At the head of Fancheng City, the night sky is dark.

Guo Jing, who was wearing a simple gray robe on his back, stood at the head of the city with another general, and the stitches of the cloak were staggered and chic, not neat, I think it was from Huang Rong's hand.

"Why did the Tartars withdraw their troops!?"

Guo Jing looked into the distance, and an incredible scene suddenly appeared on his face, and the halberd pointed out: "Lord Meng, the Tartar Chinese army is in a mess, and the forward has retreated. ”

Meng Gong was tall and majestic, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and he twisted into a Sichuan character, and said: "The prosperity of the Tartar soldiers occupies an absolute advantage, it shouldn't be like this, and there is something strange in it, isn't it the Tartars who retreat by fraud and want to lead us to send troops?" ”

Meng Gong is good at guarding, and his temperament tends to be cautious and meticulous.

Guo Jingyun had enough eyesight, looked at the half-ringing from afar, pointed to the direction of Meng Yuan's Chinese army, and said in a condensed voice: "It's not quite right, look at the Chinese army's Wang Qi has fallen, the flames and wolf smoke are rising into the sky, and then look at the forward side army, there are still people rushing to kill in the fold formation, it is clear that my Xiangyang Feiyu and Chiyan armies are harassing the enemy in guerrillas, it seems that Xiangyang City has come to help." ”

Meng Gongqi said: "There is wolf smoke, I don't think it's the Tartars' plan to lure the enemy, it's just that the banner of the Chinese army fell, could it be that someone rushed into battle to assassinate Emperor Meng?" ”

How could someone break into the million-strong army to assassinate Emperor Meng?

Meng Gong only thought about it, and he also felt incredible.

"Regardless of whether the Tartar Emperor is dead or not, Sun Tzu Youyun 'and temptation, chaos and take, in fact, it is prepared, strong and avoided, angry and disturbed'"

Meng Gong and Guo Jing glanced at each other, understood each other's intentions, put their hands against each other, and said in unison: "The victory of this soldier cannot be passed on first!" ”

Meng Gong said with a smile; "Yes, it seems that Guo Shuai and what I think in my heart are the same, in this case, from the time of the order, kill for a while, it is not advisable to be greedy, only to play morale first."

The two agreed, Guo Jing was about to agree, but he felt that there was a thick and substantial killing machine locked on the city, his face changed sharply, and he grabbed Meng Gong.

Although Meng Gong has martial arts, but his own martial arts are not very high, Fang Cai is not Guo Jing, he has already died, Guo Jing clasped his belt with one hand, his arms made a soft force, and pushed him in the direction of the city, and said in his mouth: "Without further ado, the fighter plane is fleeting, I will drag the enemy, Meng Shuai will lead the troops to rush into battle!" ”

Meng Gong knew that a powerful assassin was coming, and ordered his own soldiers to help Guo Jing, and said, "Guo Shuai be careful!" ”

Guo Jing frowned and nodded, but he looked in the direction of the city, and a voice sounded: "It is worthy of being the first person in the martial arts cultivation of the Southern Song Dynasty, so you avoided all the arrows, which is amazing." ”

The voice was still under the city head before, but in the next moment, there were a few sound of footsteps on the city wall, one person spoke, but more than one person came up, all standing on the battlements, by the moonlight, all looked at Guo Jing coldly.

It's like looking at a dead man.

"It seems that the Tartar Emperor has also made a lot of money and sent so many masters to kill me." Guo Jing's eyes were calm and indescribably calm.

Over the years, he sat in Xiangyang, did not retreat, and killed and injured thousands of Mongolian soldiers. It's really a thorn in the eye of Emperor Meng, a thorn in the flesh, I don't know how many waves of assassins he has received, but he still stands here well, not sad or happy, and has cultivated a deep and condensed craftsman temperament, while those assassins who can be called good hands don't know where to bury their bones.

It's just that no matter how calm Guo Jing's face is, after seeing these people, his heart is also turbulent.

He was not to be surprised.

The few people in front of him are by no means simple people!

Although the robes are different, and there are even Hu people inside, just looking at them quietly touching the city wall, and they can also lift their qi from below, talking about light internal strength, it is already a temporary choice, and it cannot be underestimated.

Guo Jing had already raised their knives to kill those people behind him, and those people sneered in unison, not paying attention to them at all, and only said: "Dirt chickens and dogs, they are vulnerable." ”

At first, the man slapped a palm with his hand, and the palm power was like a raging wave, like defeating Ge, and he slapped several personal soldiers of Meng Gong at the head of the city who wanted to make meritorious contributions and flew out upside down, and their muscles and bones were broken, and they couldn't survive.

For a master of this level, sending this ordinary soldier to besiege and kill is already extremely weak. Just because if you know that you are under siege, this kind of master can perform light skills, and you can go a few zhang or even more than ten zhang, and Hongfei will go away.

Guo Jing steadied his feet, stopped the soldiers behind him with his arms, and said in a condensed voice: "Let's all retreat, today I will come to teach you the means, and I will not let you return empty-handed." ”

The deputy general turned sideways and said solemnly: "Guo Shuai, these Tartars are strong in martial arts, but they are not as many as us, if one person can't beat them, ten people will surround and kill them, and if ten people can't beat them, then a hundred people will kill him."

Before he finished speaking, there was a force in the air like an arrow, snorting, aimed at the key point in front of his forehead, and the breath was extinguished in a moment, and if he looked closely, there was a tiny needle-like hole in front of his forehead.

Guo Jing's eyes froze, and he said coldly: "Good means, you want to kill me, even if you come at me." Why hurt the innocent. ”

The man said indifferently: "The two armies are fighting against each other, and they will do everything they can, and what kind of fair duel do you say, you are not afraid of losing the crowd of 10,000 people, and you can also call people to surround and kill us." ”

Guo Jing laughed loudly and said: "It's good to say, Your Excellency's Biwei Needle has no trace, and it is invisible to kill, but when did Mr. Ram accept such a disciple and practice a good skill, but he took refuge in Tartar, it is a pity." ”

Among those people, there was a person who looked like a monk and laughed: "Lord Guo, you are clumsy, this is the immortal genius Xi Kunlun in my Mongolian royal family, the answer of the prince of Kublai Khan, and he worshiped as a general in front of the emperor to fight against the Song Dynasty." ”

"The Golden Wheel National Teacher praises falsely, the national teacher's dragon elephant is like a miracle, it is amazing, today all the masters are here, Guo Daxia might as well be captured, go back with us, and avoid fighting."

The person who had just made the move chuckled, obviously, he was Xi Kunlun.

Towering in the West, the West Kunlun of Kunlun.

Although he is younger than others, he stands in the first place, but no one feels that it is too abrupt, and no matter how he looks at his face, he is also handsome, but this kind of handsomeness also contains a chic and mellow vicissitudes of vicissitudes.

At this time, Xi Kunlun put his hands behind his back, and seemed to point: "I take heaven and earth as my teacher, but I have obtained a little subtlety and mystery of ram feather martial arts, but he is not his disciple, and I think ram feather is not my opponent." (To be continued.) )