Wang Ming was also a little tired after being attacked by four people. He knew that he could not continue. He couldn't help but analyze in his heart: "Although I have two sets of internal strength for me to use, I am determined not to be able to withstand this kind of consumption. Once my internal strength is exhausted, , when the time comes, you will definitely be free to eat.”
Suddenly, Wang Ming no longer used Qinggong to dodge the attack of Fan Monk's "Flame Knife" and let it hit his body. He roared at the three Vajra Sect monks who were attacking him at close range.
"The roar of the ghost prison wind"
This time, Wang Ming used the Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar that was extremely powerful. It was no longer an ordinary sound wave, but also had a powerful sound wave. He began to roar seven or eight times in a row regardless of the cost.
Six of them hit the three old monks of the Vajra Sect, and they were immediately seriously injured. They used their shields to support their bodies and looked at Wang Ming weakly, with strong fear in their eyes.
The remaining two were defended by Wang Ming using Yinbu Gangqi to block the attacks of the two flame knives.
But Wang Ming didn't expect that the monk was very decisive and knew how to seize the opportunity to squeeze out his potential in an instant. He slashed out nine hot and domineering flame knives at an extremely fast speed, instantly shattering the sound that Wang Ming had laid. Gang, the true energy of the flame knife unreasonably penetrated Wang Ming's armor and hit him.
Immediately, Wang Ming felt nine scorching tingling sensations coming from his back, as if his body was being burned. Fortunately, he had the "Indestructible Vajra Magic" in his body, and its body protection method offset the damage caused by the infuriating energy, but he still couldn't. He could feel the severe pain, and he grimaced in pain. Fortunately, his cheek blocked his distorted expression at this time, otherwise the confidence of the Mongolian soldiers would be ignited again.
When Monk Fan saw his three companions who were seriously injured, he suddenly became anxious. If he were to kill these three people, the balanced situation would not be maintained. In an instant, his potential was squeezed to the limit. It was to use left and right attacks, hoping to attack Wang Ming, hoping to turn his attack into defense and achieve the goal of encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao.
But he didn't expect that Wang Ming didn't pay any attention to the attacks that fell on him, but once again fired ten sonic waves at the three Vajra Sect monks, and was then knocked back a foot or two by the attacking flame knife.
The three Vajra Sect members were seriously injured. The sonic attack was far away and they had nowhere to dodge. They were directly bombarded by the oncoming sonic energy. Their eyeballs exploded, their mouths and noses bleeded, and their bodies fell down weakly.
Wang Ming got up from the ground. His two silver armor was also stained with the soil on the ground. In addition to being attacked repeatedly, it now looked dirty and broken. It no longer had the heroic and extraordinary image before, but now it was even more... It was so terrifying. The armor had been bathed in the blood of thousands of people in frequent battles. From a distance, it looked like an unknown god of death.
"This man is at the end of his battle, let's all come together." The monk shouted loudly. At this time, he was very shocked. This guy was simply an immortal little strongman. He was struck with so many flame swords, but there was no trace of injury at all. The more he was beaten, the more desperate he became, and he became more and more hopeless. Without the current platoon of three Vajra Sects to deal with the damage, he did not dare to fight Wang Ming so unscrupulously, so he planned to let the soldiers continue to grind with their lives, but he did not believe that this man's true energy was endless.
But before those ignorant soldiers could die, Wang Ming kicked his feet up and found the soldier's spear on the ground. He grabbed the gun body and stabbed Fan Monk.
Faced with the stabbing spear, Monk Fan didn't panic at all, and hit Wang Ming's vital part with a flaming knife. This was not a long-range move, it was more concise, the distance was less than one meter, but the power was five times that of before. Fan Monk thought in his mind that if Wang Ming didn't want to die, he would definitely change his attack. When the soldiers came to block him, the rhythm returned to his side. Today, this unknown master was destined to be defeated.
pity!
