As soon as Li Ling spoke, a heavy rumbling sound suddenly came from the entire hall, and it was the mechanism of the Wild Goose Palace that was put into operation.

At this moment, thousands of torches were suddenly lit up outside the side gate, illuminating half of the sky, and the masters of the Central Plains immediately fell into a heavy siege, and the Mongolian army began to rush into the door with various heavy weapons such as spears, halberds, iron rods, iron axes, etc., with amazing momentum.

The masters didn't say anything, Han Gongdu and the others immediately abandoned the side gate on their side, crossed the ten-zhang wide hall like a bird, joined Qi Bishao and others in the center of the hall, retreated to the side gate guarded by Bi Kongqing and them, and entered the twenty-zhang long corridor leading to the main hall Yanxiang together.

The promenade is a long walkway covered by stone pillars, on both sides are large gardens, pavilions and pavilions, so indecent, this moment is densely covered with soldiers, torches are bright, and the whole promenade is as light as the day.

The two big men of Bi Kongqing and Zhi Lixing took the lead, and the others formed left and right wings, protecting the seriously injured horizontal knife head in the middle, and Han Gongdu and the brothers of the Dan Dao people were in charge of the back of the hall, and the eleven top masters worked closely together, like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the corridor of the dense Mongolian army.

The miscalculation of the Mongolian side was that they mistakenly thought that the entrance to the labyrinth was also in this left goose wing hall, so the Mongolian army divided the rain and attacked it with all their might. Now the masters of the Central Plains have recoiled out, and they immediately forced out the Mongolian army that had stormed in, and it became a situation of melee.

The Central Plains side turned the defense into an attack, and the strength was concentrated, while the masters of the Mongolian side were isolated at the end, and it was difficult to intervene for a while. Although the Mongolian army has many soldiers and generals, in such a narrow terrain, how can it be the opponent of these top masters on the Central Plains side of the righteous path, and they were quickly broken through a gap by the Central Plains side, quickly crossed the middle of the corridor, and rushed to the entrance of the side gate of the main hall.

The "Spear Sect" took the lead, with two spears on his back, one long and one short, which were connected to form a double-headed spear with two zhang at this moment, and with his burly figure, it was like Zhang Fei in the world. His spear danced vigorously, like the Yangtze River for a while, rolling up wave after wave of huge waves; At one moment, tens of thousands of silver snakes appeared, drilling all over the sky. The spear is full of true power, and when it is swallowed and spit out, someone will fly out of the spear, and the spear will be injured no matter what part of the spear, and the five organs will be shattered.

And the blue sky on the right, the power is not below him, his crutches are simple and direct, but fierce and unmatched, the enemy's sword meets his crutches, and he is immediately shaken away, and the blocker is invincible, if he is swept in, the bones of the whole body are shattered, and he is killed on the spot.

On the left wing of the rear, Qi Bishao stretched out the long sword in his hand, and the Holy Spirit swordsmanship opened and closed, as fast as a lightning strike, coupled with the sword aura, under the flickering of the cold light, every time a sword is released, there will be an enemy who will be killed by the sword.

At this time, a trombone came, and the message was conveyed in different rhythms within the sound of a long sheep's horn, and the Mongol soldiers were instructed to reorganize their military formations from the chaotic situation, and from the first individual battles, they became regular and organized heroes, and began to launch wave after wave of offensives against the ranks of the Central Plains masters. The spears, swords, halberds and arrows of the Meng soldiers stormed into the formation of the Central Plains masters like mercury, and in the blink of an eye, several people were more or less injured, although none of them were serious, but in this situation where there was no time to heal the injuries, they would also bleed endlessly. If it drags on for too long and loses too much blood, it can also be life-threatening.

Under the monstrous attack of the Mongolian soldiers, all the masters were suddenly caught in a bitter battle, and they could only advance towards the main hall Yanxiang inch by inch. Especially at both ends of the road, the pressure is incomparably greater.

It goes without saying that the front has to charge hard and tear apart the mouth of the Mongolian army, and in the rear, Han Gongdu and the Dan Dao people, the two long swords can't stop swinging, and it is already a little difficult to parry.

Although Qi Bishao and Ye Caixuan are women, they saw that the situation was not good, so they immediately changed their positions to support, and they were also two long swords, but they were galloping vertically and horizontally, not as good as eyebrows. The two women raised their swords and stabbed between them, and a strong sword aura was like an invisible weapon, sharp everywhere, and the enemies fell one after another, leaving only a long corridor full of corpses.

However, the Mongolian people are naturally fierce and can kill, regardless of it, they directly step on the corpses of their comrades and attack, the battle is fierce, and the blood is splashed on the underground pillars with patches of bright red, which is shocking!

Behind the Mongolian army, Meng Chixing, who was like a demon god, stood proudly, and beside him was a big man with a purple face and smooth skin like a baby.

Behind them, Si Hanfei said in a deep voice: "Teacher Meng, Sect Master Li, the national teacher is exercising his strength and pranayama at this time, and it is inconvenient to make a move, and I have to trouble the two of you to cooperate with the others, and take down that rebellion before the martial god appears!"

