Boom!
Flying on the clouds and snow, the sky is so angry that it wants to destroy the city.
The sky full of wind and snow was actually mixed with the lightning of galloping lightning.
The roaring angry dragon slammed into the iron cavalry without hesitation, and then rushed towards the high-erected flagpole.
A thunderbolt flashed.
The dim sky and misty earth were lit up with a pale color.
The bald men in cassocks stood on the towering hills everywhere. When they saw the angry dragon rushing out, they both showed proud smiles.
The Buddha's music is loud, the God is beating the drum, and the dragons are fighting in the wild, their blood is black and yellow.
Wudang Mountain becomes more and more ethereal, handsome, and tall.
The ever-present clouds and white cranes are like elves dotting the landscape.
However, in the Zhenwu Hall, from the headmaster Zhang Sanfeng down, all the Taoists carry swords on their backs and look proud to the sky. How can they appear to be indifferent to the world?
Cao Zhe stood in the crowd, with his back to the floating clouds, green pines and white cranes outside the window, but he held the sword in his hand tightly, and his eyes swept back and forth among the disciples.
"You are all surprised, why did Pindao summon all of you here today?" Cao Zhe asked.
Most of the Taoist priests know what it is, but they still don't understand it.
Cao Zhe turned his back and looked out the window, but it was more like his sight penetrated the floating clouds and looked at the vast and infinite mountains and rivers.
"Since Pangu created the world, the Three Emperors established their conclusions, the Five Emperors opened the borders, the saints left letters, and the Han and Tang Dynasties taught, whenever a country encounters a major event, men must sacrifice their bodies in sacrifice for the country." Cao Zhe turned around and looked at everyone intently, Generously speaking.
There was someone in the crowd who seemed to have something to say, but when faced with Cao Zhe's electric gaze, he restrained himself like an electric shock and remained silent.
"We are outside the world, but we enjoy the incense and worship of the world. Although we are not immortals and gods, we still hold a three-foot sword. We should have a little bit of it. How dare we watch the fire from the other side!"
"Even if the bones are burned into hills and the rivers are overflowing with blood, we must not insult the country's soil or ruin its borders."
"A soldier wears his heart and courage, and his body will be on the blade. A handsome man's sleeves will be full of blood, and the king's sharp blade will shine."
"To protect the country, there is no distinction between old and young, no distinction between high and low, and the monks, Taoists and seculars are all the same. This is the way it should be."
"Whenever there is a national calamity, we must work together to pour out the water of the Yellow River, break the waves of the East China Sea, conquer the land of the barbarians, twist the den of the Tatars, suppress the bandits who bully us, defeat the slaughter of the barbarians, and then cross the sea. We will stand upright. , let the corpses cover the fields, only the spirit can rely on, the superiors have no regrets for the advice of the old gentleman, and the subordinates have no regrets for the common people."
"I want to make three major oaths today. The first oath is to drive away the Tartars. If there is an invasion by foreign enemies, we monks should hold swords and march without hesitation. We have practiced martial arts for many years and use them at this time. The second oath is to control the mountains and rivers. If there are those who commit crimes, do evil, and use weapons to show off evil, we monks should hold the sword and act without regrets. The three oaths are to quell the inner demons, be content and happy, practice hard in meditation, not be moved by fame and fortune, and not be concerned about worldly things. Act with evil intentions."
"Everyone who takes this oath is a poor Taoist disciple. Under Zhenwu Sect, how dare you?"
Cao Zhe's move was to cast a soul for the Wudang Sect in one fell swoop.
His transformation of the world continues.
But he only had thirty years... Now he only has more than twenty years. If he leaves, how can Wudang, which is out of control, become a behemoth bullying the world?
Therefore, when foreign enemies came to attack at the gate, Cao Zhe returned to Wudang Mountain, but he wanted to take all the elites of Wudang to the border battlefield.
Let them forge the soul of 'True Martial Arts' through a trial of blood and fire.
"We dare!" All the Taoists shouted in unison.
At the same time, recite the three major oaths made by Cao Zhe.
Cao Zhe laughed loudly and jumped under the statue of Emperor Zhenwu, holding a sword and raising it high.
"Everyone! Carry your sword!"
