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The Yuan army disembarked with arrows and soon stood on the beach.

In the end, there were more than 30,000 of them, and they had warships to resist, and they could not be easily destroyed by 5,000 archers.

On the warship, there were crossbowmen of the Yuan army who returned fire to the Southern Song army formation.

However, before the iron cavalry of the Yuan army could be reorganized and mounted, the cavalry of the Southern Song Dynasty was already facing each other.

No matter how brave the iron cavalry of the Yuan army was, before they got on the war horse, they could only be slaughtered by the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers. In a short period of time, countless Yuan troops have fallen into the sand.

These were all Toheti's pro-soldiers, and he was so angry that his eyes widened, and he urged loudly again and again: "Get off the boat!" Disembarked! ”

But it seemed that he should be unlucky, and as he was shouting, a cannonball exploded right next to him.

More than a dozen commanders around Toheti were blown out, and Toheti himself was not spared, and he was thrown into the sea with the shattered planks.

His flesh was blurred and charred, and he sank down without moving in the water.

Even a general can't withstand the bombardment of shells.

"Marshal!"

"The marshal is dead!"

"The marshal is dead!"

The Yuan army on the ship panicked, like a mourning exam. The cannon just now really killed a lot of their big fish.

It's a pity that Zhao Dongting didn't see this scene, otherwise, he would probably be able to jump with joy.

Tuoheti died, and no one controlled the whole army, and the army of the Yuan army was also divided and scattered.

The battle situation has developed to such a point, although the two armies have not yet officially rushed to kill, it can already be said that the victory and defeat have been divided.

Murong Chuan closed his eyes slightly, and his figure suddenly looked a little gloomy. Even he could see that the odds were slim right now.

However, this does not mean that he Murong Chuan is willing to admit defeat.

Feeling the ship tilt slightly, he jerked out his long sword, stamped his feet and jumped onto the railing, about to jump towards the big ship beside him.

On the shore, the Yuan army and the Song army have been fighting, the two armies are chaotic, with his skills, as long as he goes ashore, there is still a chance to escape. If you keep your life, you will have a chance to make a comeback.

"Murong Chuan!"

But at this moment, not far from him on the boat, there was a sudden cold cheer.

Murong Chuan paused, looked back, and saw a Yuan soldier taking off the helmet that was deliberately pressed down, revealing his face.

It is a joy that is unpaid.

Le Wuyuan stared coldly at Murong Chuan, who showed a look of surprise, and said, "Murong Chuan, your life was saved by me, you are unfaithful and unjust, I will take your life today." ”

It turned out that after he recovered from his old illness in Baicao Valley, he returned to Leizhou and mixed into the pirate group, always secretly staring at Murong Chuan.

Just now, he took advantage of the chaos of the Yuan army to come to the Yuan marshal's ship, and when he saw that Murong Chuan wanted to get off the boat, he shouted to stop.

With the skills of pleasure and gratuitousness, it is naturally not difficult to do this.

Murong Chuan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Your old illness has been cured?" ”

Le Wuyuan stopped talking, just slowly pulled out the sword at his waist.

The warship tilted slowly, and many Yuan troops jumped into the sea, but the two stood still. Time seems to freeze at this moment.

Murong Chuan's eyes stared at Le's top-notch hand, and suddenly sneered: "You also use a sword?" Could it be that the injury has not healed? ”

Le Wuwu is most famous for his broken mountain finger, but the mountain cracks the rock, that is, Murong Chuan and him have intersected for many years, and I don't know that he can also use a sword.

Le said gratuitously: "The world only knows that my broken mountain finger is as sharp as a sword, but I don't know that what I use is sword intent." The finger is the sword, the intention is in the heart, let's see today, is your swordsmanship great, or my sword intent is powerful. "Murong Chuan's dripping sword pays attention to the ultimate speed and accuracy, and it is naturally the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Hearing Le's words, his face became extremely solemn.

In the rivers and lakes, there are many swordsmen who practice swordsmanship, but those few real peerless masters are all sword intent masters.

Taking the Sword God Empty Son as an example, his sword intent has reached the level of penetrating the heavens and the earth, not only the grass and trees can be swords, but it is rumored that he once used the sword intent and his body did not move a bit, and he killed dozens of Yuan troops who wanted to invade the Hidden Sword Pavilion on the spot.

The meaning of the sword can be described as the extreme realm pursued by swordsmen, and it is also the most elusive.

Although the dripping sword is powerful, the sword is biased and focuses on art, which is also the reason why Xiulin Fort has never been ranked too high on the list of castle masters in the past dynasties.

Suddenly, when Le's gratuitous sword was completely unsheathed, he moved.

At this moment, there seemed to be a sword flash in his pupils, and his body swept rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he approached Murong Chuan, and the long sword stabbed directly into Murong Chuan's chest.

