The night has been three watches, the bright moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, and the earth is shining. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The clouds in the sky are light and the wind is light, and it is peaceful, but on the ground is more than 100,000 people who are sacrificing their lives and forgetting their lives.

This battle lasted from early morning to late at night, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, and there was still no winner or loser. The Song army occupied the geographical advantage, but the Mongol army relied on a large number of people.

On the city of Xiangyang, Guo Jing stood at the head of the city, watching the battle raging under the city, with a resolute face.

I saw him shouting loudly: "Everyone go to the city to fight the enemy, and if you don't fight to the death, what kind of man is you?"

All the relatives and soldiers have always respected Guo Jing, and when they saw him shouting majestically, they responded in unison, each with their blades, ran to the city wall, and shouted loudly: "Let's defend desperately, the Tartar soldiers can't support it!"

And under the city, I suddenly heard the Mongolian herald shouting: "All the officers and soldiers obey the order, the Great Khan has a will, whichever is the first to attack the city wall, he will be named the lord of Xiangyang City." The Mongolian soldiers cheered loudly, and the generals in the army rushed forward one by one, regardless of their lives.

The herald held the red flag in his hand and passed the decree back and forth. Guo Jing's eyes flashed, he picked up the iron tire bow in his hand, put on the wolf's tooth arrow, and with a bang, the long arrow rushed through the smoke and dust, and flew away. The herald was struck by an arrow in the chest, and he fell off his horse. The Mongol soldiers shouted, and their morale was slightly weakened. After a short time, another new force of 10,000 people arrived at the city.

The forces of both sides are constantly being consumed, and the Xiangyang side is slowly becoming inferior, and even the city head has to be captured by the Mongol soldiers several times, if it were not for Guo Jing and Huang Rong and his wife, Xiangyang City would have fallen long ago.

"Rong'er, if we continue like this, we will lose. An old man in a green robe shot two fingers in a row, shot two Mongolian soldiers who tried to climb the city wall in vain, and shouted at Huang Rong.

Even in the midst of the flames in the sky, it is still difficult to hide his chic and dusty meaning, this old man is the master of Peach Blossom Island, Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Rong didn't know this, but she couldn't think of any way but to stick to her.

No, there's another way.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first!"

Huang Rong looked up at the big banner of the king in the distance, and then looked at the vast Mongolian army, and hesitated for a while, but can this method really be done?

"Rong'er, Jing'er, we don't have time to hesitate. Huang Yaoshi glanced at his daughter, and naturally knew what she was worried about.

After hearing this, Guo Jing on the side nodded emphatically and said in a deep voice: "Okay! I'll go!"

"Jing'er, Xiangyang City still needs you to be in charge, so just leave this arduous task to a few of us old guys. Huang Yaoshi said.

"Amitabha, the Lord of Huangdao is right. "Master Yideng didn't know when, but he also stood beside Huang Yaoshi.

There was also the old naughty boy Zhou Botong who came with him, but Zhou Botong was obviously still a little afraid of Master Yideng, standing far away, waving his fist at Guo Jing, and said loudly: "Brother, you can rest assured, everything is on me." ”

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The war drums thundered, and at the opening of the city gate, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, and the old urchin led five hundred Quanzhen disciples, one thousand beggar gang disciples, three thousand officers and soldiers, and ordinary javelin shields, and rushed out.

The Mongolian soldiers outside the north gate were attacking the city in a hurry, and suddenly saw the Song army suddenly killing out of the city, and they didn't react at all for a while, and they were immediately strangled and killed.

Zhou Botong's team is like a sharp knife, tearing a huge gap in the battlefield.

After the initial consternation, the Mongolian side quickly reacted and dealt with it most quickly.

Hearing only three cannon shots from the Mongolian army, the two 10,000-strong teams on the left and right outflanked them and surrounded the 4,000-person sharp knife team led by Zhou Botong and them in the center.

The 3,000 officers and soldiers came from the sharpest Fenyong battalion in Xiangyang City, all of them were well-trained, skilled in martial arts, brave and good at fighting, and there were 500 Quanzhen disciples and 1,000 beggar disciples as the backbone, although they were surrounded, they were not afraid at all.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked down from the city, and their fists couldn't help but clench tightly.

But seeing that the Song army's formation was not chaotic, one was ten, shouting a fierce battle, and the sword light reflected the torches in the dark, and it was actually a bloody way to kill.

The Mongol Khan Meng Ge immediately stood on the hill and personally supervised the battle, and more than 200 large leather drums around him were beating loudly, deafening, and the sound of any speech was drowned out. But when he saw that the commanders of the thousand and the centurions were killed or wounded one by one, and the iron armor stained with blood, they were carried down from the front of the battle.

