When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 2 Terrible Qinggong, Amazing Swordsmanship
  However, as soon as this thought passed through his mind, several screams were heard one after another.

Modern people who practice martial arts are unable to use guns, so it turns out that ancient people who practiced martial arts were unable to use bows and crossbows?

Ye Guhong's heart tightened, secretly despairing.

puff!

A sharp arrowhead poked out from in front of Ye Guhong's eyes. The arrow penetrated Sister Song's shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

Sister-in-law Song screamed miserably, threw herself forward, rolled around with Ye Guhong in her arms, then desperately helped Ye Guhong up, and said sadly: "Young master, run away! I can't protect you, I'm ashamed." To Madam..."

The woman's shoulders quickly turned red, but she endured the pain and hurriedly took out a short sword and stuffed it into Ye Guhong's hand.

Ye Guhong looked down and saw the four characters "Nanchang Ye Family" engraved on the hilt of the sword. It was only one foot long, but it matched his small arms and hands.

But, where should I run at this time...

Ye Guhong looked around in panic and saw five or six war horses galloping towards each other from the north, east and south.

Not far away, there were four or five feather arrows stuck on the corpses of three men and one woman.

Can't run away!

Ye Guhong sighed secretly in his heart.

Not to mention that he became a child, even if he traveled through time, how could he outrun the cavalry in such a vast snowy field?

The war horse slowed down slowly. The appearance of the knight on the horse all had typical Mongolian characteristics: narrow eyes, wide face, high cheekbones and short nose.

There were seventeen people in total, wearing iron helmets lined with fur and thick leather armor. Their eyes were fervent and cruel, showing a bloodthirsty and savage temperament.

One of them pointed at the corpse on the ground and said in blunt Chinese: "Is this what Han dogs call 'wind, sight, and sorrow'? I see, it should be called 'arrow, sight, death'. After seeing our Arrow, he’s going to die, haha, haha.”

The others also raised their heads and laughed, extremely proud.

"Young Master, you, you, run away!"

Seeing that Ye Guhong was not moving, Mrs. Song said that he was scared to death. In desperation, she pushed him hard. Ye Guhong couldn't stand and fell down and sat on the snow.

He held his left hand back on the ground and hid the dagger behind his back.

When a dozen knights saw that only two women and children were left, they lowered their guard and inserted their bows back into their bow jackets on the sides of their saddles, dismounted and approached.

A particularly stout man with a curly beard glanced at Ye Guhong with cold eyes, then looked at Song Niang, and asked in stiff Chinese, "Is this boy also a remnant of the Ye family?"

Mrs. Song struggled to kneel down and kowtowed repeatedly: "General, have mercy on me, general, have mercy on me. He is only a seven-year-old child. The generals are very merciful. Please spare his life."

Hearing this, a dozen Mongolians showed hideous and ugly smiles at the same time.

Ye Guhong seemed to be frightened, staring with round eyes, not crying, not moving, and not getting up.

Only the left palm supported behind his back slowly exerted force, feeling the dagger in his palm.

There was no way to escape at this moment, but Ye Guhong didn't want to be killed like a chicken or a sheep.

At least, let the enemy bleed first.

He has practiced martial arts for many years in his previous life, and he doesn't dare to boast about anything else. At least he has a bloody spirit that should be as good as anyone's.

"Generals show mercy..."

Mrs. Song stepped forward on her knees and tried to hug the knees of the bearded man. Someone behind the man strode forward and chopped off her head with a knife.

Blood rose into the sky, and the murderer laughed wildly.

Ye Guhong was furious in his heart, but his face still stared and opened his mouth, looking dull.

His age was too deceptive, and the tall man with the curly beard did not doubt that he was there. He walked over with narrowed eyes, reached out and grabbed Ye Guhong's collar, and lifted him up into the air.

The big man sneered and grabbed his calf with his other hand. He wanted to show off his strength and tore Ye Guhong alive.

Ye Guhong's pupils tightened, and he finally showed a ruthlessness that was beyond his age!
  The moment the big man pinched his leg, Ye Guhong arched his back, using his body to cover himself, quickly pulled out the dagger, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, exerted all his strength, and fiercely thrust the sword into the opponent's throat.

