Wang Ming was hit by Monk Fan who suddenly appeared and used a kite-flying technique to release his hot and domineering palm power from a distance. He was beaten everywhere. If it weren't for his powerful "lateral movement", he would have been hit continuously. Killed with palm power.
Wang Ming had no choice but to retreat twenty meters, and then he was out of Fan Monk's limit attack range.
But it was really an eye-opener for Wang Ming. This was the first time Wang Ming saw someone with internal power separated from the body and attacking someone so far away.
Although there is a more powerful forty-meter-long sword in "The Best Under Heaven" and the ability to move mountains and control dragons, he has never seen it with his own eyes! In that world, one always relied on the advantage of foresight in exchange for martial arts. As soon as he had a premonition of a fight, he would immediately find a place to huddle up and wait until the weather calmed down before running out.
Wang Ming moved across the air to get out of the opponent's attack range and said, "You don't seem to be a master of the Mongolian Tantric Vajra Sect, right?"
The monk said: "Lao Monk is indeed not from the Vajra Sect."
Wang Ming asked speculatively: "Who are you, Jiumozhi?"
The monk was stunned by this question and said, "How do you know the name of my master?"
Wang Ming did not answer Monk Fan, but instead asked: "Then the martial arts you just used is presumably the "Flaming Sword" of the Nyingma sect of the Tibetan secret sect?"
Monk Fan said very calmly: "Tubo is a thing of the past, let it sink into dust and return to the earth!"
Wang Mingdao: "You are not a Mongolian, there is no need to fight for them, just get out of the way!"
Monk Fan still couldn't see any mood swings: "I'm responsible for my duties, I'm sorry to obey."
Just when Wang Ming was about to continue speaking, the three wounded Vajra Sect monks recovered their breath and cooperated with the Nyingma Sect monks to surround Wang Ming at four corners.
The monk and Wang Ming talked so much nonsense just to let the three Vajra Sect monks relax so that they could besiege Wang Ming together. Furthermore, his continuous flame knife attacks could not last at all, so he had no choice but to use all his strength to gain time.
Now that he saw Wang Ming escaping from his attack range, he stopped and chatted casually. Of course, the real reason was that he had just exploded to the limit and needed to slow down.
These monks are not afraid of wasting time. The longer they take off their clothes, the more advantageous they will be.
Although the three Vajra Sect monks were hit by Wang Ming's blow and spewed some blood, their bodies were not seriously injured and they recovered after a while.
Seeing this situation, Wang Ming immediately understood. If the beeping continued, the opponent would be completely recovered. Innate masters can recover their internal strength extremely quickly. Let's fight!
The battle started here, and Wang Ming cursed crazily in his heart: "These four dead thieves have absolutely no martial ethics. They are fighting at the same level. Not only do they besiege them, but they also let the troops behind them shoot arrows from time to time."
This battle was the most difficult and dangerous battle that Wang Ming fought, even worse than the sword debate in Huashan Mountain.
There are a few people on Huashan who still have some martial virtue, but these four people don't have any green faces at all.
The three monks of the Vajra Sect were carrying big shields and took turns being the main attackers, while the other two used shields to protect him.
During the main attack, they would huddle behind their shields, then aim at Wang Ming, and charge at Wang Ming with both men and women. The force of the collision was more violent than that of an adult bull. During Wang Ming's dodge, there was a cavalryman who was almost dead in the collision path of the monk. The monk who charged with all his strength would definitely not be able to stop the car!
As a result, the man and his horse were knocked out and fell to the ground like mud. Most of the bones in his body were shattered by the impact, his internal organs were ruptured, and blood flowed out in large streams from the seven holes.
When Wang Ming saw the tragedy, he couldn't help but said, "This monk is too cruel!"
In this way, they take turns to attack and charge, and the other two recover and protect. Coupled with the innate realm's ability to quickly restore internal energy, it is not a problem to fight hard for three days and three nights.
Wang Ming had no time to rest, and he would be consumed by them sooner or later.
The Tang Hengdao in Wang Ming's hand can indeed make the light weapon have the effect of a heavy weapon when using the "Chong Zi Jue", and it can briefly compete with the giant shield of the King Kong Sect monk. But after all, the weapon was restrained, and that was under the condition of doubling the use of internal force, so it could not be used frequently.
The three Vajra Sect monks were carrying big shields, like iron bastards, and it was very uncomfortable to fight.
There is also a monk on the periphery who will strike with a knife from time to time, and the car will overturn if he is not careful.
"Flaming Knife" is a weapon that condenses the inner power on the edge of the palm, transports the inner power and sends it out, hurting people with the ethereal virtual energy.
What does ethereal virtual energy mean?
It means invisible and colorless.
You can see it in Tenryuji Temple. It was Jiumozhi who was not wanting to hurt anyone in the scriptures, so he lit six incense sticks to show the trajectory of his palm power.
At this time, this monk was not going to play Jiumozhi's tricks. He was just relying on this characteristic from a distance to keep Yin Wangming from a distance, which was almost impossible to guard against.
There are many Mongolian soldiers who are opportunists. They want to find an opportunity to kill Wang Ming when Wang Ming and the four monks are fighting. Even if they kill him, the reward will be huge.
As the war situation continued, the orders in the Chinese army's tent had already changed from ordinary military orders to heavy rewards.
How could Temujin, a hero, not understand that a brave man must be rewarded with a heavy reward, but a brave man will become a deserter without a reward.
But!
The battlefield for these five people is too dangerous. As long as they get close to the edge, there is a risk of being hit by the aftermath.
Either an invisible flaming knife slashed his body and he was scorched to pieces, or his seven orifices were shocked by the sonic power and he bled to death. The three Vajra Sect monks were the worst hit.
Gradually, no one dared to get close, and they were not fools.
They used their prairie people's unique skill of riding and shooting, constantly adjusting their position on the horse, and fired cold arrows at Wang Ming.
Fortunately, Wang Ming's armor is thick, so as long as he protects his eyes, there is basically no big problem in other areas, as long as he doesn't get hit in one part continuously.
But later, after being hit once by a giant heavy crossbow pushed over, Wang Ming no longer dared to underestimate those soldiers. The thickened armor blocked the crossbow arrows from penetrating his body, and the shock force conveyed was also blocked by the body protection method. Block.
Under the siege of everyone, Wang Ming was like a trapped animal fighting.
Attacks will come from all directions, and the space for movement is becoming smaller and smaller.
The most important thing is that the armor on his body began to gradually become broken under frequent blows.
Wang Ming is not afraid of these four innate masters. As long as he is given time, he will be able to defeat them with his profound knowledge.
What he was really afraid of were those Mongolian soldiers. Although Wang Ming killed them like chopping melons and vegetables, Wang Ming was not protected by armor and could be killed by their spear formations, thousands of arrows, and heavy crossbows.
Wang Ming knew that the rhythm of the battle had been controlled by the opponent, and now he felt like he was being slowly eaten away by a cat-type mouse.
