Chapter 420 Chivalry

"Hey, isn't it embarrassing? So many people bully a weak woman. Thanks to you, you also call the invincible Mongolian soldiers in vain. If you let your dead sweat know, you won't be so angry that you will crawl out of the coffin!"

In the bleak spring breeze, a teenager suddenly crawled out of the grass on the roadside, clapping the dust on his hands with disdain and a lazy face.

He played with a withered yellow straw in his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were full of disdain. The teenager spoke with a little sharpness and meanness, as if he didn't pay attention to these hundreds of Mongolian soldiers at all.

The spring breeze blew his hair, and his evil spirit was exposed. The two words were rampant!

Zhuo Qinglin was about to aim a gun at her head to avoid being insulted by falling into the hands of the Mongols. At the moment when she was about to lift the gun, she didn't expect that things would change.

Like a drowning man who grabbed a life-saving straw, Zhuo Qinglin quickly looked at the teenager on the roadside. Although he was tall and young, there was a handsome temperament between his eyebrows, and there was awe-inspiring evil in his eyes, and he was wearing a silver-gray coarse cloth on his body. The robe, a pair of cyan cowhide boots under his feet, and a long sword on his back, but standing casually, there was an inviolable evil spirit.

Originally, I thought I had met a savior, but when I saw that the teenager was just one person, Zhuo Qinglin just breathed a sigh of relief and raised her heart again. She endured the severe pain and paid attention to the teenager's every move, ready to protect him with the last bullet when necessary!

Although Zhuo Qinglin did not dare to imagine that she fell into the hands of the Mongols, when a person was in danger to save himself, Zhuo Qinglin could not ignore him!

"Bold, who are you? How dare you stop the way of our Khan army? Get out of here and let you die!" When the Mongolian officer saw that there was only one enemy, he was finally relieved. The whip in his hand pointed to the teenager and scolded him harshly.

"Who am I? Is it necessary to tell you? You're not my son!" The teenager picked his teeth with the grass in his mouth and disdainfully insulted the Mongolian officer.

"Bold, I dare not abuse the general, looking for death!" The Mongolian officer was furious, and the whip in his hand swept towards the teenager with the wind.

"Someone is looking for death, but not me!" The teenager's face suddenly changed, and his action was like lightning. He suddenly grabbed the Mongolian officer's whip in his hand.

"Rem off!" The teenager suddenly shouted, and the sound shocked the world.

The Mongolian officer only felt that a strong and unstoppable force was transmitted to him through the whip, making himself fall from the horse to the ground without resistance.

"Looking at your fallen horse, it's really unfavorable. What are you still alive? I'm not afraid of humiliating your sweat. I'll send you to see Wokuotai to ask for your guilt.

The teenager suddenly pulled the whip, pulled the Mongolian officer in front of him, stepped on the officer's neck, bent down to grab the officer's head and twisted it violently. With a crisp sound, the officer suddenly died.

"I admit that I'm still not as cruel as you Mongols. I should cut off your head with my sword. I don't know how many of your Mongolians have killed our compatriots in this way. Today is a bargain for you!"

The teenager shook his head, pouted his mouth, clapped his hands and stood up again. His lazy eyes suddenly opened, and he was murderous. Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers trembling in their hearts. They had never seen such a murderous person!

"Tell me, how do you want to die? I can let you make your own choice." The young man smiled and drew his sword in his hand, and the bright silver sword was touching in the light of the sun, which made people tremble.

"Arrow, kill him!" Someone in the Mongolian army suddenly shouted.

As a brave and good at fighting Mongolian army, they are by no means a force that can't form an army if the leader dies. Otherwise, how can they sweep the world? When the supreme commander is dead, there will always be a slightly lower-level leader standing up to command the battle!

Suddenly, ten thousand arrows were fired together, and the arrows shot like a flying locust.

"The girl got off the horse and fell down!"

The young tiger roared, and the long sword in his hand waved. A silver waterfall flowed in the air, making a crackling sound, hitting the flying feather arrows. Instead, the arrows that flew back hurt the Mongolian soldiers and made a scream after being hit by the arrow from time to time!

