Under the sword tomb.
Hearing this sound, everyone turned their heads to look at the wooden house on the right, and saw a tall and tall black-haired young man standing quietly in the room. His cold eyes couldn't help but look at the three hundred Mongolian warriors below.
It's not that Pei Bin has never met Dongzhang, but today he met this person at close range. His heart could not help but beat faster, and an emotion called nervousness suddenly filled his whole body.
It was clear that the number of people on our side was hundreds of times that of the other side, but somehow, when I saw this man, my heartbeat couldn't help but beat a lot faster. Even Pei Bin didn't dare to look at him with his scornful eyes.
Not only him, but the three hundred carefully selected Mongolian warriors also looked at this man who was like a demon god coming to the world with great breath. After all, the shadow of a famous tree, Dongzhang's deeds are in Mongolia. The camp had long been spread.
Many soldiers on that day witnessed the power of this man with their own eyes. The veterans who were lucky enough to survive were even scared to wake up from their dreams of the situation at that time. It was this man who, with a black knife, defeated thousands of troops. The guards were as light as picking out objects from a bag. No matter how large the number was, they did not feel the slightest sense of security.
Because this man was too powerful and ghostly. If it weren't for the countless lifeless soldiers who fought to protect him that day, Kublai Khan might not have seen the sun the next day, and the Mongol Empire would also have lost a man. A wise future king.
Pa Siba had already raised his head to look at the man when he appeared. He was no more calm than before. At this moment, there was also a trace of solemnity on his face, because he could not see through this man. In his eyes, he was a person. The level of strength can probably be determined at a glance.
This is also a skill he has developed since he was a child by praying to Buddha and chanting gods. It is quite similar to what Buddhism says about his mental power. Among the XZ generation, it can be said that he has never missed anything and can spot it accurately.
But now, he couldn't see through the man in front of him. Whether it was physical features or spirit, Dong Zhang looked like an ordinary man who didn't know any martial arts at all.
For the first time, Pasiba felt uncertain.
"You are Dongzhang?"
After separating from the crowd, counselor Zicong took two steps forward and praised him.
When negotiating between the two parties, the counselor goes first. This has always been the custom. Although Zicong was frightened, he did not panic.
call! ! !
As soon as he finished speaking, Zicong felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, and his heart couldn't help but tighten. He heard the sounds of swords being drawn from behind him, and a man was already standing silently in front of him, with a pair of half-squinted eyes. Staring at himself so calmly.
"If you can't do it, let's replace you with your master."
Ignoring the Mongolian warriors in front of him who were drawing their swords in unison, Dongzhang tiptoed a little, and the figure flew away in an instant. His body seemed to have no weight, and he landed lightly beside the wooden table under the pergola.
This back and forth happened in the blink of an eye. Many Mongolian warriors only drew half of their swords, and Dong Zhang was already sitting at the wooden table.
The leader, Pei Bin, felt even more discouraged. Dongzhang actually walked straight past him without him reacting. What kind of shocking light skill was this?
If he wants to kill someone, who can stop him?
Drops of cold sweat ran across his face unconsciously, and Pei Bin began to feel uncertain.
Swallowing nervously, Zicong naturally understood the meaning behind Dongzhang's words, which was that he was not worthy enough and it was Kublai Khan's turn to do the talking.
Although he was secretly annoyed that the other party didn't play according to the routine, he quickly straightened his thoughts and said: "That's natural."
As he spoke, he pressed his chest with one hand, bowed his arms and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please."
After saying this, all the Mongolian warriors knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "Your Majesty, please."
Taking the jug from Zhang Yimeng, Zhang Dong turned his head and looked at the Fang team with interest. He had never seen Kublai Khan, so he was naturally curious about this generation of wise kings.
The little princess behind him was even worse. Her big eyes were already widened as she stared at the formation on the opposite side, fearing that she would miss even the slightest bit.
Under the watchful eyes of the six Quanzhen disciples and others, a fair-faced young man slowly stepped out from the middle of the formation. He was dressed in Han Chinese clothes and dressed as a Confucian scholar, and was walking slowly under the pergola.
"I am Kublai Khan, Dongzhang, how can I let my sister go?"
Kublai Khan stopped three feet away from the pergola, followed by Pasiba and Pei Bin.
