"Bang!"

The head of the white-eyed Daoist was raised, and when the sleeve robe flicked, a group of Yuan Court soldiers were swept down.

"Up! Stop this old Taoist priest! ”

Orders rang out from the rear, and the streets were already surrounded by Yuan Court soldiers in all directions.

The surrounding irrelevant crowds have been dispersed, and the rest are the most elite soldiers in the capital.

The one who leads the sword and is dressed in military uniform is the king of Ruyang in the Yuan Court.

"This old Taoist priest, I haven't seen you for so long..."

"It's all so strong!"

King Ruyang clenched the sword at his waist and stood behind him with a frown, forcibly holding back the uneasiness in his heart.

Rao is the king of Ruyang, who has experienced a hundred battles and has experienced several life and death, and when he faced Zhang Sanfeng, he was not sure of what he had before.

"Is this really the realm that people can reach..."

"Among the guards of the capital city of my Great Yuan Dynasty, the most elite Mongolian warriors, I don't know if I can stop this old thing..."

This noble and battle-hardened general has a cloudy expression on his face.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng, who was about to penetrate thousands of Mongolian warriors, King Ruyang pulled out the long sword in his hand and raised it.

As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, thousands of archers appeared on the city tower not far away.

At this time, there were also Mongolian soldiers attacking Zhang Sanfeng one after another.

And the subsequent actions of the King of Ruyang meant that he had given up on the soldiers who were closest to him.

"Shoot the arrows!"

This middle-aged man, who looked like a scribe, had a sharp look in his eyes and shouted angrily!

As the saying goes, mercy is not in charge of soldiers!

As long as Zhang Sanfeng can be killed, even if the thousands of people in front of him are buried here, what is the pity!

The face of the Great Yuan Dynasty cannot be lost!

In the distance, the archers heard the order and took out their feathered arrows from the quiver behind their backs and placed them on the bowstring.

Suddenly, thousands of archers moved in unison.

Draw the bow like a full moon, and the arrows fall like stars!

Thousands of iron arrows were shot out by the elite archers, and under the command of the archers, they all shot at Zhang Sanfeng below!

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

The rain of arrows covered the sky for a while, slashing through the sky, making a sound that broke through the sky.

Seeing this scene, sadness flashed in the eyes of the Mongolian soldiers below, but they did not flinch, but instead raised their heads to the sky and roared, clenched the weapons in their hands, and continued to charge at the white-eyed Daoist without fear of death!

In the end, it is a wolf cub from the grassland, and in a desperate situation, there is no lack of bloody bravery!

The front is fighting, and the king of Ruyang is not idle.

A monk dressed in a robe, with a bald head and a slightly fierce face, fell behind him at some point.

King Ruyang stared closely at the battle in the distance, and was not surprised by the monk who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Cheng Kun, you know what my Ruyang Mansion does to you."

"Now it's time for you to do your best for me."

The rain of arrows sprayed out, and the king of Ruyang looked into the distance and said lightly.

"Lord Wang, what are my Chengkun methods, your heart is very open."

"Let me teach a lesson to the two elders of Xuan Ming, the guy of that level is about the same, let me fight with this old man..."

"Lord Wang, you're letting me die!"

The yellow-clothed monk standing behind him frowned and replied reluctantly.

"Humph! You have to go, you have to go, you have to go if you don't go! ”

"It's up to you!"

When King Ruyang heard Cheng Kun's echo, he flicked his long sword and turned around suddenly, staring at the yellow-clothed monk with a pair of eyes like eagles and falcons!

"Cheng Kun, with what you did, if it weren't for my Ruyang Palace's protection of you, would you be able to live until this time?"

"Your foundation, this king knows it well!"

"If you don't go today, then the deeds you Chengkun did in Shaolin Temple will not blame this prince for being public, so that your original form will be revealed!"

King Ruyang's feet were pressing step by step, and the long sword was against Cheng Kun's neck!

Cheng Kun gritted his teeth and held back his anger.

If others were so presumptuous in front of him, Cheng Kun would have killed him with one palm.

