This is!

Qiu Chuji looked at the ripples rippling in front of him, and the sharp arrows that were all frozen in the void, and his eyes instantly constricted into a thin slit.

Protect your body!

Legend has it that cultivation is to reach an extremely high realm, and only then will the body protect the qi!

When the Chongyang Patriarch was alive, the body protection qi only extended to the body surface at most, how could the body protection qi in front of him be terrifying!

Qiu Chuji's eyes looked at Mo Chen beside him with dull eyes, and the horror in his heart was beyond measure.

Although he already knew that Mo Chen's cultivation was unfathomable, he couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw this scene. More than three feet of body protection qi, how profound is this?

Compared with the horror and surprise of the hill, the Mongol army at the foot of the mountain was in turmoil.

In their eyes, they saw that Qiu was about to be pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows and shot into a big hedgehog.

But I saw that a figure in an ordinary robe appeared next to Qiu Chuji like a ghost. I didn't see him make any movements, just waved his sleeves slightly, and the rain of arrows in the sky was frozen in the air!

"Immortal Heaven is above, is this a human or a ghost?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could a man do such a thing! ”

"Demons, he must be demons."

The Mongolian crossbowmen below looked at the dense rain of arrows frozen in mid-air, and looked at each other one by one, their faces turned pale and bloodless, and their eyes were full of fear.

They had never seen such a terrible method, and they did not even dare to imagine that anyone in the world could be so terrible.

The Mongolian general in the rear looked at the scene above, his face was as ugly as a pig's liver, and his big hands tightly grasped the reins, and the green tendons on it beat violently, like the roots of an old tree.

"Gollum, how can there be such a master in the world!"

Tomu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his heart was filled with endless horror. Although he understood what was happening above him better than the soldiers, the shock in his heart did not diminish in the slightest.

He couldn't understand why there was such a terrible master in the world.

Tomu was stunned for two seconds, and shouted with a hideous and terrifying face: "Release the arrow, release the arrow!" ”

Even if he is the top master in the world, can his internal strength be endless, General Ben wants to see if this person can block a few waves of arrow rain.

His voice was like thunder, waking up the stunned Mongolian soldiers.

Because most of the crossbowmen were made up of Mongols, although they were terrified in their hearts, they still showed a high military quality in front of military orders.

As soon as Tomu's words fell, a rain of arrows attacked again.

Mo Chen stood beside the fuselage at the mound, and his body power vibrate, rippling in the air with obvious ripples.

He looked at the rain of arrows that attacked again, and with a wave of his hand, he sent Qiu Chuji out of this battlefield, and said in a deep voice: "Some ants, Uncle He Qiu made a move." ”

Qiu Chuji hadn't come back to his senses yet, but he only felt that Mo Chen's hand was waving casually, as if a big hand was dragging him behind him, and in the blink of an eye, his kung fu appeared more than ten zhang away.

After Mo Chen sent Qiu Chuji away, a cold smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of energy, like two lightning lights that exploded out of thin air, making people dare not look directly.

"Go." With a wave of his sleeve, the feathered arrow in front of him seemed to come to life, and struck the crossbowmen down the mountain faster than when he came.

"Woohoo."

The long arrow shimmered with a faint white aura, and the arrow swallowed and tore the air into a breathtaking roar.

The ensuing rain of arrows was easily broken by the attack of long arrows attached to True Qi. Then the dense rain of arrows continued to speed and whistled downward.

"Ahh

"Run."

The rain of arrows fell from the sky, and the crossbowmen below instantly killed and wounded. The nearly 1,000 crossbowmen who looked dense before, now most of them were lying on the ground.

"Shhh

The sergeants who were cutting down the woods around them stopped their movements. They stared dumbfounded at the army of crossbows and crossbows at the foot of the mountain, and they felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Shadows Cold Pool, and felt the cold from their bones.

With a flick of his sleeve, he killed hundreds of people in an instant.

Moreover, most of them are still fierce Mongols, this terrible existence, is it really human?

Tomu looked at the hundreds of silent Mongolian warriors at the foot of the mountain, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, and his heart seemed to be dripping blood.

Don't look at the Mongolian army of tens of thousands, but the real Mongols are not even 10,000, and more of them are surrendered Jin Song troops.

If Jin Song's troops surrendered, even if tens of thousands of people died, he would not have any pity. But in the face of the sacrifice of hundreds of Mongols, he couldn't calm down.

Tom took a deep breath, his eyes staring directly at Mo Chen, who was stepping into the void, his eyes were full of endless complexity, among which there was indescribable horror and unprecedented hatred.

"Kill, kill him, the official will be promoted to the third level, and the reward will be ten thousand taels of silver!" Tomu's eyes were narrowed, his face was hideous, and he waved the long knife in his hand and let out a thunderous roar.

Just as he roared, Mo Chen had already slowly landed at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

He stood on the bluestone path to the Quanzhen Sect, looking at the crowded Mongolian army in front of him, his face was calm and calm, as if he was not in front of 30,000 troops capable of fighting well, but 30,000 dispensable ants.

Quanzhen Religion, halfway up the mountain.

Ma Yu and the others looked at Mo Chen and went straight towards the Mongolian army, their faces full of anxiety.

"Hey, Zhichen, this kid, why is he so reckless." Ma Yu looked at the solemn situation below, his face full of urgency. He took two steps uneasily, his hands clenched into fists, his heart full of hesitation.

He wanted to go down to help, but he was afraid that his strength was not enough, and he would only become a burden when he got down.

"Brother Master, the number of the Mongol army is too many. Although Zhichen's cultivation is profound, in the face of such a large army, he is so likely to be an opponent. We. Sun Buji glanced at the scene below him, his face was full of worry, his eyes were full of tears, and he choked anxiously.

"Me." Ma Yu's expression changed, and his heart was full of hesitation.

In his heart, of course he wanted to help his apprentice. It's just that he understands better that the strength of himself and others, if he still has the strength to fight in the face of an army of 1,000 people, but in the face of a Mongolian army of 30,000, he will only become a burden to the other party.

Just when the seven sons of Quanzhen were anxious one by one, they didn't know what to do. Mo Chen put one hand behind him, and slowly walked towards the Mongolian army with a cold expression.

Seeing that Mo Chen was so arrogant, Tuo Mu actually walked towards him as if he was strolling leisurely, and his face was suddenly full of hideousness.

He wielded his long knife, tore through the air, let out a terrible hiss, and roared: "Mongol warriors, kill! Wound him with a knife and reward a hundred taels of silver, kill him and be promoted to the third level, and reward him with 10,000 taels of silver! ”

When the 30,000 troops scattered under Zhongnan Mountain heard this, their eyes suddenly flashed with unprecedented divine light.

If you hurt a knife, you will have a hundred taels of silver!

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, he first fell into a terrible dead silence, and then suddenly broke out and shouted: "Kill, one hundred taels of a knife, Lao Tzu is going to send!" ”

Accompanied by terrifying shouts, the 30,000-strong army was like a terrible torrent that destroyed everything, crushing towards Mo Chen's place with irresistible might!