Meng Ge himself is also experienced in a hundred battles, when he went on the western expedition with Batu, he had killed the allied forces of European countries invincible, and attacked directly to the Danube River, under the city of Vienna, at this moment when he saw this fight, he couldn't help but be secretly frightened: "It is usually said that the southern barbarians are cowardly and useless, but in fact, they are not weaker than our Mongolian elite soldiers!"

How did he know that now the entire Great Song Dynasty will fight, and the only one who can fight is Xiangyang City, the team in Guo Jing's hands.

He looked at the squad of sharp knives that were constantly approaching him, and shouted in a deep voice, "Release the arrows!"

"Great Khan, our soldiers are also ......"

As soon as the lieutenant general next to him spoke, he was interrupted by a cold Mongolian voice.

"I said release the arrow!"

"Yes!" the general commanded.

......

Zhou Botong and several of them are strong in martial arts, and they often have the wind everywhere, and the enemy soldiers are immediately broken spears and halberds, and the dead and wounded are pillows. The Sharp Knife Team continued to go deeper, and the enemy soldiers around them gathered more and more.

These Mongol soldiers were outnumbered and fearless of death. The Sharp Knife Squad also suffered heavy casualties, except for Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng The three congenital masters were not injured, even Qiu Chuji and a few of them also suffered a lot of external injuries, but fortunately they were not injured.

Among them, Lu Wushuang was the most seriously injured, she was shot in the waist, and the blood almost stained her white clothes, and she was already unconscious at this time, and Cheng Ying was by her side. Yideng and Huang Yaoshi both knew the way of medicine, and after seeing Lu Wushuang's injury, they were both frowning and speechless for a long time.

At this time, they were still nearly five or six hundred meters away from Möngke.

And at that moment, they suddenly felt that the sky was dark.

The moment everyone looked up, despair crawled all over their faces.

I saw a rain of arrows shooting towards them, and the sharp arrows shone in the moonlight.

The atmosphere on the field was instantly low to freezing, not only the Song army, but also the abandoned Mongolian army.

"Huang Laoxi, our three old lives, look at it and we're going to die here today. Zhou Botong suddenly laughed, stepped out of the crowd, and flew towards the rain of arrows.

Huang Yaoshi and Master Yilan followed.

The old naughty boy has never been afraid of heaven and earth, and never said a word of discouragement, but at this time he even thought of ruining his old life, and you can imagine how bad their situation is at this time.

After this wave of arrows, how many people will survive?

Mongolia on the hill was condescending, looking at Zhou Botong and them coldly, he could already predict what would happen next. No matter how high these Song people's martial arts are, can they still hide from this rain of arrows, unless they are immortals?

Well?

Mongolia was stunned, as if he had seen something unexpected, and then his pupils contracted suddenly, and he shouted in a lost voice: "This is impossible, this is impossible!"

I saw a man under the moon, dressed in a green shirt.

In the face of the rain of arrows, stand in the air.

Not only Meng Ge saw him, but more than 100,000 people on the field saw him.

They will never forget what they saw next.

"Brother, you're finally here!" Zhou Botong shouted excitedly when he saw Wang Chan.

Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng looked up at Wang Chan, their eyes full of horror.

Standing in the air with the void and resisting the wind, what kind of realm has this person's martial arts reached?

In the crowd, Qiu Chuji, Fan Yiweng, and Cheng Ying...... Everyone who knew Wang Chan had renewed hope in their eyes.

At the head of Xiangyang City, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others also looked at the figure in the air in disbelief.

On the hill, Meng Ge stared at Wang Chan, who was standing in the air like a god, and suddenly remembered the legend three years ago.

The constant trembling body proved that he was uneasy in his heart at this time, but Meng Ge knew that as the commander-in-chief, he must not panic, and he kept comforting himself: "It's okay, he is only one person, even if he is an immortal, what can he do?

On the outskirts of Xiangyang, an apricot yellow shadow looked up at the figure in the air, and her eyes were full of pride.

Because it's his man!

......

Wang Chan stood in the air, facing the rain of arrows flying in the sky, his face remained unchanged at all.

On this day, the tragic Xiangyang battlefield.

All the people and defenders of Xiangyang City saw an unforgettable scene, a handsome fairy in Tsing Yi, standing in the air, and said loudly: "Zhuang Zhi is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood." I, Wang Chan, borrowed the sword of Xiangyang, expelled Hu Lu, and returned my Han family!"

The voice was thick and clear, resounding throughout the sky above Xiangyang City.

Immediately after that, 36,000 sharp swords were unsheathed and soared into the sky at the same time, and they all hung in the sky.

This shocking sword curtain pointed directly at the king's military banner on the hill in the distance.

Wang Chan landed on the first flying sword and walked with the sword.

What was the rain of arrows in the sky before in front of this real rain of arrows?

