Hagoromo's invulnerability, combined with the strength of thirteen horses, can compete with masters of supernatural powers. On the battlefield, Fang Xuan is the God of War.
Unstoppable.
The sword in his hand drew a blank, and an army quickly filled in, but to no avail.
"The devil, he is the devil."
"Immortal God, please save me."
"He is a devil and cannot be killed. Run, run."
The power that was incomparable to human power made these Mongolian soldiers full of panic, and they screamed and ran away when facing the orders of their superiors.
Such a scene naturally alarmed Meng Ge, the great Khan of the Chinese army.
Brother Meng frowned and said angrily: "What happened?"
"Devils, there are devils."
"Um?"
Seeing the already collapsed Commander Meng Ge, he was also puzzled. Under the protection of the soldiers around him, he climbed up to the high platform and looked into the distance. Directly on the left side of the army was a blood-red figure, holding a long knife. He was invincible and marching towards the army step by step. Coming towards the center of the army.
Wherever it goes, no one can stop it.
With one slash, several people were killed.
With a sword in his hand, he can kill hundreds of thousands of troops and no one can defeat him.
Such a scene even made the Great Khan Meng Ge feel shocked and said: "There is such a ferocious general in the world. Do you know who he is?"
No one around him responded.
A white-haired general on the left cupped his hand and said: "Your Majesty, this person is very powerful in martial arts. He must be a martial artist from the Central Plains. He can be killed by the national master."
"No, Your Majesty, the Imperial Guard has to deal with me, Guo Jing. Why don't we let the priests take action, and we will be able to behead the leader of the thief." A fat old man holding an abacus said loudly.
The national preceptor is King Jinlun. He has profound skills and extremely powerful force. If he is allowed to take action again, he and others will really not be able to drink soup. How can they show their faces in front of the Great Khan Meng Ge.
Brother Meng nodded and said: "That's fine, it would be better if this person... can be captured alive."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The fat old man felt happy and took the order to run towards Fang Xuan with the other four worshippers.
At this time, the sword in Fang Xuan's hand was already full of gaps, and the feather coat on his body was full of blood, which looked very scary.
The surrounding Meng Yuan soldiers were trembling as if they were looking at ghosts. Facing Fang Xuan's steps, they only dared to retreat but did not dare to advance.
He threw away the broken knife in his hand and picked up another scimitar from the ground.
"Haha, that kid, with some brute strength, dared to break into the camp alone. He really doesn't know how to write the word "death". Your majesty is benevolent and righteous. If you don't die, why don't you surrender quickly..."
"Noisy."
Fang Xuan waved the scimitar he had just picked up, and a half-moon-shaped sword energy shot out into the air. The man who had been speaking just now was split in half from the center of his eyebrows.
The other four worshipers paused in their steps and turned pale.
"Knife...sword energy."
"This... this is impossible. Even the Five Ultimates in the World don't have such skill to be able to cut out sword energy out of thin air."
"run."
After saying that, he turned around and ran away without hesitation.
Such a master would act like a child in front of him, let alone take action.
Tap tap tap!
Stepping on the bloody mud, the machete was swung, and no one could stop it.
The Mongolian Yuan cavalry came on horseback. Tens of thousands of cavalry were like war drums. Even the mountains could be crushed under the galloping horses.
And Fang Xuan stood before the torrent of thousands of horses, like a solitary oar drifting in the sea.
"This is right!"
Putting aside the scimitar in his hand, he lunged and punched with his right hand.
"The wind god is angry."
There were dark clouds above the head, countless strong winds gathered behind him, and the power of heaven and earth converged into one.
A huge cyan giant, dozens of meters tall, appeared out of thin air. In the same posture as Fang Xuan, he lunged and punched.
Boom~
A huge roar sounded, and the torrent of cavalry instantly blasted out a huge ravine under this punch. The gully was filled with blood-red mud, and some fragments of armor and swords could be vaguely seen.
The entire battlefield fell into silence, and everyone looked up at the tens-meter-tall blue giant figure in the center of the battlefield, as well as the ravine in front of the giant.
god.
Boom~
"Eternal Life."
Some fearful soldiers dropped their swords and fell to their knees, praying for forgiveness from the Immortal God.
The Great Khan Meng Ge also had his eyes cracked at this time and shouted loudly to the generals around him: "Who is he? Who is he?"
Tap tap tap!
Fang Xuan stepped forward with blood on his feet, looking at the Khan Meng on the high platform with extremely cold eyes.
"Your Excellency is..."
Tsk~
The light of the sword flashed across, and the half-moon-shaped sword energy pierced people's eyes, and struck directly towards Khan Meng Ge.
Meng Ge's expression changed greatly, and his body kept retreating. However, the sword energy was extremely fast, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The sharp knife energy was stinging even before it came close to his skin, and the helpless fear of death welled up in his heart, and a look of despair filled his cheeks.
Boom~
A black gear made a sound of breaking through the air and stood in front of Meng Ge.
With a muffled sound, the gear was instantly split into pieces, and the sword energy was exhausted.
Buzz!
Under the sun, a golden ray of light shot through the air like a scorching sun and struck Fang Xuan.
Looking up, he saw a golden wheel with jagged sharp edges all around.
Boom~
Fang Xuan made a fist with his right hand and hit the golden wheel with one punch.
With the sound of gold and iron clashing, the gear was instantly beaten into a piece of scrap metal and fell aside.
Jin Lun Dharma King jumped down from the high platform and stood in front of Meng Ge with a wary look on his face.
Fang Xuan also looked curiously at the famous Tibetan holy monk Jinlun Dharma King in front of him.
The King of the Golden Wheel plays a very important role in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. He is a Mongolian national preceptor who studied martial arts in the Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Cult. He wears a yellow robe, is very tall and thin, and has a slightly sunken forehead. He is good at using gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead. Wheel, so he got the titles of "Five Wheel Dharma King", "Golden Wheel Dharma King" and so on.
In addition, he practices the famous "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", which is said to increase the power of one dragon and one elephant with each level practiced. After practicing it for ten levels, one can possess the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. The power is infinite. Every move weighs a thousand pounds.
This alone was enough to surprise Fang Xuan.
In the Xuanhuang World, a force of several thousand kilograms means reaching the realm of divine power, possessing the strength of a horse.
Being able to achieve such power in this small world shows that this martial arts secret book is indeed extraordinary.
Even in Fang Xuan's view, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" has more potential than "Nine Yin Manual".
"King Jinlun?"
Jin Lun Dharma King was also slightly startled. He didn't expect that this person actually recognized him.
He bowed slightly and made a Buddha's name and said, "Little Monk Jinlun has met Your Excellency."
"He looks like a monk, but he is too competitive. He doesn't eat well, chant Buddha's words, meditate, and thinks about competing for the first place in the world every day, just like Jiumozhi." Fang Xuan commented.
"Your Excellency is talking about Maharaja Maharaja of Snow Mountain Dalun Temple during the Northern Song Dynasty? How can the young monk He De compare with Maharaja Maharaja?"
While he was talking, King Jinlun heard the person in front of him say that he, King Jinlun, felt proud.
What Fang Xuan didn't know was that after Jiumozhi had experienced a lot in the Central Plains, although he had lost all his martial arts skills, he had achieved great enlightenment. He returned to Tubo, immersed himself in studying Buddhist scriptures, and became a generation of eminent monks.
