The parallel world of the Great Song Dynasty, the grassland, in the military tent of the Song army.

"What?! National teacher, you have to go to the battlefield in person! ”

Wang Jian, the commander of the Song Army, was full of horror and tried his best to dissuade Zhang Sanfeng: "National teacher, there are countless stray arrows and bullets on this battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly, you may be in danger!" ”

Wang Jian is a general raised by Zhang Sanfeng, and he is responsible for leading the army to meet the attack this time when the Mongolian Great Khan Wokotai is personally driving.

In the history of Gu Yunze's world, Wang Jian was a very good general, when he led the army to protect the Diaoyu City, the Great Khan Meng Ge led the army to attack the city, and he couldn't attack it for a long time, and finally died in this war.

There are different theories about the specific cause of death, some say that he was seriously injured and died after being killed by a shell, some say that the arrow wound he sustained during the attack on Hezhou recurred in Diaoyu City and did not survive to die, and some say that he fell into the water and died.

But in any case, it is widely recognized that Meng Ge died in the Diaoyu City, which Wang defended.

In the world of the Condor Heroes, according to the original plot, it should be Yang Guo who killed Meng Ge, but this time when Meng Ge died, Yang Guo was still practicing hard in the ancient tomb for his future happiness.

In this world, Meng Ge died in the battle of Shanhaiguan before he had time to become the Great Khan, and it just so happened that the person who led the Song army to defend the city at that time was Wang Jian.

Regardless of whether he was a Great Khan or not, Meng Ge still couldn't escape Wang Jian after all.

It has been nearly three months since Wang Jian led the army to meet the Mongol army in Ögedai here, and the battle situation has become clearer and clearer.

As a result, he couldn't have imagined that the national teacher, who had only just followed the army and had never been on the battlefield, suddenly proposed to go to the battlefield, Wang Jian was stunned at the time, and immediately refused.

"The general doesn't have to worry," Zhang Sanfeng smiled and comforted Wang Jian, "Poor Dao has practiced martial arts for many years, and he has studied Taoist classics quite a bit, so he thinks that his martial arts are acceptable, and he will not be accidentally injured by stray arrows and stray bullets on the battlefield." ”

Wang Jian: ......

Is this something that your martial arts are not yet acceptable?!

Wang Jian felt that his head was very painful, in all fairness, he definitely didn't want this national teacher who had promoted himself to the current level to go to the battlefield.

Although he also believed that the national teacher would not be injured, he really did not want to take such a meaningless and necessary risk.

Yu Gong, if the emperor knew that he had sent the noble national teacher to the battlefield where the two armies faced each other, then his general might have to come to an end.

Wang Jian opened his mouth and wanted to persuade again, but as soon as Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, Zhenqi shot the musket leaning on the corner of the Chinese army's tent to a place in front of him that was more than half a foot away, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng's true qi wrapped around the musket and rolled the trigger.

"Bang ——!"

In the dull sound of gunpowder explosion, the bullet whirled and whirled, tearing the air, aiming directly at Zhang Sanfeng's chest, but it suddenly stopped a few feet in front of him.

Wang Jian: !!

Zhang Sanfeng then fired several more shots, but the bullet still stopped a few feet in front of him.

Zhang Sanfeng covered the entire Chinese military tent with his true anger, so he didn't have to worry that the gunshots would reach the outside of the Chinese military tent and cause unnecessary chaos.

"General, you see, Poor Dao will not be injured by musket bullets," Zhang Sanfeng put the musket back in its place, "The general doesn't have to worry about the safety of Poor Dao. ”

Wang Jian: ......

He really can't think of anything else to say now except "the national teacher is really a god and a man".

……

Zhang Sanfeng knew reason, moved with emotion, and finally succeeded in convincing Wang Jian.

He could ignore Wang Jian, the commander, and act on his own, but the consequence of this was that with his identity, suddenly appearing on the battlefield during the battle would inevitably cause a riot in the Song army.

Wang Jian needs to send someone to protect him, and temporarily changing the battle for his situation is likely to cause a significant increase in the casualties of the Song army, which is not what Zhang Sanfeng wants to see, it is better to discuss it with the coach Wang Jian in advance.

Zhang Sanfeng specially left Emperor Shakti, and Emperor Shakti did not disappoint him, and tried his best to increase the casualties of the Mongol army, and even his own martial arts masters' subordinates were sacrificed by him, greatly helping the Song army.

……

On the battlefield of the Song and Mongolian armies.

The Song army fought all the way to the grassland, although it suffered some losses due to the terrain, but then built temporary walls and trenches on the grassland.

Although the Mongol army was familiar with the terrain, it was difficult for them to take advantage of the overwhelming advantage.

On the contrary, the Song army, which had a large number of firearms, suppressed the Mongol army with a longer range and power, and coupled with the timely pit of Emperor Shakti, the Mongol army suffered heavy losses.

