The reactions of the Mongolian generals and personal guards were not slow, but they seemed too slow to Ling Muyun. The Mongolian generals who were shouting for fighting and killing had just stepped out from behind the banquet. Ling Muyun had already passed by them like a gust of wind. They felt a flower in front of them. When a gust of wind blew, Ling Muyun had already rushed to Temuzhen.

Although the personal guards blocked Temujin in time as flesh shields, they were obviously not enough to stop Ling Muyun's pace. Ling Muyun's long sword shook, and the sword light poured out like a waterfall. The personal guards blocking him didn't even have time to slash and slash, and they fell down like scarecrows. Temujin was shocked and changed his color. He didn't expect that Ling Muyun would suddenly kill him. The distance of more than ten feet seemed to not exist at Ling Muyun's feet. In a blink of an eye, he crossed by him, and the iron guards who were guarding him were easily killed by Ling Muyun as if they were pieced out of paper.

He felt like a rabbit targeted by a tiger. An uncontrollable fear arose in his heart. He wanted to escape, but he felt stiff all over and it was difficult to move his fingers. He seemed to have felt the breath of death. This feeling was something he had never felt before. Under the locking of this dangerous aura, the Mongolian Khan, the common ruler of the grassland, all his identities became illusions, he was just a lamb to be slaughtered!

However, Temujin was a man who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Although he was frightened by Ling Muyun's momentum, he came to his senses after a moment. Seeing Ling Muyun rushing towards him like a demon, his personal guard could not even be able to resist, so he was shocked that he dared to stay. He turned around and ran aside.

This is also due to the desperate protection of the guards under Temujin, who have bought him such a little time. After all, Ling Muyun is not a god. Even if his light skills are high and martial arts, it always takes time to kill people. It is this time that made Temujin react. Otherwise, with Ling Muyun's means, his stunned time would be enough to take his life. How could he have a chance to come back to his senses?

Not only Temujin, but also the generals under Temujin also reacted and rushed towards Ling Muyun. As a result, when Ling Muyun slaughtered Temujin's dozen personal guards, Temujin had already run more than ten steps away, and all the generals under Temujin had already rushed to him.

Shu Chi, Chagatai, Ogedei and Tolei protected Temujin and fled out of the tent.

"It's all for death!"

Ling Muyun sneered, and the sword light turned to the escaped Temujin and chased after him, and did not take the Mongolian generals who rushed to rescue him. In his eyes, these people were nothing but native chickens and tiles, not worth mentioning. Of course, if anyone happened to block his way, he wouldn't mind to solve it. Anyway, one of the Mongolians in the tent counted one, and their hands were covered with blood, and none of them were good things. Killing them would be considered as eliminating the harm for the people!

Speaking of which, the military power of the Mongolian generals is indeed much stronger than that of Temujin's personal guards. Although Temujin's personal guards were carefully selected from many Mongolian warriors, they are all rare warriors among the Mongolians, but they are still far behind these long-standing generals. Ling Muyun felt this gap particularly obvious. After being stopped by the Mongolian generals, his breakthrough speed suddenly became much slower.

In fact, when it comes to martial arts, these Mongolian generals are at the level of third and fourth flow in the world. Even characters like the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River under Sha Tongtian Sect can easily defeat most of them. Even if they are brave generals like Mu Huali, Boerhu, and Zhebe, they can barely compete with the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.

However, these people are experienced in the battlefield, and the fierce killing and fierceness they trained from the battlefield is far beyond the ordinary people.

If people in the martial arts world are fighting, they first want to protect themselves and then kill the enemy. Once the enemy's moves are fierce, they often seek to dodge and retreat first, and then attempt to counterattack. Therefore, it is common for people in the martial arts world to fight, and it will be decided in dozens or even hundreds of rounds before the winner is decided.

