Yang Guo led a group of his brothers from outside the city to the city wall, lifted his spirit, ran to the city wall, found a relatively dark and remote corner, and climbed up the city with light skills.

Silently climbing along the city wall to the mouth of the city wall, he spotted the gap in the patrol soldiers and quietly jumped into the city wall.

After Yang crossed the city wall, the people behind him jumped up one after another.

The 100 people he brought, the lowest martial arts are at the peak level of second-rate masters, the twelve righteous and all the classics in the body, and the knife skills, light skills, and fist and foot kung fu are all extremely proficient.

Therefore, although there are Mongolian elite soldiers patrolling around with torches on the city wall, how fast is the light work of Yang Guo and his party, even if these Mongolian soldiers are elite, they are just ordinary people, how can they find out.

After climbing over the city wall, according to the original plan, their group dispersed, going east, west, north and south.

At this moment, Nanyang City has already implemented a curfew, and those who dare to move around will be killed on the spot if they are touched by patrolling soldiers.

On the street, there is still the smell of blood that has not dissipated, if it weren't for Yang Guo's five senses, he wouldn't have noticed it at all, and it is not difficult to guess that the Mongols captured this city with some kind of gentle means.

The killing brought by the alien invasion is always the most terrible catastrophe, and the city of Nanyang is broken, and I don't know how many Han people have died.

You know, what the Mongols like to do most is to slaughter cities!

Now Nanyang City has become a place for the Mongols to invade the south, and the Han people in the city have already been killed, even after a long time, the smell of blood in the air has not yet dissipated.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Guoqiang suppressed the restless and bloody killing intent in his body.

He walked like a shadow to the north of the city, speeding through one street after another, followed by a dozen or so people, and in a short time, a military camp appeared in front of them.

Hiding in the shadows, Yang Guo gestured to communicate with his teammates, and finally, with a wave of his hand, everyone scattered in all directions, each looking for a target.

Yang Guo waited patiently for a short while, found a vacancy, quietly sneaked into the barracks, and entered a tent without a sound.

It was a small tent, and there were twenty or so Mongolian soldiers lying in it, who were sleeping soundly, and they did not realize that there was an additional figure in the tent.

Yang Guo's eyes flashed, and he quietly squatted down, covering the mouth and nose of a Mongolian soldier with one hand, and took out a dagger from his back waist with the other, quietly cutting his throat.

"Hmm...."

The Mongol soldier was asleep, and he died quietly before he could even scream at night when he thought of being attacked by night.

Concocted as it is, one, two, three... In less than ten breaths, all the soldiers in the entire tent were killed, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

After seeing that there was no one outside, Yang Guo quickly ran out and slipped into the second tent, still cutting the throats of the Mongolian soldiers one by one.

When one tent is finished, go to the next.

Half an hour later, the entire barracks were slaughtered with sleeping soldiers.

At this time, the fire in the east of the city was blazing, and the whining horn sounded, accompanied by the shouting "The water is gone, come and put out the fire!" The Mongolian word for whining.

After Yang Guo gathered more than ten team members in the same group, he came to the agreed place and waited for the return of the other team members.

After a while, more than 60 members of the four teams returned one after another, but the last team was still delayed.

Just when Yang Guo was waiting anxiously, he saw Ma San, the captain of the sixth team, rushing over, with blood stains in his mouth, he saw Yang Guo and the others from a distance, so he shouted: "Captain, go quickly, the brothers are dead, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King is chasing after him." ”

It turned out that the mission of the members of the sixth team this time was to find out where the commander of the army was and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him.

Who knows, Kublai Khan, the commander of the army, is the general of the army at the banquet, and he praised and comforted King Jinlun and others.

If it was just a Mongolian general, then Ma San and the others would definitely be able to complete the assassination mission, who expected to meet the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Yin Kexi, Ma Guangzuo, Nemo Xing and other masters present.

As soon as Ma San and the others approached the tent, they were discovered by the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and under the siege of the four of them, Ma San's team killed five people on the spot, and in the process of chasing and escaping, only Ma San escaped, and the rest were all wiped out.

After listening to Ma San's story, Yang Guo couldn't suppress the killing intent in his eyes anymore, and roared: "Brothers, avenge the dead brothers and wash the Mongols in blood!" ”

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was suddenly heard, and dozens of horsemen galloped to the front, and the first one was a young man in his twenties, riding a tall horse, heroic and extraordinary, and the four kings of the Golden Wheel were guarding both sides, so that people could know at a glance that the young man was not small.

King Jinlun said loudly: "Who is so bold in my Dao, it turns out that you southerners, hum, dare to come to assassinate the king and kill the driver, but there is a bit of courage." ”

Yang Guo pulled out the long sword on his back, strode forward, and roared angrily: "Less nonsense, brothers, kill with me!" ”

Taught by Chen Hengzhi, Yang Guo is convinced that if you can do it, don't force it, and talk about it!

The sword light flashed, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King hurriedly shot back, he didn't expect this young man to know the rules so well, shouldn't doing things according to the process be everyone's mouth cannon for a while, and then a little higher, how can you do it as soon as you meet?

"Bang Bang!"

After receiving more than ten moves from Yang Guo, the Golden Wheel Dharma King only felt a pain in his chest, but the internal injury that was beaten by Guo Jing before had not yet recovered, and now it recurred.

Seeing this, Yang Guo was overjoyed and couldn't help but speed up his shot.

The sound of soldiers was everywhere, and the remaining team members formed a formation in groups of seven to meet the other three masters, which was the famous "Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation" of the Wudang faction.

"Poof!"

After fighting for hundreds of moves, the Golden Wheel Dharma King was powerless after all, and was beheaded by Yang Guo with a sword, fell to the ground, and bled all over the ground.

"Kill!"

Yang Guo saw that the team members and opponents were fighting equally, roared loudly, and rushed in the direction of the Mongolian generals.

When Kublai Khan saw that the highly regarded national teacher was killed like chopping melons and vegetables, his face changed greatly, he turned his horse's head and ran, and at the same time shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Hurry up and stop that southern barbarian!" ”

The faces of the generals who came with Kublai Khan changed greatly, they looked at each other, they all knew each other's plans, and dragged the enemy with their own lives, so as to earn a glimmer of life for Prince Kublai Khan.

In this way, their wives and children can have a good end.

They pulled out their scimitars, said something loudly, and rushed towards Yang Guo side by side.

It's a pity that the mantis arm is just a car.

The sword flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

After killing the miscellaneous soldiers who were in the way, Yang Guo looked at Kublai Khan who was only a shadow in the distance, the tip of his sword was raised, and a scimitar on the ground flew towards him quickly, as fast as a sharp arrow.

"Poof!"

In the distance, the figure fell from his horse.