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Accidentally!

Astound!

And there is nothing to do!

This is the current situation of the Xiangyang War.

No one expected that this should have been a tragic siege battle that shook the world and cried ghosts and gods, but it was indeed under Yue Yuan's actions that the siege battle turned into a melee between masters.

Sonic Gong is worthy of being a martial art of mass destruction, and in a certain respect, it is worth cracking down hard and prohibiting.

Otherwise, Xiangyang City is good at sound wave skills, everyone stands in their own directions, enough to roar the besiegers to death, but unfortunately this idea can only be a personal imagination after all. The monks of Shaolin Temple pay attention to compassion, even if someone can use the lion roar, but they will not use it like this.

In this world, there are too many pedantic monks after all.

At present, among the masters of the rivers and lakes who defend the city in Xiangyang City, he is the only one who can roar the lion, and the monk is extremely rare.

On the contrary, the Taoist priests fell a lot in the defense of Xiangyang City one after another.

With the moat as the boundary, the masters of both sides finally converged here, and then began to melee with each other. The Mongolian side wants to take Yue Yuan, and the people here in Xiangyang will naturally not stand idly by, Guo Jing and Huang Rong and his wife went out, Yang Guo also made a move, and even the other people who came here from the mountain also made a move.

So that on the city wall are just ordinary soldiers, and the juniors such as Chuanying, Guo Xiang and Guo Poyu, and other ordinary people with ordinary martial arts are also guarding it and not going down.

Boom!

The energy is soaring, stirring up mud and dust.

The eighteen palms of the dragon descended and the three major scattered moves of the heavenly demon strike.

The fierce force brought up bursts of dragon groans, and directly and forcefully broke the volley blow of the night terror, and the strong wind that came to the face made people's eyes squint slightly. Bi Ye was surprised and shocked.

The confrontation between masters is not only due to the skill of each other, but also the influence of environment and momentum.

In front of Bi Yejing's eyes, Guo Jing is a peculiar master.

The skill is not bad.

The location is not a big deal.

Even in terms of talent and wit, Guo Jing is not very good at all, just ordinary.

But such a person is the most famous hero in the world, except for the death of the previous beggar gang leader Hong Qigong. There are only a few people in the world who can pat their chests and say that they are heroes, but Guo Jing and Yang Guoweng's son-in-law can, especially Guo Jing.

The eighteen palms of dragon descent are not very subtle martial arts, but this martial art is in the hands of a man who can be called a hero, and the combat power is enough to be called the most fierce palm technique in the world.

Momentum!

Indomitable, with a momentum of no regrets!

With the ability to guard Xiangyang for decades, and the enthusiasm that is full of enthusiasm. Guo Jing can be described as extremely strong at this moment. In Bi Yejing's eyes, he seemed to have returned to the moment when he first met Yue Yuan, unable to repay, and was oppressed alive.

Even......

Compared with Yue Yuan, in the eyes of Bi Ye Terror, Guo Jing is already outrageously strong.

He is not as unfathomable as Yue Yuan. But even the measurable point is to play invincible.

In other words, the eighteen palms of the dragon descending are momentum! This move looks ordinary, but it is not so in the eyes of Bi Ye Terror, and every move and style forces Bi Ye Terror to have to take it hard.

Bang!

The two sides handed over again, and there was a vigorous crackling sound.

The night terror and then retreat.

Several footprints have already been taken.

"Guo Jing!"

The finger bones creaked, and Bi Ye knew that he had already been injured after connecting the other party's extreme momentum. In a dull ache. Bi Ye Terror could only forcibly hold back, but he was already angry at Guo Jing in his heart.

In the face of Bi Ye Terror's words, Guo Jing did not say a word, and a pair of fleshy palms were unforgiving and slapped directly towards Bi Ye Terror. In the battle just now, Guo Jing had already seen from the opponent's moves and appearance that the other party should be a person from the Great Song Dynasty, but he was acting for the tiger and became a lackey of Mongolia.

His heart is disdainful!

It's indignation!

Guo Jing knew that he was facing a large army of Mongolia. If the army that came to the rescue did not arrive on time, or was blocked halfway, then Xiangyang would be really dangerous this time. And the current approach of Dao Gongzi Yue Yuan made him see a glimmer of light.

Therefore, Guo Jing stopped Bi Ye Terror, who wanted to sneak attack, Yang Guo stopped Si Hanfei, and Huang Rong and the other masters blocked other masters in Mongolia.

The only one left was the Dao Gongzi Yue Yuan, who faced the Demon Sect Meng Chixing.

……

Roar!

The bell rings. Lion's roar.

The two resonances, combined with the two, produce a power that has to be impressive.

Even if it is the Demon Sect Meng Chixing, if it is head-on. I will also be dizzy from the shock, and my ears will be buzzing all the time.

Therefore, Meng Chixing's only task at the moment was to break the big bell in the hand of the Supreme Grandmaster in front of him.

"Brother Ling!"

"You are a top master, but you use such exercises to bully some ordinary people, don't you think it's too embarrassing?"

