The mood of the Mongolian general was a little complicated, these two were the bravest and strongest warriors in the Mongolian tribe, but they only won one game, and they were all killed by the other party's men.

In the end, he made a decision, dismounted and walked to a palanquin in the center of the army, asked the people inside, and then went to another smaller sedan chair, respectfully inviting the people inside.

I saw a white-haired monk come out, he had a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and the monk's robe was not a single yellow or red, but some bells and whistles, and the images of devils and goblins were painted on it.

As he walked to the front of the formation, Chen Ziang felt a familiar aura, very similar to the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

The strength of this old man is not weaker than that of the Golden Wheel Dharma King!

"Have any of you seen my apprentice?" He spoke, his voice somewhat ethereal.

"Who are you?" Guo Jing frowned and asked.

"Golden Wheel..."

Chen Ziang smiled calmly and said, "I saw him in a bamboo forest, but when I came out, he and his apprentices and subordinates stayed there forever."

"So you killed my apprentice! Come on."

He held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and rushed towards Chen Ziang, his momentum was really like a tiger.

Chen Ziang also rushed out, and slapped his palm against the old monk's palm, without the slightest timidity.

"Bang!!" "Bang!!" "Bang!!"

A series of triple explosions sounded, and dust flew up all around the two of them, making it impossible to see the situation inside for a moment.

"Your internal strength is so deep!!" The old monk was a little surprised, he had been practicing for decades before he had today's strength, this young man was only in his early twenties, and he was able to compete with himself.

"If you have that ability, I'm afraid you have to go back and continue to eat fasting and chanting Buddha, don't come out and drip these muddy waters" Chen Ziang smiled evilly, and a force blessed the Dao arm again, and passed it to the palm.

Just now with this old monk's palm, he still retains three points of strength!

At this moment, under the full force of his efforts, the old monk was not an opponent at all, and flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Your dragon elephant has only only only practiced to the same level as the Golden Wheel, so you dare to fight, but I don't know that the Golden Wheel is no longer my opponent?" Chen Ziang scoffed.

In fact, it's not that this old monk's cultivation is not enough, but his talent is just like that, and the Golden Wheel is a rare genius in Tantra for hundreds of years, and he has already cultivated the Dragon Elephant Bo Ruogong to the ninth layer before he reaches old age!

There are a total of thirteen layers of Dragon Elephant Bo Ruogong, ordinary people are already great when they reach the eighth layer in their lifetime, and those who reach the ninth layer are those with transcendent qualifications, and it is even more difficult to reach the tenth layer, but in the later stage of the Condor, King Jinlun returned to Mongolia to retreat and practice after the defeat, and he also broke through to the tenth layer.

Only the last three layers require a lot of time to cultivate, and legend has it that if someone can live to a thousand years old, it is possible to reach the thirteenth layer of the realm.

Chen Zi Angguang has already comprehended the essence of this exercise by virtue of his experience in fighting with the Golden Wheel Dharma King several times, and during the time of the Sword Shrine, in addition to cultivating the Jade, the Female Heart Sutra and the Nine Yin True Sutra, he will occasionally practice this exercise when he has time to do so, and he has reached the seventh layer at this moment.

The old monk was not reconciled, and continued to get up and wanted to face Chen Ziang, Chen Ziang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the internal force quickly ran to his arm, and he waved an extremely strong palm.

"Kanglong has regrets!"

"Roar!!"

A dragon's roar sounded as Chen Ziang swung out, and the dragon's majestic and sacred voice echoed in everyone's ears, not half false.

The old monk flew out without the strength to parry, his eyes were sluggish, and there was no time.

Chen Ziang flew out seven more flying knives, flying towards the Mongolian general in a seven-star alignment, and at this moment, without the protection of Ulihan, the general was shot without the slightest suspense, and fell weakly on the horse's back.

"Exorcise the Tartar humiliation and defend my Great Song! Guys, follow me and kill! Chen Ziang shouted, summoning the fierce man to rush over in the lead.

"Kill !!"

Seeing that the leaders of the Martial Arts Alliance took the lead in the charge, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, the disciples of the Beggar Gang, and a series of people from the rivers and lakes rushed out first, but the officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty were one step slower.

The Mongols could only passively meet the enemy, because their real leader had not given the order to retreat, and they could not retreat!

Chen Ziang held the sword of Yitian and harvested the lives of the Mongolian soldiers like a god, but the situation is still not optimistic, the combat effectiveness of those Mongolian soldiers is unexpectedly strong, and the ordinary Song soldiers are not a strong Mongolian opponent, only the people in the martial arts can resist a little.

And after the battle began, seven more old monks rushed out of the seven palanquins, all of them were the senior brothers of the dead old monk, and each of them was stronger than the dead old monk.

Chen Ziang, Qiu Qianren, Guo Jing, and Yideng each faced an old monk, while the other three old monks slaughtered other Central Plains martial arts masters on the battlefield like loaches.

Chen Ziang gritted his teeth and fought with the white-eyed old monk in front of him, but his mind was all on the surrounding battle situation, and if he consumed the Central Plains martial arts like this, he would definitely lose!

But the dragon elephant Bo Ruogong of the old monk in front of him has already reached the tenth level, and like the realm of the Golden Wheel Dharma King in the middle and late stages of the Condor Heroes, Chen Ziang can only barely fight with him now.

"Don't be distracted during the battle," the old monk said with a smile.

"I didn't expect you to have so many Tibetan tantric masters! I underestimated you," Chen Ziang sighed.

He knew that there must be a master in Mongolia who killed the Golden Wheel Dharma King, and sure enough, so many old monks came out, and each of them was not weak.

An old monk who was killing martial arts masters saw that Guo Jing couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to sneak attack behind him.

Just as he was about to attack, suddenly a supreme force and a dragon roar resounded through the sky from behind him, and he looked back and saw a golden dragon crashing towards him.

"Master!" Guo Jing turned around excitedly, and found that the person who came was actually Hong Qigong, before he asked the people of the beggar gang to contact him and let him come over when the decisive battle, but the people of the beggar gang couldn't contact this old gang leader who couldn't see the head and the end of the dragon, but he didn't expect him to appear at this moment.

"Drinking and making mistakes, drinking and making mistakes" Hong Qigong shook his head, and slapped at the old monk one after another, and the old monk couldn't hold on to it after three palms, and twisted his neck and went to the Western Heaven Elysium.

Seeing that Hong Qigong was coming, Chen Ziang was full of confidence, and devoted himself to the duel with the old monk in front of him.

The tide of the battle gradually turned around.