These generals on the battlefield are different. On the battlefield, there are often thousands of troops fighting together, with people from all directions, and the enemy and we are mixed together. There is no room for you to move forward bravely, and what you pursue is a killing one blow. Every move must do your best to give the enemy the greatest damage while reducing the damage you suffer as much as possible. Often, life and death can be divided into one move.

Due to the different ways of fighting, the effects produced are also very different. If these soldiers in the battlefield who are equal to those in the martial arts field fight alone, they will most likely be defeated by the Jianghu because of their moves straightforward and without leaving any room for anything. However, if the Jianghu people are placed on the battlefield to meet these soldiers on the battlefield, or they fight in groups with each other, then the one who dies must be the Jianghu people.

Because of this, if the Mongolian generals in the tent fight alone, no one will be Ling Muyun's enemy in one move. Ling Muyun can easily kill these people with his backhand. But when these people join hands to fight with him and fight with him without hesitation, Ling Muyun felt a little headache.

Although it is too big for these people to pose too much threat to him even if they fight with their lives, it is not so easy to kill them like when they killed Temujin's personal bodyguards before.

Often, after just two steps, several enemy generals slashed in. These people were all open to the middle gate, and in the eyes of the people in the martial arts world, they were reckless life-threatening tricks. They could only grab the empty gate and kill him with a little dodge. However, when several people did this together, they would make up for the loopholes.

Because Ling Muyun is not good at cloning skills, he can only grasp one or two of them. If he attacks according to the flaws, although he can kill one or two of them, he will inevitably be caught by other life-threatening enemy generals, posing a threat to him. Although he has magical skills to protect his body from heaven, he has not yet reached the point of invulnerability. Therefore, if he does not want to be injured, he can only choose to fight hard or retreat. It is difficult to take advantage of the situation.

In fact, with Ling Muyun's martial arts, it is not difficult to deal with these Mongolian generals. If you use the method of fighting to defeat each other, you can easily kill all the Mongolian generals present.

But in that case, it would take more time to create a chance for Temujin to escape, which was something he could not tolerate. His main purpose of coming this time was to kill Temujin. If Temujin escaped, what's the use of killing even more Meng generals?

"Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill your wishes!"

Seeing that Temujin was about to escape to the entrance of the tent, and he was still blocked by these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Ling Muyun couldn't help but be angry. He stumbled on his feet and let his figure pass through the sword, like light smoke, and rushed to the side of a Meng general who used a straight blade long sword, which was rare among the Mongolians.

The Meng general was shocked and hurriedly put away the knife and slashed it back. However, before his hand was retracted, he felt his wrist tightening, and then a sharp pain came. Ling Muyun twisted his wrist suddenly, and the long sword in his palm was taken away. Then his neck cooled down and Ling Muyun cut his throat with a casual sword.

With one move to capture the sword in hand, Ling Muyun then used the sword as a sword envoy, using the technique of fighting left and right and left and right distraction, one with the sword in hand, and the two sets of sword techniques, the Great Demon Sword and the Evil-Breaking Sword were used respectively. The Great Demon Sword was used to defend, the Evil-Breaking Sword was used to attack, and rushed up again at the crowd of Meng generals.

Seeing a few people approaching, several swords and shadows attacked him like a tide. Ling Muyun was not afraid at all. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. A long sword in his left hand shook, and a snowflake wave suddenly turned into a wave of swords in front of him, pouring out like a waterfall.

The sound of metal collisions "ding ding dangdang" was densely filled with rain, and sparks burst out, as if the fireworks bloomed during the festival, and the turbulent wind blew the lights in the tent to light and dark. The swords that were attacking him were blocked by his long sword. His body rushed forward and his right sword splashed out, stabbing at the throats of several generals blocking the road like lightning.

These people were shocked. Some were busy with their moves to protect themselves, while others wanted to retreat. After all, although fighting on the battlefield was about bravery and straightforward, there was no return, it was based on the ability to kill the enemy. If you could not do this and still rush up when the murderous intent came, it would not be brave but stupid.

