The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 250 is an extra chapter, filling in the gaps in the story. Please do not confirm.
The cold wind howled, and the snow fell heavily.

A group of nearly ten riders galloped wildly against the wind and snow. The biting wind was as fierce as a knife, cutting their faces painfully, but none of the riders dared to slow down their horses, and each one galloped with all their might.

Suddenly, one of the horses' front hooves sank into the snow. Whether it was from stepping into a mouse hole or not, the horse's leg snapped with a crack, and the immense momentum caused the horse to lurch forward headfirst.

"Seventh Master!"

The young man riding the fiery red horse in front exclaimed in surprise, only to see the rider leap off the saddle in time, dart away, land on the snow, roll on the ground, and stand up unharmed. He then breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man riding the red horse was none other than Guo Jing.

Accompanying him on his cycling trip were his mother, Li Ping, his six teachers, and his lover, Mu Nianci.

The one who just stumbled and fell off the horse was none other than Seventh Master Han Xiaoying.

Fortunately, Han Xiaoying was agile and was not injured in the fall.

"Seventh Master, come quickly and ride with me!"

Mu Nianci reined in her horse and called out urgently to Han Xiaoying.

Han Xiaoying shook her head and looked back where she had come from.

Even with strong winds, heavy snow, and poor visibility, one could still see where the group had come from, where large swaths of snow and mist had been raised, and beneath the snow and mist, numerous moving black dots could be seen.

Those were Mongol pursuers.

Guo Jing once accompanied Temujin on his western expedition and made great contributions to Temujin. However, it was also during that western expedition that Guo Jing saw the cruelty of the grassland tribes.

Indeed, Genghis Khan greatly valued Guo Jing and even wanted to marry Princess Huazheng to him. If Guo Jing agreed, he could not only become Genghis Khan's son-in-law, but also be granted a kingdom and become a king.

But Guo Jing refused.

The Mongol conquest was too brutal.

In Guo Jing's view, the killings committed by the Mongols had far exceeded the limits necessary for conquest.

It was no longer about killing for conquest, or even for plunder or intimidation.

That's simply an obsession with killing and a love of killing.

Guo Jing once saved a city from being massacred with his own merits.

But the next city will also be subject to the cleansing of swords and flames.

The wealth was looted, young women were either abused or kidnapped, and the rest, except for skilled craftsmen, were all slaughtered. Finally, the city walls were demolished and the city was burned to ashes.

Guo Jing's initial impression of Temujin and other tribal leaders was that they were simple, magnanimous, and even heroic.

But one massacre after another completely destroyed this impression.

Now, when Guo Jing closes his eyes, he recalls the burning cities, the mournful cries, and the winding rivers of blood flowing in all directions beneath the mountains of corpses.

Temujin's bold words when he was drunk still echoed in his ears from time to time:

The greatest pleasure in life is to slaughter all your enemies, seize all their property, watch their relatives weep, ride their horses, and take their wives and daughters for yourself...

After these words were spoken...

The Mongol generals, whom Guo Jing had once regarded as reliable elders, burst into laughter and cheered.

Temujin's children all laughed heartily, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Only Guo Jing, looking at the cheering crowd in the tent, felt a chill in his heart.

He knew the weight of the words "exterminate them all" in Temujin's words.

Later, he also tried to offer advice.

But the "hero" Temujin ignored him, instead believing that he had picked up the soft-heartedness of southerners after his trip to the south.

Are you being soft-hearted?
Guo Jing did not think he was being soft-hearted.

He was born with a ruthless streak; he had stabbed Chen Xuanfeng to death when he was a child.

His master, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, never taught him to be soft-hearted—the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were chivalrous and never showed mercy to evil people.

The only other master, Master Qi, was somewhat soft-hearted, but he had also killed more than two hundred villains.

Guo Jing never received any education on "being soft-hearted and soft-hearted".

When the time came to kill, he was capable of doing so.

But he would never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

War and conquest inevitably involve killing. But in his education, even killing prisoners of war was considered immoral, let alone massacring unarmed civilians.
Guo Jing knew that he could neither change Temujin nor the Mongol Empire.

Given this, he had no choice but to leave.

But Temujin did not want to let him go, and even detained his mother.

With the help of his six masters, Guo Jing managed to rescue his mother, but he was still discovered when he escaped the Mongol camp.

Having fled through the snowstorm, all the horses except Guo Jing's little red horse were exhausted. Seventh Master's horse even broke its front hoof and its neck...

Guo Jing looked back at where he had come from.

The pursuers are getting closer and closer.

"Jing'er, take your mother and Nianci and go first."

Ke Zhen'e listened intently for a moment, then said:

"Let's hold off the pursuers."

"no!"

Guo Jing did not hesitate:

"How could I abandon my six masters and desert in the face of battle!"

Ke Zhen'e straightened his face and snorted coldly:
"You unfilial disciple, do you no longer listen to your master?"

Guo Jing stiffened his neck:
"I'll listen to everything Master says, but I can't listen to this!"

As he spoke, he dismounted and said to Mu Nianci:
"Nianci, ride the little red horse and take my mother away!"

Mu Nianci pursed her lips and shook her head vigorously:
"No! Let Auntie ride the little red pony. I..."

Zheng——

Before the words were finished, a sword rang out in everyone's ears.

After that sword cry that seemed to come from beyond the heavens and made people dizzy, the wind and snow suddenly became even stronger. The wind was so strong that everyone could not sit still on their horses, and the horses were blown backward by the wind.

The snow suddenly became ten times denser, and the swirling snowflakes made everyone's vision a vast expanse of white. Even with Guo Jing's martial arts skills, he could only barely see more than ten feet away.

Despite the blizzard intensifying, Zhu Cong burst into laughter:
"Excellent! What a blizzard! The Mongol soldiers can't catch up with us!"

In such a blizzard, even the most skilled Mongol cavalrymen would find it difficult to move an inch.

Except for Li Ping, all of them were skilled in martial arts. Although the blizzard would certainly have some impact on them, they could still trek through the snowstorm on foot.

As for Li Ping, with Guo Jing's martial arts skills, carrying his mother on his back would be effortless.

The group released all the horses except for the little red horse, took only dry rations, and continued walking southward against the wind and snow.

"Speaking of which, did you hear a sword ring just now?"

"Did you hear that too? I thought I was hallucinating."

"I don't know where the sword's cry came from, but it always felt... terrifying..."

This blizzard lasted for a full day and night.

Guo Jing and his group also braved the blizzard and trekked for a day and a night.

After that, until they returned to the Central Plains, Guo Jing and his party never encountered any more Mongol pursuers.

Guo Jing had assumed that the blizzard had completely concealed their whereabouts and blocked the pursuers.

It wasn't until much later that he learned the Mongol Khanate had ceased to exist.

It is said that on that day, a blizzard swept across the entire Mongol Khanate.

However, the Mongol Khanate was not destroyed by the blizzard that lasted only a day and a night.

It perished with the cry of a sword.

It is said that on that day, before the blizzard arrived, a clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the entire Mongol Khanate, from east to west and from south to north.

The moment that sword rang out, the Mongol Khanate perished.

After the sword rang out, all the high-ranking officials of the Mongol Khanate, from Temujin down, lost their heads.

The Mongol Khanate, having lost its ruler, once again fell apart...

(End of this chapter)