Murong Chuan was slightly stunned, but he was actually captured by his instantaneous might.

However, his martial arts skills were extraordinary, and when he came back to his senses, he did not panic, and his right leg was on the railing, as if he was about to fly away.

But he didn't really get out of the way.

When the man was about to leave the railing, his feet suddenly hooked the railing, and his body spun back upside down, but the long sword stabbed at Le Wufu's waist.

Turning back to the sword.

Le Wuwu did not resist, jumped up suddenly, and flew to the railing.

Murong Chuan's body turned, and he also stood on the railing again, his sword light was like a waterfall, constantly stabbing at Le's various points.

The two of them went back and forth on the railing, flying at an extremely fast speed, and they couldn't even see the shadow of the sword, which made the surrounding Yuan soldiers dumbfounded.

Zhao Dongting swept the entire battlefield with a telescope, and after a short time, he finally caught the two fighting in the firelight.

Seeing the two figures flying at a rapid speed, his eyes were instantly captured. Immediately saw that it was Murong Chuan and Le for free, and he was also surprised.

"Le Wu, that seems to be your father."

Then he handed the binoculars in his hand to Le Wu next to him.

Le Wu took the binoculars and looked in the direction pointed by Zhao Dongting, but after a few seconds, he exclaimed: "It's really my father, how could he be there?" ”

Zhao Dongting shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he is obviously coming for Murong Chuan." Have you seen your sister? ”

Le Wu looked at it with a telescope and said, "No." ”

Then he hurriedly handed the telescope back to Zhao Dongting and said, "I'm going to help my father." ”

As he spoke, he was about to run to the beach.

Zhao Dongting hurriedly grabbed her and said, "Senior Le and Murong Chuan's martial arts are so strong, what can you help in the past?" ”

Le Wu hurriedly said: "But there are so many troops over there, my father ...... him"

Zhao Dongting said: "Your father will definitely not seek death by himself, I think he should be somewhat sure." ”

The music and dance were still anxious, but they had to stand still.

On the ship, Le Wu was fighting with Murong Chuan. Although there is a gap between the two in the ranking of the master list, they are naturally all ordinary people who can be on the master list, and although the ranking of Le Free is high, it is not easy to kill Murong Chuan in a short time.

Zhao Dongting looked at it and sighed in his heart, "I didn't expect Le's free swordsmanship to be so powerful." ”

Although his sword does not seem to be as fast and accurate as Murong Chuan's pursuit of the ultimate, there is an indescribable charm in his deeds.

Although Zhao Dongting is now in the house, he asks himself, compared to Le Wuyuan and Murong Chuan, it is still 108,000 miles behind.

The warship gradually sank to the point that only a few meters remained, and the bow was still floating on the sea, tilting into an angle of dozens of degrees. The Yuan army on the ship had already jumped into the sea.

On the shore, the cavalry of the Southern Song Dynasty rushed back and forth on the beach, all of them bloody.

From all over the forest, the Qiongzhou army team that was fighting here kept running out and joining the melee group.

Although there were more than 30,000 Yuan troops, most of them were still behind to resist the approaching Zhao and Luo fleet, and many of them were sunk in the sea, and the soldiers who actually landed on the island were afraid that there were less than 10,000 soldiers, and they were also shot by the arrows of the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers, and there were only a few thousand at this time. Some panicked on their horses, but it was difficult to form a formation at all, and they were only slaughtered by the cavalry and infantry of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The Wyvern Army stood behind the beach, just constantly firing the Yuan warships with cannonballs.

If it is blown up, the Yuan army will have to be hundreds of people less.

Zhao Dongting begged for the complete destruction of these Yuan troops and pirates, and he didn't feel sorry for those warships. As long as there are people on the ground, none of this is a problem.

Le Wufu and Murong Chuan were flushed, their internal forces had been operated to the extreme, and after fighting fiercely like a storm for a while, the two finally withdrew suddenly. Le stood on the tip of the ship for free, and Murong Chuan stepped on the eaves of the cabin, still standing looking at each other.

Murong Chuan took a few breaths and sneered, "Your sword intent is nothing more than that. ”

"Really?"

Le's gratuitous fingers slowly swept over the long sword, and said coldly: "Then you try again." ”

At this moment, his aura changed abruptly, as if his whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and his sharp aura soared into the sky.

Sword intent, gathering the swordsman's unique comprehension of kendo and all the spirit and spirit, is sword intent.

Le's gratuitous figure was condescending, and he swept towards Murong Chuan again.

A cold light swept across the sword's body.

Before getting close, Murong Chuan swung his sword to resist, but his seemingly extremely fast sword seemed to be unable to keep up with Le's gratuitous sword shadow.

The picture suddenly freezes at this moment.

Murong Chuan glared at Le Wuyuan, and the sword in his hand slowly fell into the sea, "It turns out that this is your sword...... Meaning ......"