The black sleeves were already a little torn, which was the shock that had just been shattered after he received Yue Yuan's first sonic wave gong with his bare hands. Although he Meng Chixing has the ability to turn spirit into substance, he has no way to stop the spread of sound.

Here, Meng Chixing's own exercises seemed to be somewhat restrained.

In other words, in the face of a person who is afraid of martial arts that can shatter the void with just one step, he is afraid that everyone will feel that he is restrained.

In Meng Chixing's eyes, the affairs of ordinary people were already a little far away from him, and all he asked for was the legendary broken void.

But because of his family, Meng Chixing is also the patron saint of Mongolia.

"Huh!"

Hearing this, he smiled dumbly, but because his mouth was still facing the big bell, the sound was extraordinarily loud. The blue and white robes are no longer as blue and white as before, no matter what, the battlefield is still a battlefield, this is not a duel between the two, you can pay attention to the clothing.

Here, Yue Yuan's blue and white robe already had a lot of blood stains on it. This blood is not your own, but the blood of those soldiers who were shocked to death by life. And Meng Chixing didn't have the calm and indifference he had at the beginning, his two sleeves were broken, and his ears were still a little buzzing, making his voice much louder than usual when he spoke.

"Since you are not far from that step, why are you involved in this mundane thing?"

The large bell in his hand rested on the corpse on the ground, and the body of the bell was already covered with scratches. There is also blood, leaning on the big bell, Yue Yuan's eyes fell on Meng Chixing's body, as for the fight of other people around him, it was not stored in the hearts of the two at all at this moment.

Even if Yue Yuan had the idea of strolling, he still couldn't help but help guard Xiangyang at this moment.

After all, he is still a human, not an immortal.

Even if he has the same swordsmanship, it is called Flying Immortals Outside the Sky. It will make countless people think that it is a god.

And the arrogance of the Mengchi pedestrian can also be seen, but in the end he is working hard for the great cause of Mongolia, although he will not make a move under normal circumstances, but at some times he also intervenes in it, just like in front of him.

“……”

Listened to Yue Yuan's rhetorical question. Meng Chixing pondered for a long time, but did not answer.

But for Yue Yuan, silence is the best answer.

Either kill Meng Chixing and Si Hanfei here, cut off the way for Mongolia to go south, and make Mongolia internal strife, you must know that Kublai Khan's position is not so stable. Once. Si Hanfei and Meng Chixing died here, so they could give Da Song the greatest respite.

Even, it is not impossible to be able to come back to life.

His gaze wandered, Yue Yuan took a deep breath, and had already decided in his heart, either to kill the two of them at a great price here, or to wait for the opening of the Shocking Wild Goose Palace and lock the other party in the Shocking Wild Goose Palace.

The decision has been made. The big bell in his hand was already on the ground.

No matter how powerful the lion's roar is, it can't have great lethality against the top masters, even if it borrows the big bell to expand its power. At most, it will only cause trouble to the other party, and it will make people's ears hear clearly and buzz.

But if you want to kill the top masters, the lion's roar is not enough.

Stretch out your right hand and clench your fist into a claw. It's a volley.

Hum -

With a crisp sound, a long sword that fell to the ground at random was sucked up by Yue Yuan and fell into his palm.

The sword was not a soldier's weapon, but the sword of the dead master of both sides that had just been handed over.

The sword has a spike on it.

Longsword style. It is the sword appearance of a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

The long sword was across his chest, and Yue Yuan's gaze stayed on the sword.

The long sword is only made of stainless steel, but it is far inferior to the sword of the moon. It's just that although it doesn't fit a little well, it's enough to kill people.

Tenderness is like water, if he looks at "qingren", his left hand gently slides over the sword body with the fingers of the sword, and suddenly the buzzing tremor becomes more and more obvious.

Seeing this, Meng Chixing, who was a few feet away, couldn't help but stare in his eyes, he knew that the other party was about to make a move.

Supreme Grandmaster, Ling Donglai.

It is famous for its swordsmanship.

Breaking hard work, suppressing night terrors, are all swordsmanship.

Only swordsmanship may be the opponent's most powerful move.

"Huh!"

After a chuckle, Meng Chixing's skills also started in a hurry, and the pair of black pupils were bright and piercing even in the daytime. Unconsciously, Meng Chixing's surroundings began to change, and the wind blowing from unknown directions swept up his broken sleeves, faintly forming circles around people.

At the same time.

The other people who were fighting also faintly felt the change.

The peak duel of the top masters will inexplicably produce a kind of pressure. Even Guo Jing, who had displayed his invincible spirit with the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, sensed this indescribable sense of oppression.

So when the confrontation came, everyone had already unconsciously retreated to both sides.

Roar -

However, at this moment, there were faint bursts of dragon and lion roars in the air.

It's like the previous sound.

It's just that in comparison, it seems that because of the distance, the voice is much lower, and it doesn't have the terrifying lethality of the past. But this still attracted the attention of others, whether it was good or evil, or the hostile sides, the eyes of the masters turned out to be looking at Yue Yuan who was standing in the center.

That's where the voice came.

“……”

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and Yue Yuan was naturally clear, but at this time, while his face was solemn, Yue Yuan also wanted to open his mouth to explain-this voice was definitely not my roar!

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