The Ruijin Banner Sect members were obviously no strangers to this situation, and they squatted on the ground one after another, shrinking their bodies under their shields. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the southeast branch of the altar, although the original Heavenly Eagle Sect had not undergone such training, they also followed suit and took out the shields that had been prepared long ago to block their heads.

Crackling, banging bang, the long arrows above the head have been shot, the sound of fried beans suddenly came from the top of the head, there is not strict protection, the arrows are shot on the legs, the feet are both, the long arrows that dive down in the air are extremely penetrating, once they hit the target, they have pierced through, and for a while, the person who was hit by the arrow snorted out in pain.

Zhuang Zheng's shield slanted, the corner of his eye looked at the sky in front of him, and when he found that there were no arrows to continue shooting, he immediately stood up and shouted, "Brothers, rush." "Hurry up and rush towards the Mongol camp. The sect members under the Ruijin Banner lined up in an array and rushed towards the Mongolian camp in an orderly manner.

Although the people and horses of the original Heavenly Eagle Sect of the southeast branch of the Ming Sect did not form a military formation, they were also very orderly, and each was mainly in a small team, and they cooperated seamlessly.

The first 612 captives have rushed into the Mongolian camp, after all, they are people who have practiced martial arts, compared to these Mongolian soldiers, the ability to fight alone is still very strong, but the Mongolian soldiers are used to facing the enemy in military formations, cooperating with each other, and making moves to the key points.

The usual fighting of these captives was not so cruel, and soon there were casualties, and under the threat of death, familiar faces from the past immediately gathered together, cooperated, and rushed towards the barracks.

There are five Mongolian thousand people neatly arranged in the back camp of the Mongolian camp, the rain of arrows just now is sent by them, they don't know that the general is dead, but they see the fall of the military flag, the military flag is the soul of the army, especially on the ancient battlefield, this is more vividly expressed, when their minds are spinning and thinking wildly, Zhang Wuji has jumped over in the air with a spear in his hand.

This leap is a distance of twelve zhang, in the middle of the air, the speed of the extremely fast glide of twelve zhang away, the invincible posture gave these Mongolian soldiers a great shock, holding a gun in his right hand, holding a human head in his left hand, but it was the moment he pulled out the spear with the sharp blade of the head of the human head cut off the human head of Mandu Latu.

The five thousand people just had time to release the first wave of arrow rain, they saw Zhang Wuji coming across the void, everyone was stunned for a while, forgetting about the attack, and when they reacted, a familiar human head had been thrown far away, Zhang Wuji's voice thundered: "This is your general's head, don't you hurry up and surrender on your knees, when will you wait?"

The sound is like a thunderbolt, and people are like gods, from far to near, in an instant. The Mongolian soldiers who were shocked were shocked, could it be that the general had already died, and the Mongolian soldiers who had just happened to catch the human head looked at it and exclaimed: "General." He immediately closed his mouth, but it was this general that had a greater effect than Zhang Wuji's thunderous sound.

The flag fell, the general was killed, and the news quickly spread among the Mongolian camps, and the five thousand elite soldiers rioted in an instant, some continued to attack, some fled, and some knelt down to pray to the immortal heaven.

Manduratu's death made their hearts despair, no matter what, it was a dead end, fleeing may be a way out, but it will take a lifetime of incognito, so dying in battle may be the best choice.

Zhang Wuji's figure quickly rushed into the military formation, at least more than two thousand people squeezed towards him, the spear shook, sent forward, and penetrated the body of ten Mongolian soldiers in an instant, and now there was no need to worry about the future, Zhang Wuji completely let go, bombarded left and right with both fists, fast and orderly, and rushed towards the enemy's chest.

Calm and powerful, every enemy is a hit. Zhang Wuji fell into the sea of people, these Mongolian soldiers were all desperate, and there was only one thought in their hearts, that is, to kill the person in front of him or die under the fist of this person.

The Mongolian soldiers were bright silver scimitars, and the knives were fierce and fierce, but Zhang Wuji was always able to avoid them in a millimeter.

Slowly, he seemed to have entered a state of practice, every time he avoided, he tried to achieve the most effortless, moving an inch to the left to avoid moving absolutely not more than half an inch, so he was dancing under the tip of a knife when he was open to outsiders.

Every punch is the most efficient use of energy, the strength is just right, there is no earth-shattering cannon, no thud of dead trees, no amazing momentum, everything seems to return to the basics, it is so natural.

The Mongolian soldier seemed to deliberately slash a knife, then met his chest to Zhang Wuji's fist, and then his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Zhang Wuji has been covered with a layer of corpses within three zhang of his body, but these Mongolian soldiers have been crazy to pounce up, he is within the range of these three zhang to deal with, stepping on the still soft corpse, but as steady as Mount Tai, at this moment he forgot everything in his heart, only in the experience of his own boxing skills, the spiritual tree in the sea of consciousness is green and oily, as if it can drip oil, glowing with a layer of crystal light, the whole sea of knowledge feels fresh and lovely, warm and intoxicating.

In addition to the die-hard loyalists in the Mongolian camp, more soldiers began to flee, and the Mongolian soldiers in the front camp began to flee in an unorganized and purposeless manner, some of them came towards the mountain gate of Mingjiao, and they had only one thought in their hearts, that is, they were far away from the slaughterhouse in the camp, but they happened to meet Yang Xiao and others who rushed down from the mountain.

The Four Gates of Heaven and Earth, Wind and Thunder were originally Yang Xiao's direct subordinates, and they were very organized. Under the dispatch of Yang Xiao, he encircled and suppressed the Mongolian soldiers who fled to his side, and did not let go of a single fish that slipped through the net.

As soon as the martial arts people put down the chivalrous heart in their hearts and sacrificed themselves to kill, they were more powerful than the standard killing machines cultivated by the army, and the more than 600 captives quickly learned to watch and help each other at the cost of more than 100 people, and they cooperated with the attack on the Mongol soldiers, picking up the speed and endurance of the attack, these soldiers were not comparable to them, and soon fought their way out of the camp.

Yin Tianzheng and the others immediately felt that the pressure was greatly reduced, and they breathed a sigh of relief, they had been killing people for more than half an hour in a row, the internal force consumption was extremely large, and the loss of physical strength was very serious, and the inexplicable martial arts in their hearts began to flood uncontrollably, and they couldn't help but be irritable about the lives that died in their hands, this is the difference between a martial artist and a professional soldier.