But the king of Ruyang, he can't kill it.

Looking at Cheng Kun, who was in a dilemma in front of him, King Ruyang's eyebrows sank slightly.

He knew that he couldn't force Cheng Kun to be too ruthless, otherwise this old thing would not be able to restrain him for a while.

"Don't worry, this king is not asking you to seek death!"

King Ruyang withdrew the long sword in his hand, and the atmosphere of tension gradually subsided.

"I, the Great Yuan National Master, am now practicing in the Yuanming Palace!"

"If he makes a move, it is not yet known who will kill the deer!"

Hearing the words of King Ruyang, the yellow-clothed monk felt a little moved in his heart.

"The Great Yuan National Teacher... That old thing here? ”

"In this way, it is not a certain death..."

Cheng Kunyu thought secretly in his heart, and then his eyes were ruthless!

"Good! Today, I will fight hard for the prince and block this Sanfeng for a moment! ”

"But after that, please also ask the prince to give Cheng Kun a soldier and a horse, and hit the main altar of Mingjiao!"

"I don't know what you think, Lord Wang?!"

When the King of Ruyang heard this, his long sword slammed into the ground, and the sharp sword that sharpened iron like clay sank into the earth for three points, emitting a cold blade light.

Then I heard a breathless shout come out and enter the ears of the yellow-clothed monk.

"Good!"

"This king promises you, as long as you Cheng Kun go up to stop for a while, wait until my Great Yuan National Master comes to subdue this rampant person."

"The Ruyang Mansion will send five thousand elite soldiers to you, and personally hit the main altar of the Ming Sect!"

"Now, are you satisfied?!"

After hearing this, the yellow-clothed monk no longer hesitated, stepped on the ground, shook a crack, and took a few steps forward, and he had already rushed out of dozens of feet!

Cheng Kun's actions have revealed his answer!

In his life, he hated Yang Dingtian very much, and even the Ming Sect developed with Yang Dingtian single-handedly, he couldn't wait to let it be destroyed!

Since King Ruyang has made a promise, then he Chengkun dares to rush up and fight!

Just when the yellow-clothed monk rushed out of dozens of feet and was about to reach the middle of the battlefield, the sudden change in the field made him pause.

I saw the white-eyed Taoist standing in mid-air, seeing the rain of arrows shooting from the sky, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

The majestic mountain of Turtle and Snake evolved behind Zhang Sanfeng, making everyone present look horrified.

Since ancient times, it has been possible for true qi to manifest from the void to the real?!

Never!

Even if it is the legendary sword immortal Lu Chunyang Linfan, the Bodhidharma Patriarch is in the world, I'm afraid it's just that!

The turtle and snake method is revealed, and the real martial sword is out!

The white-eyed Taoist stood in the air, surrounded by the true qi of yin and yang in his palm, and gradually turned into a long sword exuding a colorful light in the void, on which the bright light flowed, and the flare patterns were complex, saying that it was a heavenly fairy sword, I am afraid that it was nothing more than that.

It is the culmination of Taoist martial arts, paying attention to the circle of Tai Chi, which is endless, and the intention is not forceful.

With your own purity, block the enemy's edge!

Tai Chi True Martial Sword!

"Drink!"

The old Taoist priest looked up to the sky and drank, and the illusory real martial sword in his hand, which was several zhang long, slashed out the first sword upwards against the thousands of arrows that rained down on the sky!

The sword light waved, and the oncoming rain of arrows all broke off at the waist, and fell on the road of the long street.

One blow to make a contribution, its momentum is unforgiving!

Immediately followed by the second sword that Zhang Sanfeng slashed out at the thousands of elite Mongolian soldiers who headed down!

The sword was pointed downward, turning into illusion.

But every Mongolian soldier who was swept away by the qi machine turned into this sword spat out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured on the ground.

Thousands of Mongol soldiers, without exception, all had a bloody mark on their chests.

The wound left by this blood mark was only a trace away from touching the lifeblood of the heart!

Under the true martial sword, don't cut the soul!

But if you don't know what to do, come forward and stop it!

Today's capital is where they are buried!