On top of Xiangyang City.
Guo Fu, who was holding Guo Jing in one hand, turned to look at Hong Qigong in astonishment and said, "Grandpa Hong, you just said, Brother Dongzhang?"
Looking at Guo Fu who looked hopeful next to him, the Wu brothers had somewhat complicated eyes.
Hong Qigong looked far into the distance and said softly, "Well, he and the old naughty boy are still in the Mongolian camp. Your father and I were able to escape smoothly because they gave us a break."
Guo Fu's heart tightened when she heard this, and she forgot about Guo Jing in her hand for a moment, and asked hurriedly, "He, how are they doing now? Have they come out yet?"
Shaking his head, Hong Qigong said helplessly, "I don't know."
Glancing sideways at Guo Fu, she added, "You'd better go back first. Grandpa Hong will be here shortly."
Hong Qigong had already talked about this, and Guo Fu could only hold back the uneasiness in her heart, nodded and hugged Guo Jing down the city, "Grandpa Hong, Fu'er will take dad back first."
After saying that, the three of them quickly walked down the tower.
Only Hong Qigong was left standing on the city wall like a statue for a long time without saying a word. He wanted to rush back to the camp and continue the bloody battle with Dong Zhang and the others, but now Guo Jing needed him and he couldn't help himself.
Mongolian camp.
Seeing that Guo Jing and Hong Qigong had escaped, Kublai Khan's eyes were burning as he stood outside the camp, and his heart was filled with overwhelming anger. His eyes were fixed on Dongzhang, who was fighting fiercely with Jinlun Dharma King, silently. raised his hand.
The adjutant beside him understood and stepped back.
At some point, the Mongolian troops around Dongzhang were all replaced by swordsmen and axemen, and everyone had a sense of killing in their bodies. This group of people was obviously similar to the death squads in the team.
Without saying a word, they picked up the steel knife and ran towards Dongzhang. They raised the knife to strike at Dongzhang's back.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Dongzhang forced the Dharma King in front of him to retreat with a palm, and flew back on his toes. His back suddenly fell into the arms of two Mongolian soldiers who were raising their swords to chop.
He reached up, pinched their wrists, twisted them down, and snatched away the two steel knives. Dongzhang didn't even look back. He held the two knives and thrust them upward. The steel knives instantly penetrated their chins and penetrated their entire heads.
With two puffs, the two of them died miserably with their eyes wide open. They pulled out the steel knife and brought out the sky full of blood. Dongzhang rushed to the side with the knife. His figure quickly ran out of a semicircle, and the two knives in his hands were even faster. There were afterimages.
Puff puff puff puff puff! !
More than a dozen knife and axe-hands who had gathered around were cut off in half by Dong Zhang with his sword. Their intestines instantly flowed to the floor, and Dong Zhang's body was inevitably stained with blood.
King Jinlun became furious when he saw that Zhang Dong actually killed more than ten soldiers under his nose.
He grabbed the steel knife from the hand of a Mongolian soldier next to him and strode towards Dongzhang. "You're so rampant!!"
The Dharma King's sword slashed down from top to bottom, facing Dongzhang's head. Seeing this, Dongzhang did not dodge or dodge. The steel knife in his left hand drooped to the ground. He held the knife in his right hand so that the back of the knife was close to the Dharma King's blade and slashed upwards. .
Bah! ! !
The moment the two knives touched each other, bursts of sparks erupted. The back of the steel knife in Dongzhang's right hand pressed against Fa Wang's blade. Just as Fa Wang's blade was about to touch the handle, Dong Zhang's wrist swung outwards. The long sword of the Dharma King.
Under the shocked and angry gaze of the Dharma King, Dongzhang swung the knife in his left hand upwards, which was hanging down to the ground, and slashed the Dharma King's neck diagonally.
The long knife in his hand was swung away, and the door to the left of the Dharma King was wide open. If he was hit by Dongzhang's knife, his head would inevitably be separated from his body.
He was so frightened that his pupils shrank suddenly. In desperation, the Dharma King immediately abandoned the knife. As he flipped his wrist, the steel knife instantly came out of his hand and swung to the left.
Dang! !
Dongzhang's left hand sword hit the long knife thrown by His Holiness. The long knife immediately changed direction and rolled towards the Holiness. Jinlun His Holiness, who had just blocked the fatal blow, rolled on his side.
The long knife flew directly to his head.
As soon as the blow missed, Dongzhang held his swords backwards instead of holding them backwards. He took a lunge and chased Fa Wang. When he was close to him, he held his swords behind his back and made a flying leap. He quickly spun around in a circle and a half.
Swish, swish, swish! !
The two swords also followed Dong Zhang's body and turned around and a half, and went straight to the Dharma King's neck.
This fatal pursuit frightened the Dharma King to the point where his hair stood on end. He fell down and lay down on the ground. The shadow of Dongzhang's flying knife slashed close to his scalp, slicing off a small piece of him. scalp.
Swinging out a slash, Dongzhang slid forward without losing any strength and plowed a deep mark on the ground. He squatted on the ground with the knife in his right hand in front and the knife in his left hand behind.
