Xiangyang City, in the study room of Guo Mansion.
Huang Rong couldn't help but be stunned after hearing Hong Qigong's words. She didn't know those two people were involved in this matter. After Guo Fu sent Guo Jing back, everyone was treating Guo Jing immediately, and Guo Fu didn't have time to tell Huang Rong.
"Master, are you saying that Dongzhang and the old naughty boy also went to the Mongolian army camp?" Huang Rong asked, looking up at Hong Qigong opposite.
Hong Qigong drank the hot tea in one gulp, "Well, just when Jing'er and I were surrounded by the Mongolian army, a fire suddenly broke out behind the camp."
Hearing this, Guo Fu's eyes lit up next to Huang Rong. This was exactly the reason why she didn't leave. She wanted to hear more about Hong Qigong about what happened in the Mongolian camp. To be more precise, she wanted to hear about that person. .
"Originally, it was not difficult for Jing'er and I to get out of the camp, but Jing'er accidentally fell into the enemy's doorway and was poisoned. It was Dongzhang who saved Jing'er, and he also helped when we rushed to the camp. I was so busy that I stopped a large number of Mongolian troops by myself." Hong Qigong said with emotion, without concealing his admiration for Dongzhang in his words.
At this time, Guo Fu had already seen stars in her eyes, and the scene of Dong Zhang standing alone with a sword against thousands of troops appeared in her mind, and her admiration for Dong Zhang became more and more intense.
As an observer, Huang Rong was equally shocked. She frowned and thought for a moment, then figured out the key to Hong Qigong's previous words, and said, "Are the two old naughty boys from Dongzhang going to Kublai Khan?!"
Hong Qigong glanced at this smart disciple and nodded with a smile, "It should be so. These two people are really courageous. I don't know how they got together."
In fact, Huang Rong couldn't figure it out herself. How could a carefree old naughty boy become so attached to someone?
When he was in the Valley of Heartlessness, Huang Rong thought he was fooling around when he saw that he did not hesitate to take over Xiao Longnu as his teacher. But now it seems that there should be something in that little dragon girl that the old naughty boy is very interested in, otherwise he would not As for asking him to follow them since they came out of the Heartless Valley.
Now he and Dongzhang went to break into the Mongolian camp. Thinking of this, Huang Rong asked again, "Master, are Dongzhang and the old naughty boy the only two people in the camp?"
"Yes, I only saw the two of them when I left the camp."
Hong Qigong had never seen Xiao Longnu before. He always thought that Dongzhang was alone and didn't think deeply about it.
But Huang Rong was not like that. She glanced at Guo Fu who had a peach blossom face. Huang Rong secretly thought that although Dongzhang was arrogant and domineering, he still took good care of his own people.
Huang Rong immediately thought that the reason why Xiao Longnu and the others didn't show up must be because their boss refused to let them go. You must know that Xiao Longnu's martial arts is not weak. Even Huang Rong herself had secretly thought that there was a high probability that she would be able to survive without any physical problems. He is no match for that little girl.
Because Xiao Longnu was so stunning when she used the Jade Girl Su Xin Sword in the Valley of Heartlessness, Huang Rong asked herself that there was no way to crack her exquisite sword skills.
But even so, Dongzhang did not let Xiao Longnu participate, which allowed Huang Rong to see Dongzhang's love for his family, which is the most important point for a woman.
Thinking about domestic violence, cheating, etc. in later generations, it shows how important it is for a woman to find the right partner, and it also prompts her to match up her stupid daughter with her father-in-law.
Looking at Guo Fu who looked inexplicably proud next to her, Huang Rong thought again that her silly daughter's thoughts seemed to be completely focused on Dong Zhang.
I don't know how much debt my family owed Dongzhang in his previous life, but he actually saved three members of his family many times in a short period of time.
Now even Huang Rong, who has always been smart, doesn't know how to repay Dongzhang. He has no shortage of money, but he has no interest in power, so what should he do? Hey, let’s give it to a girl as a gift
Mongolian camp.
Seeing that Dong Zhang, who was holding a black iron sword, noticed that person, Jin Lun Dharma King's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't hide the nervous look on his face.
The surrounding Mongolian troops didn't understand why. They climbed up to the tent one by one and held steel knives to chop Dongzhang. Most of them drew their bows and shot arrows at where Dongzhang was standing.
