The golden crow falls, and the jade rabbit rises eastward.

After the bright moon wheel walked a long trajectory in the sky, the battle that took place the evening of the previous day seemed to have passed.

The clouds in the east reappeared the slight whiteness of the morning light, and above the Yuan River, a small boat flowed downstream.

This was one of the three fast ships carrying Prince Jin and the others at that time, but now there is only one person left on the ship.

Temujin took her forehead, and the dried salt frost left after excessive sweating was left. She sat on the bow of the boat with a haggard face.

During the days of traveling on this kind of boat, Temujin once went to the driving place to see it and understood how to operate this kind of boat.

As long as you open the Tianma Machinery and determine the orientation, you can let the ship operate on its own in this basin that does not have obvious turning.

When we arrived, there were only one left when we left.

Just like the fate of Temujin and his brothers, Chi Lao Wen and Mu Huali have been left at the foot of Iron Palm Mountain forever.

From Tiezhang Mountain to the seven-mile land of the ferry, if you ride a horse and whip on the grassland, it is just a matter of a snap of your fingers. This is the first time Temujin feels that it is just a seven-mile land that can be so long.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, and Sun Buer, who were chasing relentlessly, were led by the Iron Palm Gangs who were mobilized by the commander of the gang. People who were surrounded by swords and guns, bows, arrows, copper nets, and traps in the forest made of sharpened bamboo and wood.

Chi Lao Wen and Mu Huali only survived the first two miles, but later they were all alone with Temujin.

His resilience was too terrible. Even Wang Chuyi, Yang Tiexin and others were alarmed and went to fight one after another.

The net of heaven and earth was ambushed on all sides, and the battle lasted for more than five hours, Temujin finally came out.

After a long breath, he picked up his weapon.

This weapon is called Sulu Ingot. Below the trident at the tip, there is a small disc with the black and white mane of the stallion fixed around it. A long pole is connected to the center of the disc, shaped like a trident spear.

There is a legend on the grassland that this is a weapon given by the immortal world. Wherever it is pointed, the battle will be won.

This is also a divine weapon of heaven, which can echo the "Canglang" that Temujin put into his body.

But now, this weapon is only one and a half feet long.

The man who claimed to be Qu Lingfeng spread his broken wings from behind, and used the intact copper wings to cut off Chi Lao Wen's head and also cut off Sulu ingots.

Temujin used a broken weapon to break the man's legs, but he hated that the opponent's reinforcements came too quickly and did not have time to avenge Chi Lao Wen completely.

Suddenly, there was a faint reflection on the shore, falling from the corner of Temujin's eyes.

When he turned to look, he saw several branches thrown down from the river. He lit the branches and leaves he threw down by himself, crossed the river and came to the small boat.

Temujin looked at him carefully, looked at his pale face, smelled the bloody smell coming from behind him, and said in the awkward Central Plains dialect: "All this planned kills the eldest prince of the Jin Kingdom. Is it just such a young man?"

"When I chased you all the way, I was afraid there were seven or eight hundred people who were killed or injured in your hands. Even Qu Lingfeng and the others had trauma to varying degrees."

Yang Zaixing's breathing was a little short. When he spoke, there was a shallow blood in his mouth. Obviously, he was very injured. "Jin Chenying is famous for his strength. I didn't have much surprises, but you are unknown, but you are almost a terrible person who is no less than him. If you were willing to fight for him at that time, the result... is really not sure."

"It's a pity that he is not my brother, Temujin won't give his life to someone who wanted to overwhelm me from the beginning."

Temujini stood up with his broken weapon and firmly expressed his thoughts.

He did not feel any wavering and regretful because of Yang Zaixing's assumption, and just asked, "I didn't hear your name clearly just now. Can you say it again?"

"Yang Zaixing."

"Okay, I'm Temujin."

Temujin repeated his name in the language on the grassland and sang a melodious ballad.

That was the past when his reputation had spread widely on the grasslands. Mu Huali and Chi Lao Wen were also famous as warriors under his command. After a large-scale war, Jamukha came to celebrate him and wrote songs compiled with their past deeds.

Yang Zaixing stood quietly on the boat. He couldn't understand these languages, but he could understand this song.

This person who has no reputation is no longer willing to work hard for the Jin Kingdom. Judging from his performance, he may become a promising hero in the future.

But the hatred has been settled, and today there will only be one person who will leave alive.

Yang Zaixing's intentions are clear and calm, but they are more decisive than the killing intentions generated by all murderous transformation techniques.

"In my life, The Legend of the Condor Heroes has never failed..."

The moment the melody of the song climbed to its peak, the clutch suddenly paused and sank for a moment.
Chapter completed!