Those bows and arrows were instantly shattered by the sword qi that filled the entire heaven and earth, and they fell from the air one by one, seeing Zhou Botong and them dumbfounded, they never thought that there were people in this world who could practice martial arts to this point.

"Martial arts are gods, martial arts are gods...... There are really people in this world who have such means. Huang Yaoshi looked up at the sword rain in the sky and muttered in a low voice.

The Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, who has always been above the top and never admits defeat, admires a person so much from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

"Amitabha, the sword becomes rain, the land immortals, and the Vajra Buddha are no different. Master Yilan shouted a Buddha horn and sighed.

Seeing the expressions of Master Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng, Zhou Botong said proudly: "Amazing, my brother is an immortal." ”

"Immortals, do you know, it's a person from the sky, hehe, he promised the old naughty boy that he would take me to visit the fairy world in the future, Huang Laoxi, don't be envious. ”

Master Yideng and Master Huang Yaoshi weren't listening to Zhou Botong's words at all, they just stared at the sword rain in the sky, wanting to find something from it.

Cheng Ying glanced at Lu Wushuang, who was unconscious in his arms, looked up at Wang Chan in the air, and remembered the scene when he met him for the first time. She is not Lu Wushuang, and she naturally guessed that Wang Chan was the little monk who turned the rivers and lakes upside down back then. Then she thought of the scene when Wang Chan rescued her in the Quanzhen Sect not long ago, and a strange brilliance flashed in her eyes.

"Shoot him down!"

"Archer shoot!"

"Quick!"

Looking at this shocking scene, Meng Ge finally panicked. Even if he is the Great Khan of Mongolia, the most powerful person in the whole world is just a mortal after all.

But no matter how much he shouted, the group of Mongol soldiers did not respond.

These Mongolian soldiers were already stunned by the rain of swords, and even the bows and arrows in their hands were involuntarily lowered.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, Meng Ge didn't say a word, turned over and lifted the reins of the horse, turned his head and rode at a gallop. The mount under his crotch is one of the best horses in Mongolia, with a dragon's back and a bird's neck, strong bones and muscles, roaring like thunder, galloping like the wind, named "Feiyun Qi", and Guo Jing's "sweat and blood BMW" back then. At this moment, he was burdened with Möngke in the saddle, and his hooves flew over, and he galloped away in the distance.

When Wang Chan saw this scene, the light in his eyes flashed, his hands were clenched, and the flying sword in the sky suddenly turned into a giant sword that was unparalleled in the world.

"Whoever commits my big man, kill and kill!"

"No!"

Möngke's terrible screams rang out.

The sword fell, and the canopy of heaven was shattered.

Those Mongolian soldiers didn't have time to react at all, and they were instantly smashed into pieces by the peerless sword qi and completely dissipated in this world.

A deep chasm appeared in the earth, starting from the foot of Wang Chan and extending to the hill where Meng Ge was located. That hill was directly cut in half by Wang Chan's sword, and the giant sword passed by, and all living beings were annihilated.

Wang Chan stood in the air, looking down, full of devastation.

As soon as his right hand loosened, the giant sword naturally dissipated, turning into a sharp sword and falling from the sky.

At this time, the sound of "jingling" is undoubtedly the most beautiful symphony to Song Jun's ears.

Wang Chan looked at the battlefield, his eyes swept away one by one, and the remaining scattered Mongolian soldiers still had the slightest sense of resistance, directly threw away the blades in their hands, knelt down towards Wang Chan on both knees, and kept shouting "Immortal Heaven" in their mouths.

"Brother Wang, Wushuang is dying!"

Cheng Ying suddenly shouted at Wang Chan in the sky, and as soon as she turned around, she found that Wang Chan was already standing beside her.

"Hand her over to me. ”

Wang Chan took Lu Wushuang from Cheng Ying and put his right hand on the wound on her waist.

With a stream of pure energy infused into his body, the wound on Lu Wushuang's waist actually recovered at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and it didn't take long for it to heal completely.

It's just that because of the excessive blood, Lu Wushuang is still unconscious.

Wang Chan looked at this familiar face, smiled, and pointed out again.

I saw a burst of energy burst out of the air and shot directly into Lu Wushuang's lame foot.

Lu Wushuang's left leg was broken when he was a child, he fell from a high place, and then missed the best time for treatment. After more than ten years of dislocation and growth, even Hua Tuo is alive now, it is impossible to cure her, but it is just a trivial matter for Wang Chan, who has restored the strength of heaven and man.

She should be fine, and when she woke up, Miss Cheng told her that the little monk in Jackal Valley had given her a big gift. Wang Chan looked at Cheng Ying and said with a smile.

Cheng Ying nodded, and just wanted to say thank you, but where was Wang Chan's figure. (To be continued.) )