"Long live, long live, long live."
The shouts came from far away and came closer, like the tide coming closer. Eventually, hundreds of thousands of people shouted loudly, as if the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering. But I saw a large nine-pin banner raised high, with a green umbrella and yellow cover under the cavalry guard, and a group of men and horses galloping close. It was the Great Khan Meng Ge who was supervising the battle.
When the Mongolian officers and soldiers saw the arrival of the Great Khan, their morale was greatly boosted. I saw the red flag waving, the troops under the city divided to the left and right, and a team of two thousand people rushed up to attack the north gate. This is the Great Khan's bodyguard, the most elite division, and a new force that has never been dispatched before. Everyone wants to make meritorious deeds in front of the Great Khan. Hundreds of ladders are erected one after another, and the Mongolian generals are like ants. Climb to the top of the city.
Guo Jing raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, today I ask the Tatar Khan to see with his own eyes the skills of our good man from the Song Dynasty!" His shout was full of energy, and despite the shouts and shouts of the crowd, everyone could still hear it clearly. The Song soldiers at the top of the city were exhausted after fighting for a day. Suddenly they heard Guo Jing's call and immediately became energetic.
"The Tatars have bullied us for a long time, now we must teach them how powerful we are!"
Now everyone is fighting to the death.
On the mound in the distance, Fang Xuan pointed to the blood on the battlefield with Zhang Jing behind his back and said, "Jing'er, are you afraid?"
Zhang Jing hugged Fang Xuan's neck tightly, suppressing the fear in her heart and said: "As long as I can be with my second brother, Jing'er is not afraid."
"...What if the second brother is gone?"
The little arms around his neck tightened, and a slightly crying voice came from behind: "Second brother, don't you want Jing'er anymore?"
Fang Xuan was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "How could it be? How could the second brother abandon Jing'er? Look, is that old man so powerful?"
Children are easy to coax, as long as the attention is diverted.
Following the direction of Fang Xuan's finger, in the battlefield, an old man wearing green clothes with white hair and beard, holding a green jade bamboo flute, walked like a civet cat.
His movements were free and elegant, sometimes he played the bamboo flute lightly, sometimes he flicked his fingers. All the Mongolian soldiers who dared to approach him fell to the ground and died.
Although Zhang Jing is only a six or seven-year-old girl who doesn't know any martial arts, Huang Laoxie's figure is too chic and elegant, especially in this bloody battlefield, the contrast is sharp.
"Wow, that's amazing." Zhang Jing said excitedly.
"Do you want to learn?"
"After you learn it, will you be as good as that old man?"
"right."
"Jing'er wants to learn, Jing'er wants to learn."
"Haha, okay, Jing'er, be good and wait for me here. The second brother will be back in a moment. Don't run around." Fang Xuan reached out and put Zhang Jing down.
"Well, Jing'er is very good and doesn't run around."
Fang Xuan placed Zhang Jing in a hidden pit, then stepped towards the battlefield.
On the battlefield at this time, because the Great Khan Meng Ge had been unable to capture Xiangyang City, he built a high platform and threatened Guo Jing's youngest daughter Guo Xiang.
The high platform was more than ten feet long, with a large amount of firewood piled underneath. A deep and wide trench was dug around it. The excavated soil was piled outside the trench to form an earthen wall. There were also shield bearers, spear bearers, and horse slayers. , crossbowmen, and chargers, layer by layer, surrounded the high platform like an iron barrel.
Fang Xuan looked up at Guo Xiang on the high platform and whispered: "Although I know this is a good way to disturb Guo Jing's mind, I still feel a little unhappy. He cannot win with force, and he is not like a human king."
He leaned over and picked up a simple knife from the battlefield at his feet and waved it twice.
It's okay, just a little light.
Fang Xuan's figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the battlefield, which naturally attracted the attention of the Meng Yuan soldiers.
They are also very familiar with Fang Xuan's situation. These days, there are always some so-called martial arts masters coming to attack the camp, mostly alone, or in groups of two or three.
These martial arts masters are fine fighting alone. If they encounter an army battle formation, they can easily suppress it. The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers already have ways to deal with it.
Six Mongolian and Yuan soldiers surrounded the plum blossom phalanx, holding spears and fiercely moving toward Fang Xuan to compress the space.
Fang Xuan grinned, his eight teeth shining brightly in the sun.
"Kill~"
As soon as he stepped on his feet, he jumped into the battlefield like a black line. With a flick of the sword in his hand, the bones of the three Mongolian soldiers in front of him instantly shattered and they flew out upside down.
Phew~
With one slash of the knife, under Fang Xuan's strange power, the armor of these Meng Yuan soldiers was like paper, easily broken open, and their entire bodies were cut in half.
The huge power gave the Pu Dao in his hand terrifying kinetic energy. None of the six Mongolian soldiers could defeat the enemy and were easily killed.
After killing these six Mongolian soldiers, Fang Xuan walked towards the center of the army step by step without any hurry or delay.
Such a scene naturally alarmed the other Mongolian and Yuan soldiers. Hundreds of soldiers surrounded them with shouts. Before they even got close enough to set up their bows and draw arrows, the arrows were raining down.
For these Mongolian and Yuan soldiers who had been shooting arrows on horseback since childhood, such a distance was a perfect shot.
Facing these rain-like arrows, he walked thousands of steps in the psychic realm. Any movement, even slight crawling of centipedes and spiders, was reflected in his mind. No movement could be concealed from his ears and eyes. Not to mention these arrows.
Fang Xuan did not dodge, but waved away the arrows that hit his cheek. As for other places, these arrows could not break through Yuyi's defense.
The robes of the Yuhua Sect are woven from the silk of five kinds of spiritual silkworms, and are infused with magic power. They cannot be penetrated by ordinary swords and guns. Although the arrows are dense, they cannot penetrate the robe.
Such a scene also made those Meng Yuan soldiers stunned. The feathery clothes were elegant and did not look like armor. This would only remind people of the powerful internal strength of the "martial arts master" in front of them.
"Sword and Shield Bearers, gather around."
Following the order from the captain, the Meng Yuan soldiers gathered around Fang Xuan with their shields in hand.
"snort!"
With a wave of the long sword, a huge force came out of it. The terrifying kinetic energy directly cut off the five sword and shield wielders in front of them, and the soldiers behind them were directly knocked away.
"This is impossible." Commander Meng Yuan said in shock.
Fang Xuan was also agitated in his heart at this time. In the world of eternal life, he was just a little shrimp in the physical state. No matter what he did, he was timid.
Masters of supernatural powers, underground demons, supreme magic weapons... none of them can easily suppress and kill themselves.
But when he came to this small world, he had unparalleled strange strength. The terrifying power of thirteen horses was simply unparalleled in cutting grass, and no one could match it.
Push horizontally!
Phew!
Fang Xuan slashed out with his sword, and the closest Meng Yuan soldier was directly cut off, and then dozens of soldiers were knocked away and landed heavily a hundred steps away.
kill.
Kill.
Kill again.
Sweep.
Fang Xuan took one step at a time, at a leisurely pace. Wherever he passed, there were broken arms and limbs, and blood flowed everywhere.
Just like the reincarnation of an overlord, the unparalleled demon god has no one to defeat him.
The strength of thirteen horses means that even masters from the magical realm dare to fight, let alone these ordinary soldiers.
