked by a hard iron plate, blocking all arrows that wanted to penetrate the car window.

The green light on Wu Gong's hand flickered again.

Below, the running horse began to swell strangely. The blood vessels and muscles broke through the skin envelope together, and eyes bloomed from its skin one after another. The originally tan horsehide began to turn green, and a faint smell of decay floated in the air.

Although it looked particularly ugly or weird, it was no longer afraid of the overwhelming arrows. Even if the arrows penetrated its body, it seemed as if it couldn't feel it at all, and the arrows were quickly bitten by the mouths growing out of its skin.

In the blink of an eye, the arrows were torn to pieces and swallowed completely into the mouths. However, it was obvious that they were not full, because rotten liquid flowed out of the mouths.

The Mongols behind them seemed to see that the arrows could not cause substantial damage to the carriage, and immediately changed their strategy. The cavalry at the front pulled out the machete from his waist, bent down, and suddenly accelerated his speed and sprinted over.

In fact, the Mongolian horse is not tall, but looks a little short, and the distance between the four hooves is also very close. But when it runs now, the speed is extremely fast, and it rushes to the side of the carriage in the blink of an eye.

The two fastest Mongolian cavalrymen waved their scimitars and slashed at Jin Hua Yin Ye's carriage one on the left and one on the right.

"Clang clang clang!"

A sound like a bell kept ringing.

Wu Gong pulled out a long gun from the carriage, jumped on the roof of the car again, and stabbed with the gun without looking.

"puff!"

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

A Mongolian cavalry was stabbed directly. Wu Gong did not throw the body away, but continued to wave his spear to stab the second Mongolian cavalry. The Mongolian cavalry was so frightened that he lost his mind. He looked at the body of his companion whose bones were not yet cold and waved. The scimitar in your hand will be used to chop and block.

But Wu Gong suddenly exerted force, and the spear in his hand drew a black shadow in the air. He heard a pop sound, and before the scimitar had time to chop on the spear, the spear had already killed him and his horse. Picked it up.

Drops of bright red blood were flying in the air.

The carriage made a creaking sound. It was an overwhelming sound, but it was also normal.

After all, two people, one horse and three corpses were picked up on the head of the gun. The huge weight spread from the gun barrel to Wu Gong's body, and was guided into the carriage along with his body.

Wu Gong shook his waist vigorously.

Then he threw the body on the gun head away.

However, more Mongolian cavalry arrived.

And the rain of arrows that had stopped came flooding in again.

Wu Gong sneered and ignored the overwhelming rain of arrows. Dozens of paper cranes flew out from his sleeves. Green light flashed from the bodies of these paper cranes. Each one had several eyes. The strange bird flapped its six-winged wings like a large butterfly, constantly blocking arrows flying from a distance.

Wu Gong is also like a butterfly, flying among thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching it.

His eyes swept over the Mongolian cavalry in the distance.

His eyes finally fixed on a bald old monk in yellow clothes. (End of chapter)