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The rest of the people suddenly realized that, immediately countless people couldn't help but sigh that Song Qingshu is really bold.

Other martial arts masters entered the Mongol army, rushing from left to right frantically, for fear of slowing down and being surrounded by large legions, even Guo Jing.

But Song Qingshu dared to kill the Mongols into a mountain. He stood on the mountain to observe the surrounding situation.

What strength, courage, and majesty this is!

"No, the Mongols also discovered his idea. They mobilized crossbowmen to stop Song Shaoxia!" Someone yelled.

Looking around, I saw Song Qingshu running wildly on the battlefield, wherever he went, there were corpses, but in front of Junqi Hill, two thousand crossbowmen were already in place, with soaring killing intent.

If on the battlefield, what makes martial arts masters most afraid of, everyone would say bowmen.

Surrounded by infantry regiments, they can still rush from left to right, but once they encounter a flood of arrows, it will be difficult for them to prevent it.

What's more, the Mongols' archers are all trained from childhood to adulthood. Almost every one of them is a good player who can pierce Yang with a hundred steps. Together, they can contend with soldiers from thousands of distances.

Two thousand archers together, after four or five rounds of bows and arrows are sent out, enough to wipe out the charge of tens of thousands of people!

"Song Shaoxia is dangerous!" Guo Jing clenched his fists and wanted to go down to help Song Qingshu, but he knew that even if he entered the arrow rain, it would be difficult for him to survive, and it would be a burden for him to go down.

"Junior sister, if Song Qingshu is dead, what will you do?" Li Mochou suddenly spoke, looking at the little dragon girl on the side with serious eyes.

"I will live." Xiaolongnu said calmly.

Li Mo frowned, but Xiaolongnv added at this moment: "Live to avenge him!"

"Okay!" Li Mochou smiled slightly: "I will make the Mongolian royal family sleepless at night!"

But just as they were talking, a burst of exclamation suddenly sounded.

When I looked up, I saw bursts of golden light, which suddenly lit up from the center of the battlefield, very dazzling.

It's Song Qingshu!

At this moment, Song Qingshu was wrapped in golden light, standing under the rain of arrows sent by two thousand Mongolian archers, his face remained unchanged.

The sharp arrow that made martial arts masters frightened fell on Song Qingshu, and was directly bounced off by the golden light. Here is the body protection zhenqi derived from the swallowing magic power absorbing the practice.

This kind of body guard's true energy, even if it encounters the innate nine-layer master, can block it for a while, let alone the arrows shot by the little Mongolian soldiers?

"Devil! He is the devil!"

The archer in the distance saw this scene, suddenly dumbfounded.

They have been on the battlefield for so many years, they have never seen such a martial arts master, and they are not even afraid of a big killer like Jianyu!

"Don't be distracted, continue to release arrows, release arrows!"

On the hill behind them, the commander holding the flag was also shocked, but he still wanted to make the final struggle.

It is a pity that Song Qingshu has already come close at this time. He is shining with golden light. He is holding a purple blood soft sword. There is not half a drop of blood on his body, but the killing intent all over his body is like a killing god. Dare to look straight!

"Hmph, it's not my race, go to death!"

Song Qingshu shouted, and the sword light swept away. In an instant, the sword light swept away like moonlight, and the two thousand archers instantly became a mess. I don't know how many people fell on their heads.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingshu jumped directly onto the top of the hill. The commander here was holding a military flag and trembling all over: "You...you are the devil!"

Song Qingshu sneered coldly: "Yes, I am the devil of your Mongols. Your lord of the country, this time, said, "Where are the others!"

"I'm not going to say it when I die!" The commander seemed to be very hard-spirited. Around the hill, there were a steady stream of Mongolian soldiers pouring upwards.

Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed, the purple blood soft sword moved, and the sword light swept out, killing all the Mongolian soldiers who wanted to climb up.

Within a short while, on the top of the hill, there were only two people, the commander and Song Qingshu.

This time, the courage of the commander was shocked. What a strength this is!

He finally couldn't hold it, and shouted in a stern voice: "Just north, under the handsome flag, don't kill me!"

Chapter 165 Chasing the Mongolian Lord

Huh!

A sword light flashed, commanding the corpse to separate instantly.

Song Qingshu's eyes were cold: "Those who violated my Huaxia want to survive?"

After that, he looked far to the north, and there was a big handsome flag waving in the wind. If he were not standing on this hill, he would really not see it.

At this moment, the people on the Shuaiqi side seemed to have seen the flag fall. The army on their side was frequently mobilized and seemed to want to leave.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, picked up the army flag next to him, and tied it behind him.