Meng Chixing's deep eyes always seem to be half-open and half-closed, revealing an indescribable profundity, which not only makes people dare not look directly at him, let alone guess his true inner thoughts. Hearing Si Hanfei's words, he slowly shook his head: "Hanfei, your mind is in turmoil. The people in front of me are just small fish and shrimps, why worry about it? The person who really cares is the martial god, before he shows up, I need to keep the state at the peak, and I won't make a move easily, I think Brother Li may be the same. ”

"Yes! Before seeing the Martial God, Li will not make a move. As he spoke, Li Gong glanced at the most outstanding man in the history of the Demon Sect beside him, like a demon god.

Even if he had now cultivated the Purple Blood Dafa, he was not necessarily sure enough to defeat this person lightly, but his current opponent was not Meng Chixing, and he had no interest in fighting him. Since the last time he saw Chuanying's strength in Hangzhou, he shifted his life's goal to that peerless martial god.

But in fact, he didn't even have a certain grasp of his challenge to the Martial God, just to get a glimpse of what kind of scenery the martial arts realm and even the supreme heavenly dao were like. For this, he did not hesitate to pay for his own life!

Although Si Hanfei is not a pure martial artist, he also understands the beliefs of Meng Chixing and Li Gong. It's just that he is a Mongolian royal family, before this, the conquest of the Central Plains was the driving force of his struggle, and it was also the highest goal, and after the birth of the martial god, he had to take the life and death of the Mongolian Empire on his shoulders, but how could he be as chic as Meng Chixing, Bashiba, Li Gong and others?

Under the helplessness and resentment, he suddenly had a thought that it was better to ask for others than for himself, and immediately held the iron spear in his hand, beckoned other masters, and rushed into the battlefield in front of him!

Ling Duxu performed his stunt and had just slashed the head of a Mongolian soldier captain with strong martial arts, when he suddenly felt a powerful murderous aura, rushing towards him with the surging air current. There was another sharp chill in the air, and the target was himself.

In his heart, his countless combat experience over the past decades, large and small, suddenly saw the results at this juncture, and when time did not allow him to hesitate, Ling Duxu instinctively judged the momentum and speed of the enemy's attack from the position and attack angle of that bit of cold air, and hurriedly raised his whole body strength, quickly moved his body from left to right six inches, and slashed sideways with his sword.

As soon as his position changed, an iron spear made of stainless steel passed close to him, and the iron spear was still about to change, and when he landed, he slashed Ling Duxu's long sword and shook away. It's just that at the same time, he felt a chill in his right shoulder, blood splattered, and it turned out that in order to defuse this blow, he also paid the price, giving another enemy to take advantage of it.

The man with the iron spear snorted, and the iron spear turned into a spear shadow in the sky, and Ling Duxu's eyes were full of silver rays, and bundles of sharp air currents collided with each other in the air, bringing up bursts of wild seals, blowing Ling Duxu's whole body clothes flying backwards, and the sound of hunting. The sky is full of spear shadows, turning into a spear, when the air pierces, the spear does not arrive, an amazing pressure hits the chest, if Ling Duxu only seeks to dodge, he will inevitably lose the momentum first, and the spear is pulled by the qi machine, and pursues, how can he get lucky.

Ling Du's mind was retracted, years of penance made him instantly enter the extreme of silence, the spear shadows all over the sky were like illusions, which could not make him shake in the slightest, and now there was only him and the spear-wielding enemy in front of him, the sound of fighting, the splash of blood, he heard it but did not hear, turned a blind eye, life and death, honor and disgrace, and no longer mattered.

The person holding the spear was Si Hanfei, in his heart full of resentment, he sent out a full force blow, like an evil dragon stabbing towards Ling Duxu, and the sharp speed of the spear, falling in Ling Duxu's eyes, was extremely slow, he could see the spear stabbing at him from slow to fast, drawing an arc in the air beyond any worldly beauty, and when the spear was pushed ten feet in front of him, he roared, four feet Qingfeng, lightning struck.

The blade of the sword and the tip of the spear struck together, producing a sound that was by no means the kind of metal that should be, but a dull thunder that was extremely gloomy, and the whole audience heard it, and Ling Duxu's body was like an electric shock, and the long sword was broken inch by inch, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Ling!"

"Senior Ling!"

Behind Ling Duxu, there were a few exclamations, and everyone turned their heads to look and saw that the sneak attacker turned out to be Si Hanfei, the commander of the Mongolian army, and they couldn't help but be even more angry.

"Dog Tartar, give me my life!" Bi Kongqing was originally in front, turned his head and saw that Ling Duxu was attacked, this strong man roared sharply, rushed sideways, and fought a bloody way in the heavy Mongolian soldiers, and rushed towards Si Han.

"Be careful!"

Seeing that the blue sky was clear, the other Mongolian masters shouted violently, stepped forward to help, and guarded him heavily.

Although Bi Kongqing's killing intent is amazing, but under the siege of many masters and sergeants, it is already full of dangers, Han Gongdu and others saw this, and hurriedly came to the rescue: "Brother Bi, the business is important, don't fight with them!"

At this time, the people in front had already attacked the side gate of the right Yanxiang Palace, under their attack, nearly a hundred Mongolian soldiers guarding the side gate had no way to resist, and they were killed in a blink of an eye, none of them survived, and then everyone hurriedly rushed to the entrance.

All the masters exerted their strength together, suddenly pushed open the two-zhang high iron door, and after rushing into it, they couldn't help but be shocked!

I saw that in this empty right hall, a young man with a thick-backed knife stood proudly, and many people exclaimed in an instant: "Brother Chuan?"

This man is not a herald, who else is coming?