"Get off the mountain!"
"My teacher will lead you to ride the wind and lightning, soar into the clouds and mist! Fly across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in one day, and be humiliated outside the sword town, and Wuding mountains and rivers! When the mountains and rivers are all right, my teacher will be here on Wudang Mountain to catch the dew from the sky for you, and raise a toast to celebrate!" "After Cao Zhe said this, the clouds and mist all over the mountain seemed to be attracted by Cao Zhe, and surrounded all the Taoists in the hall. Then the strong wind blew by, and under the gaze of Emperor Zhenwu, all the Taoists all came together. Flying into the sky, under the leadership of Cao Zhe, they flew towards the border.
At the same time, at the border area, Wang Yu, who had disguised himself as Guo Jing, was already under siege by the monks and was increasingly unable to support himself.
Those people from the rivers and lakes who are close to the border and come to help, once they jump off the city wall, want to support.
They will be suppressed by a large number of bows, arrows and gunfire.
It's just a life lost in vain.
The guards in the city are not allowed to leave the city without orders.
Before leaving, Wang Yu had stated that no matter what the outcome of this battle, the garrison should be steady and steady, quickly replace new forts, and build high city walls to prevent the enemy from breaking into the pass by digging tunnels and blowing up city walls.
As long as we engage in a fierce battle with these Mongols and prolong the fighting time, the longer the time, the more beneficial it will be to Dayue.
They must not be allowed to enter.
Once they break into the pass, burn, kill, loot and obtain a large amount of combat materials and food supplies, these Mongols will continue their barbarism and destroy civilization.
Dayue's twenty years of stability, advancement and advantages will all be destroyed in one day.
On the battlefield, the dragon roared with sadness.
Although Wang Yu was determined to die, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms he pushed in his hand simulated Guo Jing's seven-point charm, he was not Guo Jing after all.
Under the siege, he was not only injured by arrows, but also hit by fists and palms many times, and the injuries in his body were in a mess.
If Cao Zhe hadn't cut off his hair and washed his marrow earlier, making his muscles and bones much stronger than ordinary people, he would have been unable to hold on.
Even so, defeat has been decided.
Pfft...!
Wang Yu vomited blood and staggered, surrounded by the corpses of more than a dozen bald monks and Mongolian masters.
The broken arrow pierced his chest, abdomen and back, damaging his internal organs.
The thunder light and the dragon's roar kept lingering in Wang Yu's palm. The power of the Dragon Subduing Palm, which had been continuously extended, seemed to be restrained, but in fact it had expanded to an extremely terrifying level.
With such a huge palm force, every second it is held in the palm will cause great harm to oneself.
Although there is a method to relieve force in the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, Wang Yu does not use it.
Now that he has taken Guo Jing's name, he will never weaken his prestige.
He can die!
But you will never lose!
Roar···!
He opened his palms and let out a fierce dragon roar.
Another move to fight the dragon in the wild.
This palm is the most cruel and dangerous palm among the eighteen palms.
Abandoning all defense, just for offense.
Both the left arm and the right palm can be real or weak, and they are not restricted to one pattern, but they are actually offensive.
The huge palm power is constantly lingering between the hands.
It turned out to be right on the spot, continuously receiving palm power and superimposing strength.
While adding palm power, Wang Yu's internal organs were constantly being hurt.
Suddenly five flywheels broke through the wind and snow and rowed towards Wang Yu.
Wang Yu opened his palms and pushed with both arms.
The angry dragon swept through the wind and snow, rushed out mightily, and directly collided with the five flywheels in mid-air.
The violent explosion sounded like it broke the sky clouds for a moment.
Two "eminent monks" who were once Shaolin's top generation flew out from the left and right, and each of them landed on Wang Yu's chest and back with one palm.
Billowing current flows.
Yin Wu Lei exploded and forced the two bald monks back.
Wang Yu turned around, pushed with both palms, and slapped out with two more palms.
Then he forcefully caught the previous palm and turned it back.
The blood dripping from the corners of his mouth was no longer congestion, but mixed with the fragments of internal organs.
Although he is going to die!
At this moment, he is the Emperor Wu of Dayue!
Surrounded by wolves, Bento is invincible!