Today, the two sides are fighting again, but the Mongol army, which has always been ferocious, is now obviously no longer willing to fight.

Among the two armies, Zhang Sanfeng, who was dressed in a cyan robe, and Emperor Shatian, who was in a black shirt, looked at each other from a distance.

Strictly speaking, this was their first meeting, although they had already been aware of each other's presence.

"This seat, Shakti!"

The hoarse voice of the Emperor Shakti spread through half of the battlefield with the blessing of profound skill, and some of the soldiers who were fighting were affected, and those who were distracted were directly killed by the enemy army.

"Poor Dao, Zhang Sanfeng."

Zhang Sanfeng's voice was flat, but it seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

"This seat calculated the heavenly machine many years ago, and knew that there would be a catastrophe today, it seems that it is Your Excellency!"

"I don't understand this poor way, how can you be sure that the poor road must be your calamity?"

"Hehe......" Emperor Shakti sneered, "If Your Excellency hadn't come for this seat, how could you have been tracking down the whereabouts of this seat for many years......"

"So in order to guard against poverty, Daoist friends do not hesitate to provoke wars and improve their skills with their lives?"

"It's just some barbarians, they die when they die, and it's their honor to be able to help this seat practice!"

The two did not deliberately hide their voices, but used the official dialect of the Great Song Dynasty, and some people in the Mongolian army who knew the official dialect of the Great Song Dynasty looked at the eyes of Emperor Shakti, a great teacher, full of incredulity.

"Your Excellency calls yourself Zhang Sanfeng, right?" Emperor Shakti raised his palms, completely ignoring the Mongolian generals who were staring at him, the cold air between his palms had completely turned a terrifying blood, "This seat will give you a good tombstone!" ”

Shakti stood in the center of the Mongol army, with him as the center, a large area of blood mist rose from the battlefield, and some of the blood mist turned into substantial blood-colored blades, and began to harvest the lives within the range indiscriminately, and new blood mist poured out from the Mongol soldiers who fell to the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng's true qi surged, and the yin and yang double fish pendant turned from real to virtual, turning into a huge Taiji diagram visible to the naked eye, covering most of the battlefield and protecting the Song army.

Emperor Shakti's body was surrounded by hundreds of zhang of blood mist, and Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji diagram was magnificent, and the two stood opposite each other, which was really a bit like practicing martial arts.

Song Jun looked at Zhang Sanfeng's eyes like a god descending to earth, and in the Taiji diagram, they suddenly felt that they were light and healthy, and their five senses were clear.

On the other hand, on the side of Emperor Shakti, the entire Mongol army was constantly crying in fear, and a large number of them turned into the power of Emperor Shakti.

"Almost......" Shakti's voice was hidden in the blood mist, hoarse and evil.

Suddenly, a large area of blood mist contracted, and gradually condensed into a hideous and ferocious blood-colored figure dozens of feet tall on the periphery of Emperor Shakti's body, and the figure was as if it was made of blood, exuding a rich bloody aura, like a blood demon.

"Die!"

Although I don't know why Zhang Sanfeng didn't stop him, Emperor Shakti, who had absorbed the lives of tens of thousands of Mongolian and Great Song soldiers over the years, felt that he was invincible.

He and Zhang Sanfeng were originally in the two armies, separated by a long distance, but with a slight step under the feet of Emperor Shakti, who had incarnated as a blood demon, he had already rushed into Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji diagram with a brutal momentum, bringing a large area of evil wind.

The Emperor Shakti in the Taiji diagram swelled infinitely, and he longed to slap Zhang Sanfeng to death with one palm, in order to relieve his hatred for years of fearful and reckless cultivation of demonic skills in order to deal with the calamity.

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly appeared without warning in front of Emperor Shakti, who had incarnated as a blood demon, and held a hideous blood-colored blade in his hand that was completely incommensurate with his image.

Emperor Shakti's claws were raised high, and in front of the huge blood magic body, Zhang Sanfeng was like an ant, and he was about to completely kill Zhang Sanfeng with this implicit full blow.

If at this time, he can fight again with Dugu Qiu, who defeated him decades ago, he is completely sure to kill him with one move!

Zhang Sanfeng held the blood blade in his hand, and his mind was connected to the Taiji diagram under his body, and a considerable part of the Dharma body that had been transformed by the blood mist gaze around Emperor Shakti was suddenly purified into aura, revealing the Emperor Shakti who looked confused and doubted his life inside.

The next moment, the residual blood mist was absorbed by the blood blade in Zhang Sanfeng's hand, and the blood blade was raised high, pointing directly at the emperor who was difficult to move.

Shakti: ......

The blood blade fell, and the life of the emperor was wiped out in an instant, and he fell downward to the ground, and the ice mask on his face was shattered as he hit the ground first.

Zhang Sanfeng regained the blood blade, and his eyes fell on the gray "Return" option on the mission panel.

At his feet, the shattered mask revealed a young face covered in hideous blood.