After Shen Yuanjing's trouble, the defense in the Mongolian military camp was much stronger. Even at night, there were teams of soldiers holding torches and constantly shuttled through the camp, from dark to dawn.

After ten consecutive days of this, the Mongolian army could not bear it anymore. It was better to have the ignition and lighting supplies. At this consumption rate, it would definitely not be able to support the army to return to the grassland.

Ogedei estimated that the enemy should have left, so he decided to set off. He ordered the Han army and the minion army to return to their respective garrisons and lead more than 20,000 Mongolian cavalry to walk north.

As soon as he rode his horse, the feeling of being dominating the world with his father back to him. He suddenly felt that no matter who came, he didn't need to be afraid.

Shen Yuanjing stayed for more than ten days, and finally waited for the Mongolian army to set off, hanging all the way behind, looking for opportunities, but after waiting for two days, the white flag was not raised. It seemed that Ogedei was still very cautious and would not show up until he was in his nest.

He thought to himself, "Although I don't lack time, it's not interesting to wait like this. It's better to scare him. Even if I fail, it's considered anger." After he decided to make up his mind, he immediately rode a white horse and chased forward hard.

The Mongolian army scouts soon discovered him. A group of ten people surrounded him and said something, but he didn't understand a single word. Seeing this, the group immediately pulled out their swords and stepped forward and slashed.

Shen Yuanjing gently pressed the horse's back, and his body rose into the air, folded back and forth, and instantly slapped each person for a chapter, then returned to sit down. The ten men did not see the situation clearly, and were about to raise their hands, but suddenly felt that they had no strength in their bodies, and could not even hold the knife, and fell to the ground. Then they realized something was wrong. They were about to shout, but they looked dark again, and fell off the horse and died immediately.

The horses lost their owners and stopped suddenly, at a loss. After a while, they took a leisurely and leisurely drafted again. There was only one or two horses running towards the military camp.

Shen Yuanjing followed slowly, and from afar, he could see about two hundred people from the camp ahead and rushed here. When he was close, a shout came. One person in front of him took off his bow without saying a word, and pulled out an arrow and shot it.

The arrow was fast and fast. When Shen Yuanjing took it, he felt that it was no worse than the famous masters in the Central Plains martial arts world who were good at bows and arrows that he had seen.

Seeing him receiving the arrow with his bare hands, the leader changed his face and said to the side in Mongolian: "You are a master of the Central Plains martial arts. Don't go close one by one, shoot one round first." After that, he and his men opened their bows, urged the horse to run a few steps, and shot the arrows together.

More than two hundred arrows roared over, covering Shen Yuanjing's radius of about a meter. If he wanted to get up and avoid it, it would be extremely easy, but the horses under him would be spared.

While rushing forward, he plucked up his true energy and covered himself and his horse. He waved his hands repeatedly. Most of the arrows fell into the empty space. The remaining twenty or thirty rods flew over and hit the wall of air and fell on the side. Only four arrows came straight to his chest.

Shen Yuanjing fiddled around and bounced back the fish that had escaped. Both sides were getting closer and closer. The Mongolian soldiers had never seen such magical skills. Three people were killed and arrowed down. However, the leader had already prepared and was lying on the horse. When the arrow came back, he lowered his head. The arrow passed through the felt hat and pierced into the thigh of a man behind, and screamed and fell off the horse with the man.

Seeing that the enemy was almost in front of him, the Mongolian soldiers had no time to shoot out the second arrow, put away their bows, pulled out their long swords, and rushed over with a strange cry.

Shen Yuanjing took a breath, clenched his fists and hit him forward, and a strong wind suddenly blew up from the ground. The Mongolian soldiers and their horses were overturned to the ground. The dozen people in front, including the leader, all had their heart veins cut off and vomited blood and died.

The undead person next to him was shocked and suspicious. He sucked a knife casually, shot a little on the saddle, swayed, and came back from the original. The time was very short, and even the Mongolian soldiers could not see clearly. He only thought that he was still stopping in place and was about to make some moves, but about ten companions next to him suddenly shook and fell from the horse with a fight.

This situation is very strange. No one around dared to speak. The timid subconsciously grabbed the reins with one hand and gently muttered the Buddha's god.

Shen Yuanjing kept trying, still using the same trick, flashing and turning, and breaking. In the blink of an eye, most of the Mongolian soldiers died, and the rest shouted: "Witchcraft, devil!" and fled back in a hurry.

Even if he chased after him, he could kill all the enemies. However, Shen Yuanjing did not move and stayed there, laughing softly, "It took a lot of effort to keep the name of this immortal. He was so unhappy." He stroked the long knife and swung the blood on it.

Yin Kexi was standing among the soldiers at this moment, with a pearl hanging on his neck and a jade bracelet with his wrist, looking like a pearly vigor and a treasure. He asked, "National Master, how do you think of this Taihua Immortal's martial arts?"

There was a hint of strangeness in the next few moves, but the punch in front could reach such a state of injury from the air.

On the side is a monk with a red hat on his head and two golden cloth tapes on his front. He is wearing red cassock, with a white face and a bright face. His eyes open and closed, his brilliance is as bright as he appears and hides. He is the new Mongolian national teacher Basiba. He said in Chinese: "I am really a first-class god. I am far from the same level as me. I am worthy of being a person that Khan is also very afraid of."

"He is so amazing. This must be the one who broke into the military camp a few days ago and killed Xiao Xiangzi. With such light skills, I can't be careful of everything in the world?" Yin Kexi shook his head and said, "But the national master is too modest. No matter how powerful he is, how can he be as good as you."

He lifted Basiba to a high position, pointed at the other party and was trying to make a compliment. When he saw Shen Yuanjing driving the horse and walking towards this side, he looked shocked and suspicious, and said, "What does this person mean? Could it be that he would have to break into the military camp alone?"

Basiba was also surprised and said, "No matter how high his martial arts are, it is hard to defeat thousands of troops. Could it be that he really thinks of his own god?" As he spoke, he took a step back and gave up the person on the right.

The man was eight feet tall, with thick hands and big feet, holding a mature copper stick, with a silly face, and shouting: "Master Eighth Nationalities, what are you afraid of? You are also a Bodhisattva of Khan. You have used Buddhist supernatural powers and are still worried about what tricks the opponent will use?" This man called Ma Guangzuo, and his natural power is extremely powerful. He is a beloved general of Ogedei, and he is eager to try it at this moment.

Yin Kexi said in his heart: "Ignorance and reckless man, the skill that he has famous all over the world, may not be able to compete with us when we are coming forward together. What is the difference between it and the gods? What kind of bird is there for this fake monk next to him?"
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