"Haha. So it's you, come here."
Raising his head and taking a sip of strong wine, Dongzhang shook the wine bottle in his hand and chuckled softly.
"Brother, no!"
Before Kublai Khan could reply, the little princess behind Dongzhang was already shouting anxiously.
Without stopping her from shouting, Dongzhang looked at his opponent with interest, wanting to see if this legendary king of later generations had the courage.
The latter's face was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then he ignored the little princess's obstruction and stepped towards the pergola opposite. Although he tried very hard to walk smoothly, the slightly stiff muscles still betrayed him. At this moment, he Still a little nervous.
"how?"
Standing in front of Dong Zhang, Kublai Khan said softly.
"Hehehehehahahahahahahaha"
First he chuckled softly, then loudly and laughed wildly while stroking his forehead. Dongzhang laughed unbridled.
Everyone was so confused by what he said. They didn't understand why Hao Hao was laughing wildly for no reason?
Standing in front of him, Kublai Khan's handsome face paled, and his lips trembled a little. At this moment, only the little princess behind Dongzhang raised her eyebrows, and she felt a little uneasy.
"The performance is good, but you are not Kublai Khan, right?"
After finally stopping his smile, Dongzhang raised his eyes to look at Kublai Khan, who was obviously surprised, and said slowly.
"Presumptuous! I am the person you are looking for. Tell me, how do you like it?!"
"Hahahahahaha, calling someone weak is not what that person would do."
"Asshole! You are not allowed to insult my brother!!"
The little princess immediately defended her and scolded her.
Shaking his head, Dongzhang looked past Kublai Khan in front of him and stared closely at the three hundred Mongolian warriors standing five feet away. At this moment, his eyes were wide open and no longer half drooped.
His sharp eyes like an eagle's eyes flashed across the warriors, and everyone he looked at directly lowered their head curtains and did not dare to look at him. When he saw the young warrior behind the crowd who quickly lowered his head, Dongzhang suddenly laughed.
"Where are you?"
After speaking, the figure swayed and his body disappeared on the bench.
"Dongzhang!!!"
This was the anxious call of the little princess behind her.
Pei Bin was the first to notice Dongzhang's unusual movement, but he was still a step too slow. Just as he was about to wave his hand to stop him, Dongzhang had already passed by very quickly, so he had to turn around and shout anxiously: "Set up the formation!!!"
After saying that, he immediately boosted his energy and ran towards the formation.
Dongzhang was moving very fast, almost leaving an afterimage. Pei Bin had no ability to stop him, but just because he couldn't, it didn't mean that others couldn't either.
Just when Dongzhang was about to move, Ba Siba on the side had quickly moved back. Everyone saw that a black shadow suddenly inserted between the white lines crossing the line, blocking the white shadow's path.
boom! ! ! !
A deafening sound suddenly sounded, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears and squat on the ground to protect themselves.
But in the middle of the field, a group of black figures quickly blocked the white figure. It was Ba Siba who quickly intercepted him. At this moment, he shot out Dong Zhang with both palms. His palm power seemed to be ordinary. But it contains a rivaling momentum.
The latter kept raising one palm to deal with it, and the two faced each other. Suddenly, a terrifying wave of air burst out, causing the gravel on the ground to fly backwards.
As soon as they met, Ba Siba's calm expression changed slightly. Dong Zhang's palm power was so fierce that it was rare in the world, and there was also an unusually domineering and hot energy inside.
Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! !
Pasiba already considered himself to be unparalleled in supernatural power, but he was still far inferior to Shang Dongzhang, so he had no choice but to use his strength to spin around and hang in the air, constantly turning over to relieve his strength, like a flying top.
At that time, their palms were still touching each other, but one was still, while the other was turning over and spinning in the air.
But with a loud bang, countless black cloths burst into pieces and scattered. His palms were separated, and Pasiba flew to the ground and stepped back seven steps, waiting for the dust to disperse.
Everyone saw a short-haired Tibetan monk standing ten feet in front of Dong Zhang. His clothes had long been shattered by the force of his palms, revealing his strong, dark upper limbs. His skin was abnormally dry and cracked, and his thin back muscles were exposed. It is covered with a variety of Buddhist stone pillars, and the most eye-catching one is the lifelike Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
"Oh, it's interesting."
(End of chapter)