The bearded man's expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and threw Ye Guhong away. He held his throat with both hands and made a "ho ho" sound in his mouth, as if he was drunk, and stumbled back a few steps.

His wide-open eyes were full of dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

Blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers, staining his palms red. As red as the men he had killed.

The other Mongolians shouted one after another. Some rushed to the leader to look at his injuries, while others looked at Ye Guhong fiercely, with extremely ferocious expressions.

Ye Guhong struggled to get up, with his blood-covered dagger across his chest, looking like a trapped beast still fighting.

Just when he was about to welcome death calmly, he suddenly heard a clear and delicate exclamation: "Master, look quickly, the Tatars are harming people!"

Ye Guhong looked subconsciously and saw a nun in gray flying over the snow at an astonishing high speed hundreds of meters away!

The speed is so fast that it completely exceeds the limit of human beings!
  This is... Qinggong!
  Ye Guhong's eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

In his time, the definition of qinggong had been largely replaced by parkour.

At most, it's just Wudang Taoist Chen's few steps up the wall and jumping up the slope.

Even a practitioner like Ye Guhong firmly believes that the legendary Qing Gong is just artistic processing.

But now!
  He could see clearly with his eyes that the nun in gray jumped out at least five or six meters with a tap of her toes.

But there was only a shallow mark left on the snow.

When the nun jumped, her body leaned forward greatly, and the angle with the ground was no more than [-] degrees, as if she was flying close to the ground.

Did Qing Gong really exist in ancient times?

Ye Guhong felt that his body could not help but start to tremble slightly.

Just like a devout believer, he saw the god he believed in with his own eyes.

The gray-clothed nun was like a wisp of smoke, flying hundreds of meters in a moment, and rushed directly in front of a group of Mongolians. Where she raised her hand, a stream of light suddenly appeared like autumn water. The two big Mongolian men had no time to react, and their heads were flying away from their bodies. rise.

The remaining Mongolians roared in unison, and several of them surrounded and attacked, either slashing with their swords, or stabbing with their swords, and they all launched a wild attack.

The rest quickly retreated and went to the saddle to pick up their bows and arrows.

These Mongolians cooperated very well and their reaction was not unpleasant.

However, what was faster was the nun's sword light.

However, he saw the nun's figure twisting and turning, her posture as graceful as a dance, she gently and deftly avoided the steel knives, and she drew her sword at will. Six bright and clear lights appeared in the air almost at the same time.

The movements of the six Mongols suddenly stopped.

The nun jumped out and chased the others.

One person held the bow and arrow in his hand, but the nun had already stepped in front of him like a ghost, raised a sword, and without looking at the outcome, turned around and pounced on the next person.

But the six people holding swords suddenly fell to the ground at this moment, and the six people fell in six directions, like snowflakes falling out.

Ye Guhong was completely dumbfounded.

In vain, he was known as "the only practical master of martial arts", but at this moment, he couldn't see the nun's moves at all. He could only vaguely feel the determination and ruthlessness contained in the sword from the sword light remaining in the air.

Whoosh!Whizzing!

Some Mongolians shot feather arrows.

However, the figure of the nun was ups and downs, erratic and uncertain, flying around like a dance, and arrows fell into the air one after another.

The nun would hold out the long sword from time to time, and everyone would be knocked down by the sword, without exception!

In a moment, only one of the dozen or so tough Mongolians survived. There were deep sword marks on his two wrists, and blood was dripping from them. It was obvious that the tendons of his hands had been severed.

Swish!
  The nun swung her sword sideways, scattering a string of bright red blood beads on the snow, and sheathed it gracefully.

"Thief nun, who are you? Do you want to rebel?" The Mongolian staggered back and screamed wildly.

The nun snorted coldly and said proudly: "So what if you rebel? You are cruel to the people, and everyone will kill you! As for who the poor nun is... haha."

"The name of a poor nun is destined to be destroyed and catastrophic, and he is the current leader of the Emei Sect!"

(End of this chapter)