Yang Guo was in the head, and a hook and sickle spear was like a wind crossing the border, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The 20,000 Mongolian elites, led by the Mongolian heaven-level military general Polo Ulle, and the 20,000 people were also personally trained by him, and they made a lot of contributions to the Mongolian expedition in the south and the north, and never suffered many losses.

Seeing that Yang Guo was killing his soldiers with the same way of chopping melons and vegetables, he was already furious and brandished an axe to kill him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! "Several people were chopped away by the great axe of Polo Ul.

Yang Guo saw that the person who came was magnificent, and immediately knew that this was a heaven-level, of course he would not be stupid and desperate, and hurriedly commanded hundreds of back-to-back troops to surround him.

"Brush! Brush! Brush! "The bow and crossbow containing true qi kept shooting at Polo Ul.

The Beiwei army then rode his horse and galloped, brandishing a long knife, using all his strength, plus the maximum true qi, and slashed through it, and then rushed to the side without looking at the result, allowing the brothers behind him to catch up.

"Roar!" Polo Ul let out a beast roar, and the big axe danced wildly, recoiling at hundreds of Xuan levels, and several people were chopped off one after another.

"Bow and arrow!" Seeing him so fierce, Yang Guo couldn't help frowning, raised his hand and released two flying knives, and shouted loudly.

Then all the bows and crossbows beckoned, and they all shot at Polo Ul.

A good Polo Ul, wielding the big axe impenetrable, blocking the arrows and driving the war horse forward.

"Let's get on it!" Yang Guo ordered again.

Immediately, a group of ten people, a group of ten people, rushed over, the movements were uniform, and at the same time swung the knife and slashed.

Polo Ulle was also not afraid, the big axe swung and easily stood up, and it could also shock ten people to fall back, and he took the opportunity to chop down a few people.

The back army didn't care about the sacrifice of his comrades, the front got out of the way, and the ten people in the rear continued to pounce, this time in front and back, left and right, up and down, and used knives against men and horses at the same time.

Yang Guo watched from the sidelines, seeing that the soldiers kept dying, he couldn't help it, the hook and sickle in his hand tightened, and the shadow was behind the soldiers, and suddenly a shot, silent, stabbed out like a poisonous snake.

"Roar!" As soon as Polo Gul held the soldier's knife on his feet, he saw a spear approaching his body, his bull's eyes widened, and he struck out with a punch, hitting the outside of the tip of the spear.

Yang Guo only felt that his palms were numb, and the hook and sickle almost came out of his hand, so he hurriedly rode his horse by, not daring to stay.

"Where to run!" Seeing that Yang Guo was using a gun, Polo Wule was different, guessed that it should be a general, shouted, forced back the Beiwei army with an axe, and chased after him.

"Kill!" Yang Guo burst into a shout, and the Yang family returned to the horse pistol and killed fiercely.

"Poof!" Polo Ul couldn't dodge it, and was stabbed in the shoulder by the ground-level spear.

Fortunately, the heaven-level is the heaven-level after all, and he tried his best to retreat, and at the same time, his true qi surged, so that the hook and sickle only pierced in, not too deep.

Without waiting for Yang Guo to make a change, Polo Ulle grabbed the hook and sickle and slashed down with a big axe.

Yang Guo saw that the horse pistol didn't have much effect, and the weapon was caught again, and when he saw the big axe coming, he hurriedly rolled down the horse.

"Poof!" With a sound, Yang Guo's war horse was cut in two, and only let out a "hiss!" The sorrow of the scream.

"Die!" Polo Gul pulled out his hook and sickle and threw it at Yang Guo on the ground with his backhand.

Yang Guo watched and couldn't react, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death, but he didn't feel pain for a while, and then he opened his eyes, only to see Situ Changfeng with a gloomy face, and the hook and sickle was caught in his left hand.

"Uncle!" For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Yang Guo exclaimed in surprise.

"Be careful!" Situ Changfeng casually inserted the hook and sickle in front of Yang Guo and admonished.

"Kill!" Situ Changfeng's eyes were cold, he looked at Polo Gul who rushed in front of him, let out a low snort, and dragged his knife to hedge. rushed to the front, and slashed down with a knife, this move Qinglong was already fast to go out to sea, and with a shot with anger, it was even faster and lightning.

"Dang!" There was a loud bang, the eardrums tingled, and the handle of the Polo Ull steel axe was bent, and the blade almost passed through the handle.

Before Polo Gul could react from his surprise, Situ Changfeng struck the hilt of the knife with a palm, and the dragon bird knife took off his hand and stabbed him in the shoulder.

"Ahh Polo Gul let out a miserable scream, but it also aroused his ferocity, regardless of it, the big axe slashed down at Situ Changfeng.

"Humph!" Seeing that he wanted to fight hard, Situ Changfeng couldn't help but snort coldly, jumped up, made a mistake with both hands, grabbed the big axe halfway up, and kicked Polo Gul in the chest.

"Poof" Polo Ulle spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and the big axe came out of his hand, flew upside down, and fell to the ground.

"Drink!" Situ Changfeng borrowed his method of dealing with Yang Guo, reversed the axe, raised it with one hand, and the big axe spun and flew over.

Poor Polo Gul, one of Temujin's many fierce generals, was first stabbed in the shoulder by the dragon sparrow knife, and then kicked in the chest, and he couldn't get back in one breath, so he had to watch his big axe fly. With a "poof", it was like a watermelon breaking, and the red and white things flew everywhere.

"Kill!" Situ Changfeng shouted loudly and rushed forward to kill.

"Roar!" Hundreds of back-to-back soldiers roared with the sky, dancing wildly with long knives in their hands, and killing excitedly.

If the Beiwei army just now was just a pack of wolves and well-coordinated, then now it is a wolf pack with a wolf king, which is extremely fierce and violent.

The group rampaged through an army of 20,000 people, paving a road of flesh and blood.

Situ Changfeng now likes to use the Dragon Bird Knife the most, the knife enters the meat, it is convenient and fast to kill the enemy, under the sharp blade of the Dragon Bird Knife, killing the enemy is like chopping melons and vegetables easily and happily.

Not to mention the beautiful sound of the battlefield composed of knives and bones, which is so intoxicating.

In the first battle, Yang Guo met a heaven-level master, and his previous arrogance finally subsided a lot, which would also vent his anger while carrying a gun.

20,000 Mongolian elites, although they will not retreat in a desperate battle, but in the absence of leading generals, and in the face of 3,000 Xuan-level soldiers, there is a glimmer of hope of winning, you must know that their commanders are only Xuan-level.

When the two rising captains were beheaded by Situ Changfeng, all that remained was slaughter.

On the other hand, King Jinlun fought with Guo Jing, and he fell behind at the beginning, but he had the intention of dragging the Great Song side, and he was always too worried.

However, the more he fought, the more frightened he became, Guo Jing's strength was completely beyond expectations, if it weren't for the strong strength of the Dragon Elephant Panruo Gong he cultivated, which was a very clever internal and external cultivation method, I am afraid that he would have been defeated long ago.

What surprised him even more was that the Mongolian iron cavalry never rushed up, and the sound of killing in the distance was non-stop, but there were no reinforcements.

King Jinlun and Guo Jing slapped each other again, took the opportunity to jump into the air, peeked back, and saw a scene that made his soul tremble.

There was not a single Mongolian iron horseman, but thousands of Song Dynasty troops surrounded it, and the fate of those iron horsemen was needless to say, but it can also be imagined.

"Withdraw!" The Golden Wheel Dharma King shouted, and the Golden Wheel in his hand flew towards Guo Jing, blocking his footsteps, and then ran towards the empty block without looking back.