I can't say that the Qiankun in his hand is bulging, and he wields it casually, like a large air cushion hammer, but when it hits the Mongolian soldiers, the powerful force instantly slaps people away, and the end is extremely powerful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Peng Yingyu made a Zen staff like a mad demon, dying when touched, unstoppable, unstoppable.

Zhou Dian held a long knife, opening and closing, advancing and retreating, very crazy, and he was extremely fast, the Mongolian soldiers couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all, and he was immediately cut to the ground when he encountered it.

The long sword of the Iron Crown Daoist was shining, the most chic, without a trace of fireworks, but it was in this elegant movement like a fairy dancing sword that drops of blood splashed, causing great casualties to the Mongolian soldiers.

Hou Cheng and the others followed, and when they were far away, they all drew their bows and shot arrows, and they were able to be selected by Zhang Wuji from the Ruijin Banner to serve as the sect leader's personal guard, and naturally they also had the advantage of being long.

Arrows and arrows killed, but they were all marksmen, so they fell behind Yin Tianzheng and others, and also set up cover for them, and when they rushed into the Mongolian camp, the arrows on their backs had been shot, and they pulled out the throwing guns on their backs and threw them at the Mongolian soldiers, although their martial arts were not as good as Yin Tianzheng and others, they were the people who killed the most Mongolian soldiers at the same time.

Mandu Latu was shocked when he saw it, at this time, it was the first time in his life that he had a real understanding of martial arts people, and immediately ordered the transfer of troops, covering and shooting near the mountain gate, and he must not let the thousands of people rush over, otherwise if everyone has the ability of these people in front of him, then he will have to explain here today.

The high-minded firearms battalion has been dispersed by Zhang Wuji, and the cannon is no longer delusional.

Since Zhang Wuji entered the camp, his divine sense was released, and as soon as the Mongolian army moved, Zhang Wuji immediately noticed it. Looking at Mandu Latu, who was a hundred meters away, his body jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards him in the air, and when he fell, he stepped on the head of the Mongolian soldier under him, and his body took off again, and the head of the soldier who was stepped on was broken and died.

Mandu Latu watched Zhang Wuji fly towards him like a god, although the guards shot arrows at him, but they were all blocked by spears, and they couldn't shoot at all, and they were immediately frightened, how could there be the head of the military governor of the Western Regions of the Mongolian court, and the personal guards hurriedly stepped forward to hold him and ran to the back camp, and they had their own loyal and sacrificed their lives to protect each other.

Zhang Wuji didn't plan to find him so soon, these Mongolian soldiers are elite, in line with the idea that if you kill one more enemy now on the battlefield in the future, he is thinking about killing these ordinary soldiers first, he knows that as the leader of the Ming Sect, it is impossible to go into battle in person in every battle, so naturally he will kill a few more enemies when he has the opportunity, and he can retain a little more vitality for the Han people in Middle-earth.

Rushing down from the mountain gate were 612 captives and Ruijin Banner and the members of the southeastern branch of the Ming Sect, all of which were his treasures, but once they were covered by the Mongolian crossbow, they would suffer heavy casualties. Although he also saved some things to use this war to teach them, there is also a bottom line.

The body was in the air, flying in mid-air, seeing a person who looked like a general being carried by the guards and running backwards, Zhang Wuji's spear in his hand was thrown out abruptly, and the second spear cut through the sky and crossed a distance of more than ten zhang, and suddenly inserted it from Mandu Latu's back, and flew forward with him instantly separated from the arms of the two guards, and flew out of three zhang before it fell, the iron spear was inserted into the ground, and Mandu Latu's body slowly slipped from the spear to the ground, blood overflowed between the mouth and nose, and the mouth was still open and dead.

The two guards were stunned and shouted, "General." Running towards him, the Mongol soldiers near Gaotai saw this scene, but anyone with a little common sense can know that it is impossible for the general to survive, as the military chief of the Mongol court stationed in the Western Regions, Mandu Latu's death is a nightmare for all of them, because according to the Mongolian bureaucracy, Mandu Latu is both their general and their master, and none of them can survive well.

The Mongolian soldiers in the vicinity waved their scimitars and slashed at the enemy above their heads, and the Mongolian soldiers in the distance pulled their long arrows and shot at this Wuji.

Zhang Wuji put his foot on the head of a Mongolian soldier, his body was huddled in the air, his hands covered his head, and a layer of soft strength spread all over his body, flying towards the high platform.

Zhang Wuji flew on the high platform under the attack of thousands of bows and arrows, and as soon as his body landed, he hit the flagpole of the Mongolian military flag with a cannon fist, and with a bang, the flagpole burst, broke into two and fell.

At the same time, the sound of bows rang out, and at least five thousand long arrows shot up from the rear camp and rushed towards the sky above the mountain gate.

Mandu Latu's close guards rushed towards Zhang Wuji like crazy, they are the closest people to the general, but they are also the most dangerous people, since the founding of Mongolia, there has never been a precedent for the general to die and live in his own guards, everyone is desperate to rush up, only attack without defense.

Zhang Wuji doubled his fists left and right, and the Xingyi Five Elements Fist continued to bombard, rushing towards the direction of Mandu Latu's death, walking in a straight line, such a large-scale battle, the spear in his hand would save him a lot of strength.

Completely ignoring the crowding of Mongolian soldiers, you just rushed away so hard, and all the Mongolian soldiers who were hit, no matter how thick the armor pages on your body were, flew to the ground and died.

In front of the high platform, there are four thousand people in the direction of the mountain gate, the vanguard at the head was all shocked to death by Zhang Wuji's dragon chant attack, and then he was killed by a burst of charge, and thousands of people died, and the remaining two thousand people gathered in front of the high platform to provide protection for Mandu Latu, at this time seeing the general dead, they were also anxious, layer after layer surrounded Yin Tianzheng and others, Yin Tianzheng and others immediately felt the pressure, such a large-scale battle, remember to be made dumplings, tired can exhaust you.

Yin Tianzheng shouted: "Rush with me, move closer to the sect leader, you must not let them join in." Immediately took the lead and rushed forward, Wei Yixiao and the others hurriedly followed, everyone understood that when it was time for life and death, don't look at the sect leader to show his might, kill the Mongolian general, and break the Mongolian military flag, these Mongolian soldiers are really going crazy to rush forward, once they are surrounded, it is not easy to get out.

Five thousand long arrows swooped down in the air in a rain of arrows, and Zhuang Zheng led the team to bear the brunt of it, but most of the more than 600 slaves were out of the attack range because they ran one step faster.

Fortunately, the Ming Sect had already prepared, and Zhuang Zheng shouted: "Arrow attack." He squatted on the ground, and the sharp gold banner shield on his left hand was immediately placed on top of his head.