Suddenly, arrows rained down from the sky. Dongzhang kicked away the steel knife that was being slashed from the hands of a Mongolian soldier who was barely able to climb up to the tent. In his stunned eyes, he pulled his collar and fired the arrows. Shake off the rain.
Then one after another Mongolian soldiers were thrown away by Dongzhang into the rain of arrows, and finally a Mongolian warrior stood beside him.
Puff puff puff puff! ! !
Lingding's arrows hit the human shield held by Dongzhang in his left hand, and some arrows with strong penetrating power even came out of his chest. The arrows almost touched Dongzhang's face. The man had been stabbed like a hedgehog, with his chest He was twitching suddenly and bleeding from his mouth, but he didn't stop breathing for a while.
Without looking at him, Dongzhang stared indifferently at the unusual Mongolian soldier in the distance. There was a monk beside him at the moment, and the two of them were pointing and wondering what to say.
The two men were about three to four hundred meters away from Dongzhang at this time, and they were all densely packed with Mongolian soldiers. But it was up to humans to make things happen, and it was up to God to decide whether they could kill him or not.
Now Dongzhang was 100% sure that the man, even if it wasn't Kublai Khan, was definitely a very big fish. Without any further hesitation, Dongzhang turned over the still-dead Mongolian warrior in his hands and ran down to the camp with two leaps.
"Hurry! Stop him!!!" Jin Lun Dharma King took the lead and immediately blocked Dong Zhang's path.
Throwing the Mongolian warrior in his hand forward, Dongzhang didn't want to fight, so he ran to the other side to avoid the King of Dharma. The King of Dharma swung his two wheels to dismember the person, and then he kept on catching up with Dongzhang.
As soon as he took two steps, he was surrounded by countless Mongolian soldiers. Dongzhang had no choice but to swing his sword in a half circle. There was a clanking sound, and all the weapons in the hands of the Mongolian soldiers blocking the front were broken by Dongzhang's sword.
The body was also slashed by Dongzhang's sword. More than ten people fell to the ground spurting blood. In the next second, countless people filled the gap. Now Dongzhang could not move an inch, and he could only keep slashing with his sword.
But continuing like this is not a long-term solution. When the manpower is finally exhausted, what's more, Dongzhang is already tired and panting violently under the high-intensity output. Jinlun Dharma King who is watching by the side is not so tired. In addition to being chopped down by Dongzhang His breath was still abundant beyond a piece of scalp.
But Dong Zhang was not like that. He had to pay attention to what was going on around him at all times. Everyone here wanted to kill him. His nerves were tense all the time, which also aggravated his physical fatigue.
Since he couldn't walk by land, Dongzhang had to take the air route. He raised his knife and made a big forward leap like a roc spreading its wings, stepping on the faces of two Mongolian soldiers and using his strength, he lunged forward.
The facial features of the two trampled Mongolian soldiers collapsed, and they fell to the ground with two bangs. As soon as Dongzhang's borrowed force jumped into the air, countless sounds of breaking through the air were heard all around.
Whoosh! Whoosh! !
But seeing the dense spears shooting towards Dongzhang in mid-air with a concussive sound, the pupils under the mask suddenly shrank. Dongzhang turned around in mid-air and spun quickly, and the black iron sword in his hand slashed out with sword light all over the sky, killing them one by one. Break the flying spear.
Then the castration was not enough, and he had no choice but to fall on the spot. Before his feet touched the ground, dozens of spears were pierced into his body. Dongzhang's eyes were half-squinted, he grabbed one of the spear shafts with one hand, changed its direction, and rolled it to more than ten feet. On a spear, the long knife was swung out, and in an instant, more than a dozen heads jumped into the air.
His body also fell to the ground along the spear shaft. Before he could stand still, countless sword-wielding warriors rushed up. Looking at the strength of the guards, Dong Zhang also knew that the direction he was going was definitely unusual. There must be very important people there. Over there.
No longer hesitating at the moment, he turned to full power, wielding the knife with one hand and using the palm power of the Wuxiang Jie finger with the other. For a while, the sound of banging and banging could be heard endlessly.
Dongzhang's gray clothes had already been stained red with blood, even his hair was stained red, and there were countless broken bodies lying at his feet. However, the sight of Shura failed to scare away the group of Mongolian soldiers, and they all went there risking their lives. Dongzhang pounced.
tick tick tick
At this time, I didn't know if it was raining. Dongzhang felt that liquid was dripping from his eyes frequently, temporarily blurring his vision. He did not dare to reach out to wipe it, and kept swinging the knife and palm based on his intuition.
