The military chief of the Western Regions of the Great Yuan Dynasty was killed here, and an elite team of 10,000 people was killed by a gang, and it was difficult not to collapse. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng and the others quickly cleared out the front camp, and the surrendered personnel who fell to their knees did not slaughter again, but sent people to drive them together.

A group of people waited, and ran to the back camp together, where the sound of killing was still shocking, and when they came to the back camp, everyone was shocked.

It was a mountain of corpses, and there were corpses within a radius of twenty zhang, layer after layer, the thickness had exceeded one zhang, and the height of three zhang in the center was there.

Zhang Wuji stood in the center of the corpse pile, his eyes were closed, his fists went out and out, the law was natural, and the surviving Mongolian soldiers were standing on top of the corpse pile, their eyes were crazy and confused.

There is an invisible silk thread that pulls these Mongolian soldiers, constantly pulling them, pulling them closer, taking the initiative to hit Zhang Wuji's fist, and then quietly falling on the pile of corpses, becoming a part of it, and continuing to contribute to the accumulation of corpses.

The outermost Mongolian soldiers could clearly see that they had madness on their faces, and they wanted to get out of this circle, but they couldn't get out, and some Mongolian soldiers knelt down on the periphery of the corpse circle with numb expressions, throwing their bodies to the ground, still muttering something in their mouths, very religious.

Yang Xiao and other Mingjiao people were dumbfounded, they didn't know what the situation was, but the pile of corpses in front of them was scary enough, and they could know that there were definitely more than a thousand corpses in a rough calculation.

The five hundred surviving slaves looked at the scene in front of them, and the last trace of luck in their hearts disappeared, and some of them had crazy worship in their eyes.

The hundreds of Mongol soldiers who drove them were taken prisoner and shouted, "Immortal God." They all crawled on the ground around the pile of corpses, not daring to raise their heads.

In the martial arts, fierce people come out from generation to generation, almost stronger from generation to generation, but this kind of power of one person kills thousands of people in a short time, and they are elite Mongolian soldiers. Since ancient times, no one has heard of anyone who can do it.

There are a few sober-minded people in the Holy Sect, and they can't help but think that compared to the sect leader and his old man, the Demon Sect's name for so many years is really insignificant, and there is no comparison, and now, the name of the Demon Sect is completely confirmed.

Thousands of lives, in just half an hour, even if they are all evil tartars, to this extent, how hard the heart must be to do it.

Yin Tianzheng muttered: "It is said that the old man kills people like hemp, and the Heavenly Eagle Sect is also named the name of the evil demon and the outer way, compared to your kid, my grandfather has not killed as many people in your life as you have come this day." ”

Wei smiled nervously and said, "Sect Master, compared to your old man, what is it for me to suck those two mouthfuls of blood?" ”

I can't say that I have a solemn expression, and I am chanting Amitabha. Peng Yingyu's eyes lit up, and Zhou Dian's face showed a crazy look, but he still controlled himself and didn't rush forward, the Iron Crown Daoist silently recited the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Leng Qian's face was solemn, and his face was expressionless.

Zhuang Zheng was dumbfounded, this is a killing talent, compared to the sect leader, he is a chicken killer.

Ordinary Holy Sect members sat cross-legged on the ground one after another, reciting the Mingjiao Bible "Two Sects Sutra", they really couldn't think of any better way to explain everything in front of them, so they had to recite the Bible they were most familiar with, one person read it, led everyone, and in a blink of an eye, they sat down on the ground, and only Yang Xiao and other high-level people were standing.

Zhang Wuji didn't seem to be aware of Yang Xiao and the others, he was still playing his fist slowly, and every time a punch was blasted, a Mongolian soldier would take the initiative to meet his fist with his chest, let out a scream, and then fell to the ground.

After a while, the pile of corpses under their feet became thicker, and Yang Xiao and the others could clearly see the desperate expression on the faces of the outermost Mongolian soldiers.

Suddenly, Yang Xiao calmed down, looked at it carefully, and said, "You don't realize that the sect leader is fighting this set of boxing techniques has traces of a great shift. ”

As soon as Yang Xiao's voice fell, everyone's hearts were shocked, and the layer of window paper in their hearts that would be broken when they poked was finally gently pierced.

Yes, only a great shift can explain all this, and there is a force in the dark that entangles these Mongol soldiers, preventing them from escaping, just like prey entangled in the silk thread of spiders, and sends them to the central land step by step.

In fact, Yang Xiao really saw it right. At the beginning, the Mongolian soldiers did not want to be killed, Zhang Wuji was stationed in the sea, with the intention of the shape, the fist path is simple, but the strength of the use is the shape of the five elements, which way is suitable for which way. Every time he fights more, he can always have a new experience, and then immediately adjust the direction and strength of his punches, as well as the changes in form, although the level of the target is low, but the number of wins is enough, let him relax and practice seriously.

It's just that although the Mongolian soldiers are known for their tendons, they are intelligent human creatures after all, after a long time, they have been killed more, and they will be afraid in their hearts, and they want to escape if they are afraid, and they don't know how long they can live, but at least they don't want to die for now, slowly, there are more and more people who are running away, Zhang Wuji's soul is keenly aware of all this in the sea of knowledge, and he is suddenly in a hurry, and finally realizes something again, and it is at a critical juncture, once the tool runs away, isn't it a failure.

In a hurry, it naturally started to move, because it was intentionally brought to the shape, and unconsciously brought a trace of spiritual power.

This area doesn't matter, it immediately made Zhang Wuji enter a new world, the Qiankun Great Shift could have been used to rely on the muscles and bones to get out of the body, this spiritual power was immediately extended with the spiritual power, and his current divine consciousness exploration distance has expanded to a distance of eighty meters in a radius, and the expansion distance of his spiritual power is exactly this length.

But the farther the distance expanded, the greater the loss of spiritual power, adjusted and adjusted, and finally settled on a distance of sixty meters, which was exactly a distance of twenty zhang, so there was a corpse pile with a radius of twenty zhang with him as the center.

Yin Tianzheng's heart was shocked, he fixed his eyes and muttered: "If this is a big shift, then what layer should it be?" Even if Mingzun is alive, I'm afraid it's just that. ”

Without waiting for Yang Xiao to speak, Zhou Dian's crazy voice rang out, "I think the sect leader is much stronger than Zhi Mingzun, and throughout the history of my Holy Sect, no one has ever been able to practice the Great Movement of the Qiankun to such a point." ”

Everyone nodded one after another, and some of the nearby Mingjiao disciples heard what everyone said, and naturally shouted "Mingzun, Mingzun,......" Soon, the disciples in the audience also shouted, and then the five hundred prisoners who surrendered early also shouted.