"The demon cult is evil, and its nature has not changed, so it is so upright and bright to preach murderous and evil words, is it the right way in the world?" Exterminating the old nun's mouth burst out with a word, which immediately attracted the hostility of Fan Yao and other people in the Ming Sect.

At this moment, it happened that Zhang Wuji recited: "Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero." Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. ……”

The people on the pile of corpses immediately fell into a petrified state, what kind of madman must have to be to have such a bold statement? What kind of hard-hearted heart does this have to be to do such crazy behavior?

The sky above the entire capital is shaking this bold sentence, what did Zhang Wuji recite later? No one has the heart to pay attention anymore, and they only have this sentence left in their minds: "Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero." Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. ”。

This is a madman, a delusional man. Although the ordinary people of the capital did not understand why a voice sounded in the sky above the courtyard like thunder, they still gave such a judgment.

However, the dignitaries and dignitaries in Dadu were well-informed and already knew the result of the battle of Wan'an Temple yesterday evening. They know deep down that the person who said this is capable of doing so. This thought, combined with Zhang Wuji's previous achievements, a kind of horror from the soul occupied their hearts, and Zhang Wuji's words were probably not just words.

King Ruyang stood silently on the city wall, but his heart was extremely heavy, how could the Mengyuan Empire, which had a territory of thousands of miles, meet an enemy like Zhang Wuji? Is the evergreen sky really going to fall? He looked up at the sky and thought.

This is not a large-scale war, his enemy is only one person after all, and his strategic purpose is to kill Zhang Wuji in Dadu. The biggest trump card in his hand is the 300,000 elite garrisons in Dadu, but can Zhang Wuji be defeated by consuming such military strength? His will began to waver, too. Because the front had already reported that the bow and crossbow arrow array had been penetrated by Zhang Wuji alone, his order was only two words: "Fight to the death." ”

After a man recited, a phalanx of Tartar heavy armor soldiers appeared in front of Zhang Wuji's eyes. At this time, he was full of pride, and he was not ashamed of attacking the weak with the strong. What he wants is peace in the world, he wants the Chinese people to no longer be invaded by the grassland iron horses, and he will not let the catastrophe seven or eight centuries later appear in this beloved land.

For this reason, he is willing to risk all the world's greatness.

The heart moved at will, the feet kicked, the body was like an arrow, and the two fists were like two cannonballs that were discharged from the chest of the two Tartar soldiers who had not had time to react.

Xingyi Five Elements Boxing, he loves Collapse Boxing and Cannon Boxing. At this moment, surrounded by Tartar soldiers, the range of movement is limited, and the half-step collapse fist is the most suitable. Zhang Wuji carried the Broken Fist Heart Method, the energy came from the body, and the strength gathered from all over the body, it was so turbulent. Blood travels through the tough veins like a heat wave, tumbling wave after wave under the skin.

Bang is a punch, only to see that the soldier who was hit was instantly cut in two, Zhang Wuji saw that his strength was too fierce, and then a collapse punch had already reduced his strength by half. Hearing a pop, a hole-sized hole appeared in the chest of the soldier who was hit, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

He is extremely fast, although the battle formation is rigorous, but it is difficult to capture his figure, and the battle armor on his body is not much different from paper armor to Zhang Wuji, and there is no way to deal with him for a while. Completely pressed and beaten by him.

Zhang Wuji was not satisfied with such progress, it was too slow. He landed three crashes in a row, and it was only in the fourth that he finally managed to control his strength. I saw a punch come out, a soldier's breastplate was shattered, and his whole body was knocked backwards, and more than a dozen soldiers were knocked down one after another before bleeding from their mouths and noses and falling to the ground, and their internal organs had already been shattered by this punch, and they died for a long time.

"Bang bang ......" Zhang Wuji hit many punches in a row, and his eyes suddenly brightened, countless soldiers fell out one after another and rolled into a ball, several soldiers in front died instantly, and the soldiers in the rear were also injured, although they did not die, but they fell to the ground wearing such a heavy armor and did not even have the ability to move, and almost completely lost their ability to move.

Zhang Wuji fought all the way forward like this, and soon, the rigorous phalanx of soldiers fell down one by one, and there were really not many dead, but those who were alive lost their ability to fight.

Hou Cheng was the first to react, looking at the sect leader's heroic and invincible figure, thinking about the bloody battle that started all the way from the top of the light, all of which confirmed how serious and serious the sect leader's words were just now, he didn't think that the sect leader was crazy and nonsense.

He jumped down from the pile of corpses, shouted, and ran in the direction of Zhang Wuji with a long knife in his hand.

Hou Cheng's shout woke up Wei Yixiao and the others, Wei Yixiao laughed, glanced at Fan Yao, Zhuang Zheng and others, and shouted: "Kill the Tartars." Then it floated out like a whirlwind.

The people in the Ming Sect laughed and ran out one after another, with a very bold posture. The six major factions were dumbfounded, and were about to make a decision, when they saw a flash of green shadows, and a figure of their own side rushed behind Mingjiao with a sword in hand.

But it was Song Qingshu of the Wudang faction who was so excited that he didn't even ask his father for instructions and ran out. Song Yuanqiao, who looked like he was fleeing, was worried about the safety of his beloved son, and immediately jumped out, no matter what, there is always nothing wrong with killing Tartar.

With this thought, monks, Taoist priests, nuns and other people from the six major factions jumped off the pile of corpses one after another and followed away.

Wei Yi smiled and came first, and as soon as he surpassed Hou Cheng, he saw that the phalanx of soldiers in front of Zhang Wuji had been completely opened, revealing a fellow Dao who was more than two zhang wide, although there were many soldiers on both sides, they did not pose any threat to Zhang Wuji.

Behind the soldiers was a fifty-foot blank area, and rows of neatly arranged Tartar heavy cavalry began to start in small steps.

"Da ......", the tall war horse is dressed in a vest made of steel, and even the eyes are covered by the battle armor, and the knight controls the direction. On the war horse is an elite cavalryman dressed in full-body armor, holding a spear, lying on the horse's back, holding the reins in his left hand, holding a gun in his right hand, hanging the hook in the middle of the spear on the vest on the right side of the war horse, holding the spear steadily, the front end of the spear instantly poked out of the horse's head more than one meter long, shining under the scorching sun.

This is the European heavy cavalry that the Tartars learned from the conquest of Europe, and the war horses are also descendants of sweat and blood horses from West Asia. This horse team has always been treasured as a treasure in the Mengyuan court, and in the past thirty years, it has rarely participated in battles except for routine round battles. This is the first time in three years.