Seeing the military flag stand up again, the hearts of the Mongolian soldiers on the battlefield immediately stabilized as if they had taken a reassurance pill, while the handsome flag in the distance seemed to pause, and then stopped and retreated.

After seeing this scene, the masters on the wall finally couldn't help but change their expressions: "No, the flag has been re-established, is Song Shaoxia dead!"

Huang Rong was extremely clever. She looked at the military flag carefully and said: "It's not quite right. The military flag was just erected without any orders. I think..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the military flag suddenly rush into the air, and then suddenly fell into the crowd of Mongolian soldiers, and then galloped away like a flash of lightning.

"It was Song Shaoxia who held the military flag!" Huang Rong immediately reacted: "He was worried that the military flag would fall and Shuai Qi would flee, so he took the military flag directly, and now he should be rushing towards Shuai Qi!"

"That's right!" Guo Jing clenched his fists, feeling hearty.

After being pressed and beaten by the Mongols for so many years, this time Song Qingshu used his own power to knock down the opposite army flag, and even carried the army flag to kill the Mongolian handsome flag!

If it is in normal times, it will be fine. Now, when the Mongolian leader is personally conscripted, the Mongolian soldiers are the strongest!

At the same time, a long horn suddenly resounded across the battlefield, and the Mongolian soldiers' expressions changed, and they all rushed towards Song Qingshu.

"This is... Shuaiqi is attacked, and the army is close to the military order of Shuaiqi!" A garrison general on the front of the city grabbed the city wall and almost roared: "Open the city gate, our army will attack and bite the Mongols. The tail, buy time for Song Shaoxia!"

A martial arts person also shouted: "Yes! Let's buy time for Song Shaoxia. As long as he can kill the Mongolian Lord, I will have no worries about Song Dynasty!"

At this time, the Mongols had already wiped out the Liao Kingdom and Xixia. They only had to wipe out the Song Dynasty to dominate the world. Once he was wiped out by the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty would dominate the world, and there would be no foreign races. We will have a unified Chinese nation!

"Kill! Get out of the city and help Song Shaoxia destroy Mongolia!"

"Go and go!"

"Haha, ambitious and hungry for meat, go!"

As the martial arts masters spoke, they jumped directly from the city wall and slammed behind the Mongolian soldiers.

The city gate of Xiangyang City was opened, and many Song soldiers rushed out of the city gate shouting, rushing to the Mongolian soldiers without death.

If we change to the past, this would be suicide, but today, the Mongolian soldiers have just been killed by the murderous Song Qingshu. Now Shuaiqi is attacked, and their military spirit is shaken, and they are attacked by the martial arts and the Song army. Suddenly, they even forgot to resist and just wanted to escape. As long as they escape quickly, they won't be caught up by the Song people.

At this time, the martial arts masters and the Song army had not killed a few people, but the Mongols trampled on them indiscriminately, but killed many of their own people.

On Song Qingshu's side, Shuai Qi saw that the flag was raised again at first, but he did not flee again. But when they saw that the flag was constantly approaching them at a terrifying speed, they knew they were in the game, and thought quickly. To escape again.

But between this one and the other, too much time was wasted, and Song Qingshu had already killed around Shuaiqi.

Many masters of martial arts immediately appeared around Shuai Qi, surrounding him.

Looking at it, all of these people have acquired five or six levels of cultivation, and all of them are full of suffocation. At first glance, they know that they are long-term murderers like dogs.

"Boy, my Mongolian emperor has already said that as long as you can lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, we will give you a prince to sit on!" a master screamed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu immediately laughed: "Lord? What a big official!"

"That's natural. After our Mongolian destroys the Song state, you, the prince, will be under the emperor alone, above 10,000, and can be passed on to future generations, with generations of wealth!" The master secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Song Qingshu Tempted.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to be under one person!" Song Qingshu suddenly moved, his figure flashed, and he wiped directly from the side of the master present, rolling up the sky with dead leaves.

When the dead leaves fell, those masters fell to the ground with their heads in different places.

The Mongolian soldiers rushing up around saw this scene, and their hearts were split. They all knew the masters who blocked Song Qingshu, and each of them was a Mongolian warrior.

Unexpectedly, under Song Qingshu's move, they were all destroyed, what kind of person is this!

For a while, the surrounding Mongolian soldiers did not dare to step forward, and they were all shocked.

And between Shuai Qi and Song Qingshu, at this moment, there was a short gap!

Without hesitation, Song Qingshu directly carried the Purple Blood Soft Sword and walked towards Shuai Qi step by step.

But when he walked to the command of Shuai, he realized that there were only a few small soldiers trembling in Shuai Qi, and the dragon next to him was already empty, and the dragon robe was randomly discarded on the ground.

This Mongolian emperor took off his dragon robe and ran ahead!