With the shouts of the teenager, Zhuo Qinglin quickly turned over and fell on the ground. Countless flying locusts flew over her head. The horse that carried her all the way was immediately shot with dozens of arrows and fell down with a sad scream!

"Innocent shooting of the war horse, you have to pay for your life!"

The teenager shouted, and the silver sword in his hand launched a counterattack. A sword gas came from the body of the sword, making a sound of muscle tearing, accompanied by splashing blood flowers and heartbreaking screams.

A sword waved out, and seven or eight Mongolian soldiers fell from the horse. The teenager was unyielding and shouted "Jade Girl's Heart Sword", which was another set of continuous swordsmanship. In a flash, more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers fell from the horse.

"No, this teenager is a master of martial arts. I'm afraid that only the Golden Wheel Master and others can beat him. Let's withdraw!"

Some of the Mongolian soldiers shouted such a sentence and pulled out their horses and ran away. The remaining Mongolian soldiers finally turned around one after another and fell like a mountain. After leaving more than 20 bodies, the rest of the tide receded like fast and went faster!

The spring breeze blew, the withered yellow weeds swayed, and the corpses smelled of blood. The war horse that lost its master ran aimlessly and fled to the foot of Huashan Mountain and made a panicked hiss.

At the foot of Mount Hua, there is a tragic and solemn picture.

"Girl, are you all right?" The teenager stepped forward and slowly helped Zhuo Qinglin ask with concern.

"Uh... it hurts!" Zhuo Qinglin covered the arrow wound and shouted involuntarily, but she didn't lose her etiquette and thanked her, "Thank you for saving me. I don't know what to call it? Where is this again?

"In the ancient tomb, Yang Guo was changed. This is at the foot of Mount Hua. Don't the girl know? Oh, by the way... You don't look like a person from the Central Plains. Is it that the girl is not from Han? The teenager replied with a slight smile.

"Yang Guo?" There was a tremor in Zhuo Qinglin's heart. How could it be Yang Guo? Is it the apprentice of the little dragon girl, the Condor Heroes written by Master Jin? How can it be so amazing that I have traveled to the former world of the little dragon girl...

"Yes, my surname is Yang. Is there any problem?" Yang Guo re-emphasized one side with a smile full of masculine charm.

"Are you the apprentice of Little Dragon Girl?" Zhuo Qinglin also asked suspiciously.

"How do you know my aunt's name? Have you seen your aunt? Yang Guo felt the same trembling when he heard the name of the little dragon girl, and he couldn't help grabbing Zhuo Qinglin's shoulders and asked urgently.

"It hurts!" Zhuo Qinglin let out a scream.

"Uh... I'm really sorry. I'm so excited. I'll help the girl get the arrow..."

Yang Guo scratched his head with embarrassment and ordered Zhuo Qinglin to sit cross-legged. Yang Guo held the front end of the arrow through Zhuo Qinglin's shoulder with one hand, slowly removed the arrow with his sword, then slowly pulled out the arrow, and then quickly closed several veins of Zhuo Qinglin to avoid a large amount of blood flowing out.

"You need to show your shoulders when dressing, which offends the girl!"

After saying that, Yang Guo did not wait for Zhuo Qinglin to answer. He cut a gap in Zhuo Qinglin's clothes with the long sword in his hand, and then tore a wide gap with a bang, revealing Zhuo Qinglin's red shoulder dyed with blood.

As a girl from the twenty-first century, Zhuo Qinglin was not ashamed because she exposed her shoulders. She quietly observed Yang Guo while Yang Guo was healing herself. She saw that there was only a life-saving look in his eyes, and there was no distracting thoughts. She was more and more sure in her heart that this was Yang Guo.

"It's amazing. I didn't expect that I had crossed into the world of the eagle. I don't know if Long'er and Li Mochou have returned to this world? When the injury is healed, I must look around for them. Maybe they have really returned to the previous world. Zhuo Qinglin gritted her teeth and endured the pain and made up her mind.

As a chivalrous man who has been wandering around the world all year round, Yang Guo naturally has no shortage of trauma medicine. After removing the sharp arrow, he applied trauma medicine and finally bandaged it. All this took only half an hour to complete all the work, which was as skillful as the surgeon Zhuo Qinglin saw before crossing.