But although these people were not satisfied with the response, they could not be as fast as Ling Muyun's sword? Just as these people were about to retreat, Ling Muyun's sword light flashed past their necks like lightning, and then blood shot out from the necks of several people like a fountain. Ling Muyun succeeded with a sword and was about to continue moving forward, suddenly he felt a person beside him slashing towards his neck with a knife. The sword light was extremely fast, and in an instant he had reached less than a foot beside him. If he didn't hide, he would be in danger of being cut off.

With Ling Muyun's ability, how could he be injured by a mere sneak attack? He was still in a state of motion, and his left hand knife rolled up like a storm, and suddenly opened the enemy blade that was attacking beside him. At the same time, the right hand sword was moved, and a sword light pierced out like lightning and penetrated directly from the chest of the sneak attack enemy general. Only then did Ling Muyun see clearly that the person who attacked was Mu Huali, who was later known as the leader of the four Mongolian masters.

However, Ling Muyun dared to kill Genghis Khan, who was regarded as a genius in later generations, not to mention a mere Mu Huali. He immediately held the sword and retreated, pulled out the sword, and blood suddenly flew. Mu Huali screamed in despair and fell down unwillingly...

Ling Muyun unfolded with one sword and another. The sword light was as strong as the wind, the sword light was as fierce as the waterfall, and the body suddenly came and went like a ghost or a charm, making people unable to defend themselves. Although those fierce generals were all long-time generals on the battlefield and were not mediocre, they were as weak as lambs under his sword. Every sword light flashed by, and a general would inevitably fall down.

In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had been killed by Ling Muyun. Among them, the four famous Mongolian masters in later generations, berhu and Borshu also died under his swords one after another. In addition, generals such as Lemme and Subutai were also killed by Ling Muyun. The generals under Temujin who could stand alone were almost killed by Ling Muyun.

The remaining Meng generals were timid and afraid to step forward when they saw this. After all, they were all human beings, and even if they had experienced many battles, they could not completely get rid of their fear of death. If they had the strength to fight, they still had the courage to fight Ling Muyun, but now they were clearly a one-sided massacre. Even if they were all warriors trained from the iron-blooded battlefield, they would inevitably feel fear in the face of Chiluo's slaughter.

Just as Ling Muyun was frightened by the generals, Temujin had already escaped from the tent under the protection of several sons, but at this moment, he heard a sudden shout, and then he saw several figures flying in from outside the tent, falling to the ground and falling into a string of rolling gourds, but it was Temujin and others who had just escaped from the tent.

Then he saw Mr. Hong stepping into the tent and laughing, "Well, the enemy chief, I am here, you can't escape today!"

It turned out that while Ling Muyun entered the tent and assassination, Hong Qigong was not idle either. Instead, he was exercising his power outside the tent to clean up the personal guards who were guarding the tent and hearing the sound of coming in and supporting them, so as not to make a bad move in the tent. As soon as he cleaned up the personal guards outside the tent, he saw Temujin escape from the tent under the protection of his sons, so he took action to beat them all back.

Temujin spitted a mouthful of blood, his eyes full of despair. He thought of him as a great Mongolian Khan, looking down on all living beings, and looking up to him, he always went to hunt others. He didn't expect that he would become someone else's prey, and he couldn't see the chance to escape. This is a joke, but he couldn't laugh at him no matter what!

"Seventh Duke, thank you."

At this time, Ling Muyun, who had already killed the wall, jumped up and nodded to Hong Qigong, turned his gaze to Temujin who was lying on the ground, and sneered: "Temujin, you didn't expect that you would have today!"

After saying that, without waiting for Temujin to respond, he waved the long sword in his left hand, and a sharp sword light slashed towards Temujin's neck. With a "puff", the head flew high, and a large stream of blood gushed out of Temujin's broken neck, like a fountain. Genghis Khan, who was regarded as a genius in later generations, was cut off by Ling Muyun.

"Father's Khan!" "Shanks!"

