Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

"Tiemujin, are you going to run away like a stray dog?"

Temujin was full of pride, and always described himself as a prairie eagle. Hearing this, he was ashamed of what he had just thought, forcibly restrained his fear, and glared at that inhuman man.

"Profuse sweating!!! It's important to save your life!"

Mu Lili roared miserably:

Temujin said angrily, "I'm a steppe man, I can be killed but not humiliated, do you want me to run away with my tail between my legs like a dog?"

The face of the guard around him changed wildly, and he said in a trembling voice, "Khan, let's go!"

Temujin Khan followed the eyes of the terrified guards.

On the high hills.

The man in black slashed Fei'er to the flames like a wave, beheading the elite Mongolian soldiers coming in like a tide. No matter what kind of master, no matter what kind of elite, it was just a single blow, not even using his scalp-numbing Domineering sword spirit.

There are less than a hundred steps left from here.

Seeing this scene, Temujin's mind went blank for a moment.

He grabbed the long knife, turned on the horse, and slashed behind the horse. Immediately, the horse neighed, its eyes turned red, and it rushed out frantically with Temujin on it...

It was not without reason that the Mongolian soldiers swept across the world. Even in this desperate situation, thousands of people were still organized and escorted along the road.The rest of the people regarded death as home, staring at Gao Qiushan's indescribably terrifying figure with wolf-like eyes, and rushed up one after another...

"Tiemujin, you can't escape!!!"

Wang Lie beheaded more than a dozen Mongolian warriors who dismounted and fought wildly. Seeing this situation, he laughed wildly.

But whispered in my heart.

Run away, call all the warriors on your grassland to escort you.

How can it be enough to kill a Temujin?Only by completely killing all the brave men on the grassland can he achieve his goal.

Dark clouds gradually rose, covering the sky and the sun.

A random flash of lightning flashed across the sky, thunder and thunder rumbled, and random heavy rain poured down.

The pitch-black sky is only darkened by the slightest flash of lightning, and the sky and the earth are covered with rain.

Sitting on horseback, Wang Liegao held a paper umbrella from unknown origin in his hand, singing lazily and leisurely, while admiring the rainy scenery of the grassland.

Little Rong'er also woke up at some point, crawling on Wang Lie's head, grabbing the two sharp horns, looking at this side and that side.

"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

With a slash of the long knife, several Mongolian warriors who came over fell to their deaths.

"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but turbulence; up and down the great river, it suddenly loses its turbulence.

Mountain 2.5 dances with a silver snake, the original Chi wax figure, and wants to compete with Tiangong. "

As soon as the words fell, Wang Lie opened his eyes, and his gaze shifted to one direction.

In that direction, there were more than a dozen people walking over the water with long knives, their faces were cold and resolute, full of murderous intent.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to read:

"On a sunny day, looking at the red dress, it is extraordinarily enchanting."

The arm swelled slightly undetectable to the naked eye, and he slashed out randomly. As soon as the knife was released, the sky and the earth were divided into two, and the grass shattered.

Coming soon.

The ten or so masters who were at least first-class in Jianghu didn't have time to pour out their true qi, their lower bodies were still flying, and their upper bodies had already slipped unbelievably, blood and rain danced together, internal organs and mud merged.

Chapter 120

"The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to compete."

At this time, Wang Lie's waist fell to the ground, because Wang Lie deliberately indulged, and the Mongol masters who came to escort Temujin and their Khan were also killed at the same time.

Not only these masters, but also more Mongolian elites came, Temujin almost covered the grassland, naturally not only the [-] cavalry, most of the tribes in the grassland also listened to him, and besides the Mongolian masters, there were also Western Regions and The masters of the Central Plains are waiting for dispatch.

Temujin has prepared too much for his ambition to dominate, and he will definitely not look abrupt in the sculpture shooting. In other words, in this world of martial arts where personal force is supreme, this Temujin is even more difficult.

At this time, this generation of arrogant, iron-blooded heroes are running desperately surrounded by thousands of elite riders, weeping as they run, the huge humiliation makes him howl like a wounded beast on a frightened horse.

His only defeat was when Zamuhe combined with Tatar, Taichiwu and other 13 departments launched the "Battle of Thirteen Wings" against him.

But even that time it was just outnumbered and outnumbered, and it was not in a state of embarrassment. The enemy's battle damage was far higher than him, and he even made his reputation at that station.

But this time he had a total of 370 Mongolian warriors, the absolute elite who had gone through hundreds of battles, [-] people were riding one by one, killing a person, and even he was laughing at the other party, saying that he would never escape, and was chased away like a wild dog For three thousand miles, three horses were exhausted.

Even that person was still chasing after him unhurriedly, constantly slaughtering the good man in their grassland.

What a humiliation this was to the self-proclaimed prairie overlord and hero of the world.

This kind of humiliation made his blood boil like a boil, the veins on his forehead burst out, and he couldn't help screaming.

He was more aware of the other party's plan in his heart. At this time, he planned to wipe out all the living elite potential forces on their grassland. He wanted to break their Mongolian backbone, and they would not be able to turn over for a hundred years.

But he had no choice but to try at all costs, to try to kill this devil-like man.

Thinking of this, Temujin felt more and more humiliated.

Tears of humiliation and shame rolled down his face, but he didn't dare to make any more movement.