"No, I'm going to kill with you." Guo Fu refused.

"Nonsense!"

Guo Jing killed a few soldiers, clicked her acupoint, and Huang Rong each grabbed her shoulder and threw her to the city.

At this time, Kunjun also remembered something, took out the banner of King Kublai Khan and gave it to Guo Jing, and said: "Guo Daxia, this is what Zhou Botong's predecessor asked me to transfer to you." ”

"Hahaha......"

Guo Jing laughed and said: "My righteous brother plays the world all day long, but I didn't expect to do something serious this time." ”

As he spoke, he threw the king's banner to the soldiers at the head of the city and hung it up.

"Kublai Khan! Your king's flag has been confiscated by me, and there is still a face war? Still not quitting the army? ......" Guo Jing shouted into the depths of the Mongol army.

Kublai Khan on the high platform looked fixedly. Sure enough, the royal flag he lost was hung on the city wall by the other party at will, and from time to time a few beggars helped disciples wipe their hands and spit on it.

"Damn it!" Kublai Khan's face turned blue with anger, and his eyes widened with anger.

"The prince is angry, and when he breaks through Xiangyang, he will cut them with a thousand knives." A bearded lama said beside him. He was tall and thin with a five-colored gear in his hand, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

"Hmph, attack with all your might!" Kublai Khan ordered.

The soldier received the order and rushed forward like a moth to a fire.

There are still some people outside the city, Guo Jingkunjun's pressure has doubled, and he continues to play the eighteen palms of the dragon, like a double dragon gathering, unstoppable.

Huang Rong is surrounded by stick shadows, and the method of beating dogs and sticks is unparalleled in the world, and the Mongolian soldiers fell in pieces wherever she passed.

An old man used his fingers to point out red beams of light one after another, and each beam could penetrate the bodies of several soldiers, so it wasn't scary!

There is also a teacher who uses a large brush as a weapon, and can kill enemies at will.

When Kun Jun saw these two people, he remembered Wu Santong and Zhu Ziliu, two disciples of Master Yideng,

All the masters went all out, used what they had learned, fought bravely to kill the enemy, and never let a single Mongolian soldier set foot in Xiangyang.

"Hmph, just because you also want to covet my Great Song territory, kill!" At this time, a cold voice reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked up and saw a young man slowly falling from the sky. His blood-red clothes were so striking that they were dripping blood. Even his hair was tied up high with red silk.

There was no expression in his handsome face, but everyone felt the cold murderous aura in his eyes.

Who is he?

"Kill!"

Seeing that he was about to land, the Mongol soldiers turned their weapons at him.

But the man in red was not afraid at all, drew a red long sword, and then turned gracefully in a circle, but his sword was not elegant. I saw a flash of red light, and the heads of dozens of Mongolian soldiers were thrown high, and their heads were in different places!

The soldier next to him was stunned for a few seconds, and then rushed towards him in another swarm.

Can't so many people kill you?

The soldiers didn't believe it!

The red-clothed swordsman was still expressionless, and his cold and ruthless eyes didn't seem to have these soldiers.

He strolled leisurely towards the city gates, and at the same time brandished his long sword at will, and saw the soldiers fall in pieces!

A red-clothed swordsman wielded a red sword aura, and red blood was sprinkled around him, and the stumps were severed all over the ground.

Seeing this bloody scene, the soldiers began to tremble.

He walked very slowly, but the blood quickly stained the ground around him red, redder than his bloody clothes!

The red sunset reflected behind him, making him look like a killing god coming from a sea of blood.

Soldiers, who is not afraid?!

Even Guo Jing and the others were stunned when they saw it, who is this killing god? But I don't have time to think about it now, since he is willing to help, he is a friend for the time being.

Only Kun Jun frowned slightly, this look, this red sword light, was actually a little familiar......

The deterrent power of the red-clothed swordsman is great, but the military order is like a mountain, who dares to retreat among the soldiers!?

Seeing the Mongol soldiers rushing over again, the red-clothed swordsman finally showed a mocking smile.

He still walked slowly, but the sword in his hand swung faster.

The soldiers fell faster, covering their wounds and screaming, rolling all over the ground!

By the time he approached the gate, ten minutes had passed. I don't know how many corpses, how many mutilated bodies, how many severed limbs there are behind him, it's like hell, it's terrible!

When Kublai Khan saw this man, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water. When the report was received, the army's plan to drive the people into the city failed, and he was so angry that he cut off the soldier's head with a knife, and said hatefully: "It's Guo Jing again!" ”

"The prince is angry."

The lama with the five-colored wheel in his hand comforted: "It's better to withdraw the army first, and then find a way to get rid of Guo Jing when you go back." ”

Kublai Khan gritted his teeth and was silent for a long time before he ordered: "Retreat!" ”。

Seeing the Mongolian soldiers retreating, Guo Jing and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the red-clothed swordsman not far away, Kun Jun was curious if he was the man in black last night, and if he was the bloodsucking killer.

Last night, the man covered his face, and the moonlight was hazy, but it looked a little similar from the swordsmanship in his eyes, and when the third girl arrived, the man had already fled. So now it's just doubt, and no one says to go, so we can only wait and see what happens.

Guo Jing naturally noticed him and was about to pass over, but at this time, someone had already run in front of him.

Kun Jun saw that it was the old man who used a yang finger.

The old man came to the red-clothed swordsman, looked at him with trembling lips for a long time, and finally burst into tears with excitement, and asked, "Are you ...... Revision? ”

The red-clothed swordsman was still expressionless, but there was warmth in his eyes. With his index finger as a sword, he pointed to the ground, and a red light shot out.

One Yang Finger!

The old man had already confirmed, hugged her and was so excited that he said in a trembling voice: "Xiuwen, it's really you, my son......"

"Dad, are you okay?" Wu Xiuwen also hugged him and asked.

"Good...... Good...... Good...... Daddy was nice."

Wu Santong looked at him, couldn't stop crying, and said: "At that time, you were knocked off the cliff by Li Mochou, I thought you were ...... It's good to be back, it's good to be back. ”

At this time, a person who looked somewhat similar to Wu Xiuwen also ran over and said happily: "Brother, it's really you!" ”

"Brother......

Wu Xiuwen hugged him for a while and then asked, "What about my mother?" ”

Wu Santong and Wu Dunru's faces sank when they heard this.

Wu Santong said gloomily: "After you were knocked off the cliff by Li Mochou back then, I also fell into her Ice Spirit Silver Needle, and your mother wanted to save me...... Dead ......"

Wu Xiuwen's eyes were filled with a cold murderous aura, and he said sharply: "Li Mochou, I will kill her sooner or later!" ”

"Well done! Li Mochou will ask her to pay for her life sooner or later. ”

Guo Jingguo patted him on the shoulder and said: "Today, your father and son are rarely reunited, and they have made great contributions to the town of Xiangyang, let's go back and talk about ......."

As he spoke, he beckoned them to go into the city.

Kunjun walked at the back, his brow furrowed even deeper.

How could this person be Wu Xiuwen?!

In the original book, Wu Xiuwen is the same as his brother, worships Guo Jing as a teacher, but his qualifications are mediocre, and he knows that he turns behind Guo Fu all day long, and compared with Yang Guo, he is a waste material if he doesn't sound good.

Thinking of Yang Guo, Kun Jun smiled again......

Ay! …… Kun Jun sighed heavily in his heart, hoping that this Wu Xiuwen was not the bloodsucking killer, otherwise......