He miscalculated. Wang Ming did not dodge and resisted the knife.
That shot penetrated Fan Seng's throat. Before he died, the meaning in his eyes seemed to be: "Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?"
If Wang Ming could hear it, he would definitely curse: "How did I know that your knife was so powerful? If I knew, I wouldn't have resisted. The body protection method has been penetrated, and now the broken ribs are still hurting!" "
Wang Ming wasted a lot of effort in killing these four monks, but time passed and there was no tea left.
The battle situation had been largely dominant before, so the people in the military tent were still in a state of watching a show, with no intention of running away.
Wang Ming moved around the golden tent, but what he saw made Wang Ming extremely surprised.
All the people in the golden tent were dead, not a single one was left. Judging from the bleeding from all their orifices and no scars on their bodies, it was obvious that they were shocked to death by Wang Ming's sonic power.
After thinking about it for a moment, I suddenly understood that at that time, Wang Ming launched the sonic energy at the three Vajra Sect monks. Wang Ming and the monks did not feel much. After all, they were not yelling at him, but for people like Temujin who were not in the innate realm , is fatal.
Seeing this situation, Wang Ming was also a little crazy, and couldn't help but said in his heart: "I didn't want to kill Temujin! I just wanted him to retreat, scare him, and stop him from slaughtering the city. How could I shock him to death?"
In order to intimidate Temujin, Wang Ming chose to charge from the front in broad daylight. Scare him, let him know that even if you are afraid of everything in the world, I can get your head at any time.
Just threaten him so that he won't massacre the city in the future. Wang Ming doesn't care whether they attack the Song Dynasty or not.
You, Zhao Song, have failed to live up to your expectations and cannot defend the country. You deserve to be lost.
Do you want Wang Ming to slaughter the entire grassland with a knife?
Weakness is the original sin. If you are weak and don't work hard to be strong, you will always pick on the weak ones. If you don't bully who will bully you?
Now he could only make mistakes. Wang Ming walked out of the camp carrying the body on the throne in the commander's tent. He landed on the back of the sweat-blooded horse he rode in a few seconds. He picked up the "Nine Yin Divine Claws" and wiped the corpse on the ground. Ma Shan sucked it in, then used the skill of combining man and horse, and rushed out.
When the Mongolian soldiers saw the body of the Great Khan, they were all terrified. They rushed over from all directions, like crazy. Wang Ming accelerated several times, but couldn't get away. He found that they were staring at Temujin's body. , suddenly understood, and threw Temujin's body onto the horse into the crowd.
Guo Jing and Huang Rong also saw the situation clearly on the city, and led all the soldiers in the city to kill the generals. A group of soldiers wearing infantry armor rushed back and forth in the army. The infantry armor troops of the Song Dynasty were actually very powerful, but they did not have horses and were mobile. The sex was so bad. The enemies in front of them can basically be defeated, cannot be chased, and cannot be killed.
When the Mongolian army obtained Temujin's body, their morale was already in chaos. They were rushed to death and began to trample on each other. Countless people died. They abandoned their helmets and armor along the way and were defeated. They fled northward.
There was originally an orderly army in the rear, but the defeat was overwhelming. The soldiers' retreat was contagious, so they also fled.
Since the rise of Temujin, this was their first failure in history. The death of Temujin, a spiritual believer, made the military even more depressed. Wang Ming looked at the situation and speculated that the crisis in Xiangyang City had been resolved. Suddenly he remembered his original intention. He couldn't help but use his inner strength to amplify his voice to the loudest, so that as many people as possible could hear it.
"Go back and tell your new Great Khan that I don't care if you attack the Song Dynasty. It's their fault that they can't defend it. But if you dare to massacre the Song people again, I will go to your grassland and massacre your golden family! Clan! Clan! …”
The echo of Wang Ming's words echoed in the air, but Wang Ming's figure could no longer be found. Only the sweaty horse covered in armor and the horse with its blade curled up were left behind.
