I saw Zhang Wuji's face ruddy and his breathing was even. His face was a little too red, as if blood was oozing out.

After seeing this, everyone was puzzled, but they did not say anything.

"Sect Master......" Wei Yi called softly.

"Mowgli, how are you? I'm your master. Song Yuanqiao said excitedly.

Everyone called softly, and Zhang Wuji's eyelids didn't move. Everyone called softly a few times and saw that he didn't respond, so they gave up, but when they saw his ruddy face, they all felt ecstatic. Even the old nun who was exterminated would obediently close her mouth and didn't say anything bad about the scenery.

No one noticed that the blood-mist-like substance under Zhang Wuji's complexion was slowly pulsing, so his face looked so ruddy.

"Uh......h ......At this moment, a heavy and shocking trumpet sound came from the tower of the south city gate, and the king of Ruyang gave the order for a general attack.

......A giant scimitar with a length of three and a half feet came out of its scabbard, and the grip was one foot long, and it was a giant scimitar with a total length of more than four and a half feet.

"Ha ......" The Tartar soldiers exhaled, holding knives in both hands, and came towards Wan'an Temple in a uniform manner.

"Knock knock ......" Tartar soldiers fall steadily at every step, and the weight of the whole body plus their own weight is more than 400 catties on average, and every step of such weight falls is a knock sound.

From a distance, there was no end in sight, and a torrent of steel slowly advanced towards Wan'an Temple, stepping into the enemy's heart with every step.

"Woo......" The sound of the horn in the distance became heavier and more harsh. The Tartar archers on the roofs of the houses on both sides of the avenue pointed their glittering arrows at the entrance of Wan'an Temple.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

"Woo......"

The horn of war sounded, and the signal of war was so clear. In the face of such an iron army, Wei Yixiao and Fan Yao and other people in the Ming Sect changed color, and the people of the six major factions behind them were even more bloodless.

The sound of the Tartar warriors tapping the ground with every step seemed to strike at their hearts.

Every "ha" of the Tartar soldiers reached their hearts.

The sound of the Tartar horn is more like a death horn blowing from hell to harvest life.

This is a mode of war that has evolved over thousands of years of human research and warfare to deprive human lives, and it is mature and scientific, trampling on all the enemy's self-confidence in all aspects, and comprehensively enhancing one's own will to fight.

This is a dignified battle of kings, how can anyone in the martial arts ever see this?

Although Mingjiao Wei Yixiao and others started to fight all the way from Guangmingding, the Tartar troops they encountered could only rank second or third rate in the battle sequence of the Tartar Imperial Court. And these Tartar soldiers encountered tonight are the elite of the Tartar army.

This is the capital of the Tartars, this is their common home, this is their holy place, how can they tolerate the thieves to come here to cause trouble and plague their homeland?

What's more, the number of thieves in front of him is really small and pitiful, this is the biggest insult to the Tartar soldiers, these elite soldiers at the feet of the Son of Heaven don't know what kind of character Zhang Wuji is. They only recognize the iron armor on their bodies, and once they wear the armor, they cannot go anywhere in the world.

"Oh oh...... Wei laughed and shouted, "Brothers, distracted." Kill the Tartars! ”

A long howl woke up the people in a trance.

"Kill."

"It's enough to kill one, and you can earn one by killing two."

"You can't escape, try to kill a few more Tartars."

"Dog Tartar, uncle is waiting for you to come."

……

Qunhao's bloodiness all returned under Wei Yixiao's long roar, after all, he was a person who was used to fighting in the martial arts. Just now I was just intimidated by the momentum of the Tartars, but now that I have reacted, I am naturally fearless, and my head has fallen off but there is a big scar in the bowl, and when will I not lose a few heads on the rivers and lakes?

Wei Yi smiled and said loudly: "Hou Cheng, the pro-guard team will form a shield formation to protect the sect leader." Zhuang Zheng, the round array serves the Tartars, if Mingzun does not show his spirit tonight, our brothers are estimated to be dead. Kill enough! Brethren, are you afraid? ”

"I'm afraid of a ball, kill." Zhuang Zheng laughed.

"Burn my body, blaze the flames. What is the joy of life, and why is it so painful to die? For the good to eliminate the evil, but the light is the same. Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! ”

……

The Mingjiao people recited the scriptures, and their eyes calmly watched the Tartar soldiers approach step by step.

Wei Yixiao looked at the Tartar soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and then saw the Tartar archers densely packed on the roof, and looked back at the chaotic camp of the six major factions, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Fan, you should take care of it here. Dude, I'm going to sweep down some Tartar archers. ”

Fan Yao glanced at Wei Yi and smiled, stopped talking, and nodded. He didn't understand how this old brother could have so much confidence? At this moment, protecting the safety of the sect leader is the most important thing.

If he really broke through at all costs, he believed that with the strength of him and Wei Yixiao, he could lead the sect leader to break through successfully. But the people of the six major factions and Zhuang Zheng and others do not have this strength. It is inevitable that there will be sacrifices for the anti-Yuan event, and he believes that Zhuang Zheng and Rui Jinqi are also willing to sacrifice their lives for this goal.

But Wei Yixiao's order was to fight to the death, and to defend until the sect leader woke up. Could it be that the Sect Master woke up and could turn the situation around with his own strength? Fan Yao felt that this was simply a fantasy. Although the innate realm is also divided into high and low, he has also advanced to the innate for many years, and he still has an estimate of the innate combat power. Just looking at Wei Yixiao's confident look, he couldn't say anything, it was a big deal that it was not too late to break through when he carried the sect leader at the moment of crisis.

Wei Yixiao turned around and came to the front of the six major factions, and said: "Everyone, in an emergency, you are not welcome, if there is anything to offend, when you survive, I will make amends to you." The Tartar's strong bow and crossbow are very good, and he thinks that his light skills are not bad, so follow me to the roof and sweep the Tartar archers down first. Without further ado, on the roof on the upper left. For the rest, you'd better also tear down some of the door panels to defend against enemy crossbow shots. ”

Wei Yi smiled and said very quickly, turned his head and turned around, on tiptoe, his body shot towards the left, the speed was very fast, and a leaping body rushed to the roof along a straight line at a forty-five degree angle, and at the same time two pairs of gloves with silver light flashed on their hands.

Song Yuanqiao held a long sword in his hand and said, "Wudang sent disciples to follow me." After that, he chased after Wei Yixiao, and under the roof of the house, he walked towards the roof as if he was walking on a staircase, and he seemed to be walking really fast, which was the famous Tiyun Zong of the Wudang faction.