Chapter 2
However, this thought just flashed, then heard several miserable screams, one after another.
Modern people practicing martial arts, dry but the gun, the original ancient people practicing martial arts, also dry but the bow?
Ye Guhong’s heart tightened, secretly despairing.
Pu snort!
A sharp arrowhead, from Ye Guhong’s eyes poked out, this arrow penetrated Sister-in-law Song’s shoulder, blood stains crimson.
Sister-in-law Song cried out miserably, fell forward, hugged Ye Guhong and rolled twice, then desperately picked up Ye Guhong, sadly said: ”Little son, you run! The old slave can’t protect you, I’m ashamed of the lady ……”
The woman’s shoulder was quickly dyed red, but she forced herself to endure the pain and fumbled for a short sword, stuffing it in Ye Guhong’s hand.
Ye Guhong looked down, only to see the hilt engraved with the words “Nanchang Ye”, the length of only one foot, and their small arms and hands very match.
But, this time I still where to run ah ……
Ye Kuhong looked around in fear, only to see the north, east, south three directions, each with five or six horses galloping.
Not far away, three men and one woman’s corpses, each inserted four or five feathered arrows.
Can’t run away!
Ye Guhong secretly sighed in his heart.
Not to mention that he had turned into a child, even if his body traveled through, how could he outrun the cavalry in this vast snowy land?
The horse slowly slowed down, the appearance of the horse riders, all have the typical Mongolian characteristics: thin eyes, wide face, high cheekbones and short nose.
A total of seventeen people, head wearing iron helmets lined with fur, clad in thick leather armor, eyes wild and cruel, showing bloodthirsty, savage temperament.
One of them, pointing to the corpses on the ground, said in raw Han language: “Is this what Han dogs call ‘wind, see, worry’? I think ah, it should be called ‘arrow, see, death’, seeing our arrow, he will die, ha, ha, ha.”
The rest of them also threw back their heads and laughed, extremely pleased with themselves.
“Little Gongzi, you, you run!”
Sister-in-law Song saw Ye Guhong not moving, she only thought he was scared silly, in a hurry, she pushed him heavily, Ye Guhong couldn’t get a foothold and sat down in the snow.
His left hand back to support the ground, the short sword hidden behind him.
The dozen or so knights, seeing that only the woman and child were left, let down their guard, and all of them inserted their bows back into the bow clothes next to the side of their saddles, dismounted and approached.
An extraordinarily thick, gnarled bearded man, his eyes coldly swept over Ye Guhong, then looked at Song Niang, and asked in a rawly accented Han language, “This kid, is also a remaining member of the Ye family?”
Song Niang struggled and fell on her knees, kowtowing again and again, “General spare his life, general spare his life, he’s just a seven year old child, generals be merciful, spare his little life.”
A dozen or so Mongols sniffed and simultaneously revealed hideous and ugly smiles.
Ye Kuhong seemed to be scared silly, staring with round eyes, not crying, not moving, and not getting up.
Only the left palm propped behind his back slowly exerted itself, feeling the short sword in his palm.
At this moment there is no way to escape, but Ye Guhong is not willing to be killed by people killing chickens and slaughtering sheep in general to get dead.
At least, also want to let the enemy bleed first currently.
He practiced martial arts for many years in his previous life, other dare not boast, at least the blood in his chest, should not lose anyone.
“Generals have mercy …….”
Sister-in-law Song walked forward on her knees and tried to hold the gnarled bearded man’s knees, and a person behind the man stepped forward and chopped off her head with a knife.
Blood rose to the sky and the murderer let loose a wild laugh.
Ye Guhong was furious in his heart, but his face was still staring with his eyes and mouth open in a stupefied manner.
His age in this body was too deceptive, the gnarled bearded man did not suspect anything, narrowed his eyes and came, reached out and grabbed Ye Guhong’s collar, lifting him up in the air.
The big man hemmed and hawed and laughed coldly, his other hand captured towards his calf, looking at the meaning, actually wanted to show off his qi and tear Ye Guhong alive.
Ye Guhong’s pupils tightened, finally revealing a ruthlessness that did not belong to this age!
At the moment when the big man pinched his leg, Ye Guhong arched his back, used his body to cover up, quickly drew out his short sword, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, used all his body’s strength, and fiercely passed the sword into the other party’s throat.