Song Qingshu looked at the front and had already begun to disintegrate, like the Mongolians running around like ants, sneered, and if it was someone else, it might be really difficult to find the Mongolian leader in the chaos.

But he was different. He directly launched a sweep to detect every Mongolian soldier fleeing in front of him.

After just a stick of incense, the system sent a reminder that among the people fleeing ahead, one of them was the head of Mongolia!

After reading the system prompt, Song Qingshu slapped it out with a bang, and the Mongolian National Commander Banner in front of him was directly shattered into dust.

Suddenly, the Mongolian army was distracted, and there was no possibility of agglomeration. They began to flee frantically.

Song Qingshu used Lei Ling Fengshen's legs and chased in one direction.

Less than ten minutes later, he stopped in front of a group of people who looked like ordinary Mongolian soldiers.

After seeing Song Qingshu, this group of people knelt down without saying a word: "This strong man, we are just ordinary herders in Mongolia. We were forced to fight by the master of the country. Please let us go!"

Song Qingshu looked at the group of kneeling people in good time, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I thought that the leader of Mongolia was a tough guy, but I didn't expect that he was also a greedy and fearful man. He knelt down and begged for mercy so skillfully. Didn’t you practice secretly before?"

Chapter 166 Little Dragon Girl Goes With Me?

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, this group of Mongolians were all taken aback.

But soon, someone laughed and said: "The strong man admitted his mistake. The lord of the country is a celestial being wearing a dragon robe and surrounding a golden dragon. How can we small soldiers compare."

Song Qingshu almost laughed out loud, because the speaker was the leader of Mongolia. If he hadn't been scanned repeatedly to confirm his identity, Song Qingshu would have really believed this man's nonsense.

After catching the Mongolian lord, he also relaxed a lot. He no longer soared to the sky as before. He smiled directly: "You can call yourself a heavenly man, and your face is really not thin, and if you have a thin face, you would have been with you. I tried my best, why would I kneel here begging for mercy?"

Hearing this, the face of the Mongolian leader suddenly changed, and he knew that he could not deceive.

So he simply stood up and put up a proudly said: "Unexpectedly, the Central Plains Wulin, a master like you, would be able to defeat my 100,000 army, no one can stop it, what a pity! "

"What a pity?" Song Qingshu asked rhetorically.

"These masters, in my hands, have at least the position of a prince. Even if you want to sit on an equal footing with me, it's okay, but you are in the Song Dynasty, but you are unknown!" The Mongolian Lord began to bewitch Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu grinned: "Even if you promise great benefits, I won't be moved!"

The monarch of Mongolia frowned: "If you are not moved, you can only say that the benefits I have promised are not great enough, you say, what do you want? I will do it all!"

"I think..." Song Qingshu pursed her dry lips: "Kill you people who are not of my race!"

"What!" The Mongolian Lord's complexion changed, but only saw a purple-red sword light hit, and his world became dark in the next second.

Song Qingshu slowly stepped forward, holding the head of the Mongolian leader in his hand, and glanced at the Mongolian who had been soaked in horror next to him, and was too lazy to make another move.

Today he doesn't know how many Mongolian generals and Mongolian masters he killed. Now that even the Mongolian leader is dead, these little soldiers fled back, and they were eventually eroded and wiped out by the Song State. He doesn't need to waste his hands and feet anymore.

So he directly took the Mongolian lord and walked step by step towards the direction of Xiangyang City against the fleeing Mongolian soldiers.

At this moment, those Mongolian soldiers saw Song Qingshu without even having to act. They were so scared that they were so scared that they automatically avoided Song Qingshu and fled to both sides.

Finally, Song Qingshu saw the figure of Song people.

The people of Song Dynasty also saw Song Qingshu. When everyone saw that he was still holding a head in his hand, they still couldn't recover.

With Song Qingshu's strength, he would naturally not hold the head of an ordinary person in his hand.

Could it be that……

When everyone was in a state of uncertainty, Song Qingshu threw the head directly in front of everyone: "The head of the Mongolian country."

"What!" Rao had already guessed in everyone's hearts, but when the facts were before them, they still felt incredible!

Song Qingshu actually killed the Mongolian Lord directly.

Many Song people forgot to chase the Mongols, they kept squeezing forward, glanced at the head, and then sat on the floor crying.

After so many years, and how many years they had dreamed, they finally realized it.

In recent years, the Song Kingdom was faltered by the Mongols, but today, Song Qingshu single-handedly smashed into an army of one hundred thousand, directly beheading the Mongolian lord who had been conquered by himself, and they no longer had to face the Mongol army.

"Song Shaoxia, please be respected by me!"

Guo Jing suddenly shouted, kneeling directly on his knees, and bowing to the ground.