The Dharma King turned over and jumped up. He reached out and touched his forehead. There was a warm touch on his hand. When he looked closely, he saw that his hand was full of blood. At this time, half of his face was covered in blood, and his expression looked a bit ferocious.
This was also the most dangerous scene he had experienced since his debut, and he was almost beheaded by Dong Zhang.
He was shocked and angry inside, shouting "Dongzhang!"
Shaking the hairy steel knife, Dongzhang swung the knife and chopped down two Mongolian soldiers who were about to attack from behind. He stared at Jinlun Dharma King in front of him with half-squinted eyes and said, "Next time you won't be so lucky."
As he spoke, he was about to swing his sword and rush toward the King of France, but dozens of Mongolian soldiers from the front, left, and right swarmed up and surrounded him.
After a while, clanging sounds came from the crowd, and broken bodies flew out from time to time. King Jinlun stared at Dong Zhang who was caught in the fierce battle, walked a few steps back and picked up the five wheels on the ground, and made a few big jumps. He jumped up to the tent and aimed at Dongzhang in the crowd, throwing out flywheels with his left and right hands.
Buzz buzz buzz! !
The five wheels were thrown towards Dongzhang one by one by the Dharma King. At this time, Dongzhang, who was in a killing frenzy, knew what they were just by hearing the sound. Without even looking, he grabbed the two Mongolian soldiers and threw them into the air.
With two puffs, the two Mongolian soldiers were killed in mid-air by the flywheel. No one was surprised. The Dharma King continued to swing the flywheel, and the Mongolian soldiers continued to attack Dongzhang one after another.
At this time, Dongzhang no longer knew how many knives he had wielded and how many Mongolian soldiers he had hacked to death, but the sight was still densely packed, as if the number of people had not decreased at all.
Looking at the curled steel knife, Dongzhang no longer wanted to fight. He lifted the two swords upside down and took a breath and threw them forward. The two long knives flew forward like two rapidly rotating gears, splitting in front of him in an instant. Two holes were made.
Dongzhang leaned forward and rushed forward, hitting four palms on both sides with his left and right palms on the way.
Boom boom! !
Rows of Mongolian soldiers were knocked away by Dongzhang's palms. At this time, Dongzhang was already exhausted, his hair was half wet, and there was blood and sweat.
Jumping all the way up the haystack, Dongzhang glanced quickly and saw the black iron knife still stuck in the ground in the distance. There was a Mongolian soldier next to him who tried to pull it out, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the half-pipe stuck in the ground. The Black Iron Sword is not the same.
Seeing Dongzhang's intention, Jinlun Dharma King, who was standing in the opposite tent, shouted, "Fire arrows!! Stop him!"
He also threw out five rounds and hit Dongzhang.
There was a whizzing sound, and a rain of arrows from the sky covered Dongzhang's location, but both the five rounds and the rain of arrows only hit the haystack.
Dong Zhang's figure had already left the haystack before the attack came. At this moment, he was like a world-class parkour player, flying all the way towards the Black Iron Knife.
The speed of his movement made all attacks one step behind him. He quickly rushed to the side of the Xuantie Knife. Dong Zhang rushed forward without losing momentum. He grabbed the Xuantie Knife with one hand and pulled it out.
With the Xuantie Sword in hand, Dong Zhang seemed to be a different person, his attack power doubled. The 1.63 meter long Xuantie Sword was originally a two-handed sword. The length of the handle alone was as long as a forearm. It could It can chop and stab, which means Dongzhang's sword can also be used as a spear.
But Dongzhang himself has amazing powers. The 108-pound black iron sword in his hand is no different from an ordinary long sword. Therefore, he holds the sword with one hand, because only by swinging the sword with one hand can he exert his greatest flexibility. Although the knife held in both hands is heavier, it also loses a certain amount of flexibility.
Therefore, this black iron sword can be said to be a real killer weapon in the hands of Dong Zhang. Just like Yang Guo in the original work, Yang Guo holding the black iron epee is on two levels from him without the epee.
The same is true for the current Dongzhang. Holding a black iron sword in one hand, he is like a meat grinder with a head. No Mongolian soldier can get close to him. Even Jinlun Dharma King dare not touch his sharp edge.
I don't know how many Mongolian warriors I killed, but I just felt like I couldn't kill them all no matter how hard I tried. Dongzhang raised his sword and jumped to a tent in two leaps. At this time, his chest and abdomen were heaving violently, and he was exhaling frequently. It was hot, and drops of hot sweat dripped down to the chin, and the feet were also wet.
Ignoring the loud shouts of killing below, Dongzhang tilted his head and looked out and quickly scanned around the camp. At a glance, Dongzhang gained something. There was a Mongolian soldier standing quietly by the camp tent, which caused a stir. Dongzhang's attention was different from the rest of the people who were running quickly. He stood quietly outside the camp without moving.
It is in sharp contrast to the chaotic world.
Seeing him, Dong Zhang, whose face was hidden under the mask, raised a smile and said, "Is that you?"
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