The gnarled bearded man’s expression changed dramatically, violently raised his hand, threw Ye Guhong far away from him, holding his throat with both hands, emitting the sound of “ho-ho” from his mouth, as if he was drunk, and stumbled backward a few steps.
His shocked eyes were filled with defiance and unwillingness.
In the cracks of his fingers, blood slowly flowed out, staining his palms red.
It was as bright red as the people he had killed.
The rest of the Mongols cried out, some pounced on the leader to see to their injuries, while others looked viciously at Ye Guhong with a hideous expression.
Ye Guhong struggled to get up, his blood-filled short sword across his chest, a trapped beast.
Just when he would frankly welcome death, he suddenly heard a clear, delicate cry of alarm, “Master look, the Tartars are harming people!”
Ye Guhong subconsciously looked, only to see a gray-clothed nun hundreds of meters away, stepping on snow and flying at an astonishingly high speed!
The speed was so fast that it completely surpassed the limits of what a human should be!
This is …… light power!
Ye Guhong’s eyes stared up in disbelief.
In his time, the definition of light power had been largely replaced by parkour.
At most, it was just a few steps up the wall and jumping on big slopes by Taoist Master Chen of Wudang.
Even practitioners like Ye Guhong were convinced that the legendary kind of lightness was just artistic processing.
However at this moment!
He saw clearly with one pair of eyes, that gray-clothed nun’s foot tip gently point, body shape will leap out less than five or six meters.
And on the snow, leaving only a shallow mark.
When the nun leaped, the body leaned forward significantly, and the angle of the ground at most no more than forty degrees, as if flying on the ground in general.
Could it be that in ancient times, there really existed lightness of being?
Ye Guhong only felt that his body could not help but start to tremble slightly.
Like a devout believer, he saw the deity of his faith with his own eyes.
The gray-clothed nun was like a light smoke, swept hundreds of meters in a few moments, rushed straight to the front of a group of Mongolians, raised his hand, a flood of light like autumn water appeared at first sight, the two Mongolians could not react as well as the head had already left the body and flew up.
The rest of the Mongolians roared in unison, a few people surrounded the kill up, or raise the knife force chop, or quite knife stabbing, coincidentally launched a wild attack.
The rest of the people flew back, and each of them went to the saddle side to pick the bow to get arrows.
These Mongolians are in perfect harmony, the reaction can not be said to be not fast.
However, even faster, is the nun’s sword light.
But see the nun figure folded, posture as if dancing like beautiful, gently and skillfully avoided a mouth of steel knife, hand out of the sword, six bright light, almost at the same time floating in the air.
The six Mongolians suddenly stopped moving.
The nun leapt out diagonally, closely chasing after the others.
A person is to take the bow and arrow in the hands of the crowd, the nun has been ghost-like bully to the body, hand up a sword, do not look at the results of the battle, turn around and pounced on the next person.
And just now the six knife-wielding, at this moment only imam fell to the ground, six people fell to six parties, as if the snowflake six out.
Ye Guhong completely stupid.
In vain, he also topped the name of “the only real combat expert in the transmission of martial arts”, at this moment, but completely unable to see the nun’s moves, can only be left in the air from the light of the sword, vaguely feel the decisive ruthlessness contained in the sword.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Some Mongolians shot out feathered arrows.
However, the nun’s body shape ups and downs, fluctuating and difficult to determine, dancing like flying in all directions, arrows one by one fell in the empty space.
Nun hand long sword from time to time to hand out, sword out of people fall, without exception!
A moment of effort, more than ten tough and incomparable Mongolian, only one person survived, only to see his two wrists, sword marks deep, blood dripping down, obviously the tendons have been cut.
Swish!
The nun swung her sword diagonally, spilling a string of crimson blood beads onto the snow, returning to her sheath in style.
“Thieving nun, who are you, do you want to rebel?” The Mongolian staggered back, hissing furiously.
The nun snorted coldly and proudly said, “So what if you rebel? Your generation brutalized the living, everyone should be put to death! As for who the poor nun is …… huh.”
“The poor nun’s legal name, on the destruction of the next decision, Emei faction contemporary head is!”