Everyone present couldn't help but change their faces and exclaimed in shock. When Shu Chi, Chagatai, Ogedei and Tolei saw that their father Khan had been cut off by Ling Muyun, their eyes were even more bloody and tears flowed. They didn't care about the injury of being beaten by Hong Qigong, they struggled to get up from the ground and rushed over to fight Ling Muyun, the murderer who killed their father Khan!

Seeing this, Ling Muyun couldn't help but smile coldly. When he turned the blade in his hand, he wanted to stew Temujin's sons in a spoonful of so as to avoid any further trouble.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

At this moment, a few sharp roars sounded, and three eagle feather arrows shot towards Ling Muyun almost at the same time. The three sharp arrows were arranged in a font shape, one of which was straight to the head, and two shots on his left and right chests. The angles were accurate and the strength were all far beyond ordinary people.

Ling Muyun's heart was trembling, and a long sword in his hand turned, and a ray of light shone out on his chest. He immediately cut off the three powerful arrows and flew. Following the arrows, he saw a black-robed general slapped a bow and aimed at him. It was Guo Jing's archery master, Zhebe, the first archer among the Mongolians!

As the number one archer on the grassland, Zhebe not only has excellent archery skills, but also has extremely strong cleavage power. Not only is the bow used a strong iron body, but the arrow used is also different from ordinary. Ordinary feathered arrows are just made of fine iron, while the arrow shaft is made of wood. Zhebe used a circle of iron wrapped around the outside of the arrow shaft, which is several 2 heavier than ordinary arrows. Therefore, the arrow shot is surprisingly fast and powerful, which is beyond the reach of ordinary archers. Even Ling Muyun's martial arts skills dare not take it lightly.

"Swish!" "Swish!"... Seeing Ling Muyun break the arrow he had shot out before, a look of surprise flashed in Zhebe's eyes, but his hands were constantly shooting at Ling Muyun with a continuous bead.

Taking advantage of the time when Zhebei's magic shoot blocked Ling Muyun, Chi Lao Wen, the only surviving Mongolian master, stepped forward to Tolei and others, and shouted: "Four princes, the enemy is too powerful, don't be reckless. The Khan is dead, and you still need to inherit the foundation laid by the Khan!"

After Chi Lao Wen said this, Tolei and the other four were shocked and suddenly woke up from the grief of losing their father. Suddenly, they realized that Temujin's death was not all bad for them. At least once Temujin died, the position of the Mongolian Khan was empty. As the sons of the Khan, they were naturally the best candidates to inherit the Khan throne. At that time, they would be in power and mighty to conquer the grassland and look down on the world?

Tuo Lei and the other four retreated at the same time, no longer returning to their original red eyes and fighting desperately. Compared with the supreme power position, the hatred of killing their father seemed a little insignificant in their eyes. Seeing that the others were also retreating at the same time, the four of them couldn't help but look at each other, and they all noticed a hint of hostility from each other's eyes. Obviously, everyone had already realized that they wanted to inherit the Khan position, and their biggest opponents were each other!

Power is indeed the most powerful and terrifying poison in the world. Under the influence of this poison, even the closest relatives can fight to the death!

"Zhebaby, go to death!"

After being shot by Zhebe by more than a dozen arrows, Ling Muyun was completely furious. He slashed the long sword in his hand and rolled the sword light, and broke the two arrows that were shot again. Then he waved his left hand vigorously, and the long sword in his hand suddenly flew out, turning into a deadly cold light and shooting towards Zhebe!

Seeing this, Zhebe was shocked and hurriedly dodged to avoid it. However, with Ling Muyun's skill, how fast the long sword was thrown out? Just as Zhebe was about to move, Ling Muyun's long sword had arrived. He stabbed Ling Muyun's unparalleled sword into Zhebe's chest with Ling Muyun's powerful sword, directly piercing his body through and through his back, leaving a huge blood hole on his body, and blood flowed out like a spring.
Chapter completed!