During this period, he made several volleys but was forced back by numerous spears, forcing him to land on the ground. He was really a guard as strong as an iron barrel, and it was the first time that Dongzhang felt the horror of the human sea tactic.
Jinlun Dharma King, who had been fighting with Dong Zhangyou, clearly felt that Dong Zhang's physical strength was declining rapidly, and couldn't help shouting, "Everyone, work harder! He's dying!!"
"Ha" sneered softly, Dongzhang held up his long sword and ran forward in two steps, squatting in front of the Dharma King, and stabbed the Dharma King in the abdomen with his left hand with a whistling sound.
The Dharma King was not afraid and struck down with one palm. But the moment the two hands touched, Dongzhang changed his palm to grab the Dharma King's hand and wouldn't let go.
Shocked in his heart, His Holiness kept trying to break free from the restraints, but Dongzhang’s left hand seemed to be welded to his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free.
A pair of eyes under Dongzhang's mask stared at the slightly panicked Dharma King indifferently, and said softly, "Aren't you going to kill me? Let's see who dies first."
Before he finished speaking, the long knife in his right hand quickly slashed diagonally at the Dharma King opposite, intending to cut the Jinlun Dharma King into pieces with one strike.
But at this moment, Dongzhang's sword swing speed had slowed down a lot. Due to the severe decline in physical strength, the Dharma King, whose eyes were splitting, held the golden wheel in his hand and slashed towards Dongzhang's throat, trying to force Dongzhang to close the knife and block.
But as soon as he made the move, he found that Dongzhang's eyes seemed not to see the golden wheel. He didn't blink, and the sword in his right hand didn't pause at all. It was a move that would hurt both sides.
The helpless Dharma King had no choice but to jump forward and throw himself into Dongzhang's arms. This was the only way to protect himself. Dongzhang's sword was not slow, and of course Dharma King's Golden Wheel was not slow either, but it was definitely Dongzhang's sword that came first. Just hit him.
But even so, Dongzhang will definitely be attacked, and he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die. This is a madman, a real madman.
This is what the Dharma King thought in his head.
Dong Zhang, who was hit hard, naturally slashed the air with his knife, but in the next second, Dong Zhang had reversed the long knife and stabbed him.
Hearing the sound behind him, His Holiness was so frightened that his hair stood on his head, "Madman!! Madman!!"
He wanted to escape from Dongzhang's arms, but Dongzhang pinned his hands firmly and twisted his hands behind him to prevent him from escaping.
call out! ! !
The long knife instantly pierced the Dharma King's abdomen and brought out a large amount of blood through Dong Zhang's waist. He stared at the indifferent Dong Zhang in disbelief. The Dharma King burst out with twelve points of skill and pushed Dong Zhang away.
The moment the long knife escaped, both of them couldn't help coughing up blood. His Holiness covered the wound on his abdomen and stepped back. As early as the moment when Dong Zhang turned the knife and stabbed him, the Fawang had already turned away to avoid the vital point. This knife only hit his side. On the right side of the abdomen, Dongzhang is more refined.
As he twisted, Dong Zhang also twisted at the same time. The long knife only made a big hole in Dong Zhang's waist, but did not damage his internal organs.
After forcing the Dharma King back, Dongzhang jumped back onto a wooden frame. He reached out and took off his mask, revealing his stern face. He then pulled off his damaged shirt and wrapped it around the wound on his waist.
The hideous scars on his body frightened the Mongolian soldiers who were about to step forward. At this moment, Dongzhang's hair was disheveled like a demon. Taking a deep breath, Dongzhang's eyes were fixed on the proud man holding a wine glass in the distance. Mongolian soldiers.
shouted "Old naughty boy!!!"
The sound echoed throughout the entire Mongolian camp.
"What's wrong!?" After forcing back the Mongolian troops around him, the old naughty boy jumped up to the flagpole and asked Dongzhang from a distance like a monkey.
The Mongolian army on his side was much smaller than Dongzhang's, but they didn't have many external injuries at the moment.
Smiling silently at the old naughty boy, Zhang Dong stroked his head and said with a bright smile, "We seem to have failed."
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