Halfway up the mountain, the Seven Sons of Quanzhen and the others looked at the Mongolian army below that was like a torrent and was heading towards Mo Chen, their faces pale and bloodless.

An army of 30,000 is scattered at the foot of the mountain, and it is overwhelming as far as the eye can see, and there is no end in sight!

They couldn't even imagine how long they could last in the face of such a terrible torrent.

One breath, or two?

They don't know, because they never dared to imagine that there could be such crazy and terrible things in the world.

"Ahh Sun Buer saw that the Mongolian army was like a torrent of annihilation, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached five feet in front of Mo Chen, and he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly and let out an exclamation.

She really didn't dare to continue watching, for fear that the next scene would be the last thing she wanted to see.

At the foot of the South Mountain.

Mo Chen stood with his hands in his hands and walked forward slowly, as if he didn't see the torrent of Mongolian troops at all.

A gust of wind blew, bringing his robe and fluttering, as if he had been born into the world and became independent. The surrounding shouts shook the sky, and the sound of the army marching was like thunder, but it could not shake his mind at all.

In the blink of an eye, the Mongol army had reached two feet in front of him, and it was about to drown him.

Mo Chen looked around and slowly raised his right hand in front of him.

"Sonorous!"

The sound of the sword unsheathed echoed through the heavens and the earth, and the sound seemed to come from the sky, suppressing the thunderous footsteps and the shouts of the landslide and the earth.

Mo Chen's expression was cold, and his big hand clenched suddenly.

"Ahh

With his movements, the Mongolian soldiers with a radius of ten feet around him only felt that the blade in his hand seemed to have life, and suddenly broke free from his big hand

Then they saw countless blades flying into the sky, like a terrifying steel dragon, roaming over the army.

For a while, there was a dead silence at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

The Mongolian soldiers who had already arrived around Mo Chen looked at their empty right hands in a daze, and had not yet recovered from the loss of their blades.

And those warriors who were still far away from Mo Chen, looking at the steel dragon composed of countless swords above him, their faces were pale and bloodless, and their hearts were full of fear.

It's just that the hesitation of the Mongolian army did not stop Mo Chen's action at all.

With a flick of his index finger, the steel dragon composed of countless swords, like a terrifying primeval beast, attacked and killed the Mongol army below!

The sword breaks through the sky, and the cold shines on Kyushu!

In a dull wail, there was no longer a living person in a radius of more than ten zhang around Mo Chen!

From above, a large piece of empty space around him was instantaneous, like a vast torrent crashing into the majestic and immortal mountains, and was forcibly divided.

The blood slowly gathered and turned into a rushing stream, exuding a thick bloody aura.

The breeze blew, and the bloody breath wafted, making the Mongolian army in the distance chill.

Mo Chen only stopped for a step, and then calmly stepped on the corpses all over the ground, and walked towards Tuo Mu and the others.

He marched all the way, and the torrent of Mongol armies was like butter cut by a hot knife, leaving a wide road. Everyone trembled, and retreated far away, not daring to approach Mo Chen's three feet in front of him, as if they were afraid that they would be the unlucky ghost just now.

They looked at Mo Chen's slowly marching figure, clenching their blades one by one, their faces covered with fine cold sweat, and they couldn't even hold their breath, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Terrible, terrible!

Hundreds of crossbowmen were killed with a wave of their sleeves, and their blades turned into flying dragons with a flick of their fingers, and nearly a thousand warriors were killed. Is this terrifying existence that can be separated by Edgeworth really still human?

For a moment, the battlefield fell into a terrible dead silence.

Although Mo Chen only killed about a thousand people in his two moves, the deterrence of the army was unprecedentedly shocking.

In the face of this terrible existence that cannot be injured by a bow and crossbow and cannot get close, how can ordinary soldiers still have the heart to fight in their hearts. If it weren't for the strict military tactics of the Mongols, everyone would have scattered and fled.

It wasn't until Mo Chen had penetrated deep into the army that Tuo Mu and the others recovered from the shock.

He looked at the army that didn't dare to step forward with an ugly face, his eyes glanced at Mo Chen's figure in fear, and the cold sweat of the bean slowly slipped down his sideburns.

He clenched the blade in his hand, and his palms were covered with fine beads of sweat.

Is this kind of existence really something that can be overcome by manpower?

Although Tom Mu was frightened in his heart, he couldn't help but grit his teeth when he saw that Mo Chen had come to him less than twenty feet in front of him. His face was hideous and terrifying, he waved the long knife in his hand, and roared violently: "Mongol warriors, charge with me!" ”

Tom said, leaning over and rushing towards Mo Chen.

Although the five hundred Mongolian cavalry behind him were pale, they could only follow on horseback in the face of the charge of the main general.

All of a sudden, the battlefield became eerie.

The Mongol army numbered in the tens of thousands, spread throughout the mountains. But tens of thousands of troops were here, but only the main general with five hundred Mongolian cavalry charged against Mo Chen. The other 20,000-plus troops stood quietly on both sides of the mountain road as if watching a play, without moving.

Mo Chen looked around, looking at the surrounding army with fearful faces and not daring to look at each other, with a sneer on his face.

If it weren't for the intimidation of the army, he would have beheaded the enemy general in an instant, so why pretend to be a ghost.

Mo Chen squinted at the Mongolian cavalry, his eyes flashing with a terrifying coldness.

He stepped on the void, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, came to a height of more than ten feet from the ground, looked down at the bewildered Mongolian cavalry below, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's time to wrap it up!

Tom rode his horse and brought up smoke and dust all the way. He had already made up his mind to die, but he didn't expect Mo Chen to step on the void in a blink of an eye.

The Mongolian iron cavalry rushed over, looking at Mo Chen, who was more than ten feet in the sky, and his face was full of bewilderment.

it, the other party is running into the air, how can you fight?

Just when everyone's hearts were powerless, they saw Mo Chen pointing into a sword and dancing lightly below.

"Zheng."

With a piercing roar, countless invisible sword qi fell from the sky, like dense raindrops, attacking and killing everyone.

The sword qi tore through the air and let out a piercing hiss.

Before hundreds of Mongolian cavalry could react, they were pierced by countless sharp swords, and they were instantly lifeless.

In just two breaths, only Tomu was left below and fell to the ground, stupidly looking at the corpses all over the ground behind him, and did not turn back for a long time.

Dead, that's all dead?

He knelt beside his tragically dead mount, looking at the unfinished corpse behind him, his eyes completely losing their light.

For a while, there was a dead silence at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and only the sound of the breeze remained.

Mo Chen casually slaughtered hundreds of cavalrymen, looking around with a cold face, and his heart was calm.

He didn't know if it was because he had received all the memories and knowledge of Dugu's defeat. Therefore, although it was the first time he had killed someone, he didn't feel it at all, as if he was just doing something very ordinary.

Mo Chen said coldly: "Those who kneel live, and those who stand die!" ”

His voice was smooth and soft, but with an inexplicable power, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

When everyone heard this, they glanced at Mo Chen, who was standing in the void, and the hundreds of Mongolian cavalry below who were dead, and only felt a chill rise from their souls.

This kind of monster is not human at all!

He is a demon, a terrible demon that no one can stop!

Everyone looked at each other in silence with pale faces, and there was nothing else in their eyes except endless fear. I don't know who dropped the weapon first, and then there was a crisp sound of a weapon landing on the mountain road.

Ten breaths later, there was no one standing in the more than 20,000 Mongolian troops under Zhongnan Mountain!