Yelu Wan bit her lips, and the smell of blood was everywhere in her mouth.

She stared at Chen Qiu, and there was a very complicated emotion in her big eyes, she said:

"It was also later that my brother and I learned that the only uncle who could protect our siblings in the court was in Qilu, who died at your hands in Chen Qiu.

If we had known before, we would definitely not save you and Xiao Tie that day!"

"Uncle Clan?"

Chen Qiu was stunned for a moment, then he thought about it.

"Ah, you are talking about Yelu Zong, a general of the Northern Dynasty in Qilu.

That's right, it was indeed me who killed him among thousands of troops and lifted the siege of Qi and Lu. But Liu Wan, do you know that the reason why Xiao Tie's father died was because of your uncle!"

His voice became cold, he said:

"Your clan uncle wants to take advantage of the two sides' death fight to get a bargain. He has the Changbai Hanpo, which is specially prepared for the experts on the Tianlist. Gao Xing can even hand over that thing to him with confidence.

Are you sure that your uncle is truly protecting you and your brother, rather than having surrendered in secretly?

Forget it, it’s quite boring to tell you this.”

Chen Qiu yawned.

He waved his hand, grabbed the reins, turned around the horse's head, and shouted to the forest in the dark night behind him:

"Friend, I've been with you all the way, let's see you!"

There was no sound in the darkness behind me, as if there was no one.

Chen Qiu snapped his fingers, Zhang Lan sneered, waved the folding fan in his hand out, and with a whirring sound, a black needle shot into the forest behind, and the small iron movement was even more direct.

He jumped off his horse, exhaled and opened his breath, and with the sound of chains, Juque's heavy sword roared into the darkness behind him.

The tree that was hugging one person was interrupted on the spot. Amid the harsh and broken sound, a figure flew up from the forest. He was holding a golden battle bow in his hand, and three wolf-toothed arrows were already on the bowstring.

When the whole person fell in the air, three arrows shot out with the sound of bowstrings, one arrow shot straight at Yelu Wan, and two other arrows drew an arc in the air and also shot towards Yelu Wan.

This art of shooting is obviously at the level of a master. Three arrows are flying into nine arrow shadows that are indistinguishable from the true or false, and the killing aura is coming to the face.

It looks like the style of the magic bow shooting the sun, and the nine arrows in succession.

"Ba,ba,ba"

Three light sounds, three arrows were brought out by Chen Qiu using Gongshu's clever hand, and they were accurately buckled into their hands. The remaining arrow shadow hit the ice wall in front of them and dissipated.

With a throw of his backhand, the three frozen arrows flew towards the assassin only.

Seeing that the assassin failed, the Mongolian assassin did not hesitate.

After falling onto the ground, rolling around, his legs bounced up like a curled spring, and he rushed toward the dark night behind him with his body.

but...

"Swoosh"

The deadly black sword stabbed out on the head.

There was only one person, but when he was out of the sword, he brought out seven sword shadows. Although it was only a moment ago, the eight stabs of the Chengying Sword stabbed the golden war bow in the assassin's hand into a sieve.

As the wood chips flew everywhere, the Mongolian assassin was injured and avoided the fatal blow.

He gritted his teeth and fell to the ground, but soon jumped up, grabbed the handle of the golden scimitar behind him with his left hand, and just wanted to draw the knife, but he couldn't pull it out.

The samurai of the Golden Tent looked down.

I don't know when the hilt and scabbard around my waist were frozen by the ice.

As soon as he delayed his kung fu, the cold black sword blade pressed against his neck from behind. Just a slight shaking, the sharp sword would cut off his neck.

"You must not be the nameless person on the grassland if you can escape under my mountain ghost brother's long sword."

Chen Qiu got off his horse, moved his fingers, and looked at the Mongolian assassin who was threatened by the mountain ghost, and he said:

"You may ask for your name.

Also, your Khan, why did you insist on killing this ignorant and masked princess of the Northern Dynasty? He even sent you a good man like you. Does he have any deep hatred for his wife who has never passed away?"

Chen Qiu’s question was not answered.

Seeing that the assassination failed and he was coerced again, a trace of stubbornness and decisiveness flashed in the tall Mongolian man's eyes. He raised his neck and ran towards the Chengying Sword.

He had just seen the sharpness of this strange sword. He would definitely be painless when he died under this sword.

But some people reacted faster than him.

In this place less than three feet away, Zhang Lan started to travel to Xiaoyao, and it was really a shrinking place.

The mountain ghost also reacted very quickly. Chengying suddenly returned to the sheath. The Mongolian assassin who wanted to commit suicide was brought to face by Zhang Lan, and several ghost needles were inserted into it.

He soon lost control of his body and collapsed on the ground.

Seeing Chen Qiu protect Yelu Wan behind him, the Mongolian swordsman immediately shouted in the unstandard Central Plains dialect:

"Yelu Wan must die! This is not only for the Khan of the Golden Tent, but also for you southerners!"

"I can't see what other benefits will be for us if an innocent woman dies besides shameful to the men."

Chen Qiu stepped forward a few steps, and he squatted beside the Mongolian swordsman, he said:

"Tell me, why did you Khan insist on killing Yelu Wan and destroying your marriage with the Northern Dynasties? I guessed on the way just now that you attacked the Northern Dynasties envoys, probably to blame us, the people in the Southern Dynasties, right?

To be honest, we can take the blame.”

Chen Qiu stopped, he looked at the Mongolian swordsman, and he said:

"Don't you Mongolians always call yourself a grassland hero? Why do you start doing such stealing things? Tell me, tell me honestly.

There are enough people killed tonight, and I don’t want to kill one more.”

Chen Qiu's voice stopped and became softer, but then he became colder again:

"But Chen doesn't care about killing one more. Grassland man, what's your name?"

The samurai of the Golden Tent looked at Yelu Wan fiercely, but in the end, under the questioning of the four Southern Dynasties in front of him, he lowered his head in shame and said in a mosquito-like voice:

"My name is...Flying Eagle, flying on the prairie, flying eagle from the north of the desert.

You are right. People in the Southern Dynasty killed women not by heroes. I abandoned my dignity but only failed. This failure tarnished my only remaining oath.

The heroes of the Southern Dynasty, kill me!
Chapter completed!