The moon stars are scarce, and the big victory is outside the gate.

Because Mongolia did not invade the south, Dashengguan was not a place of four wars, but Guo Jing still held a hero conference here, and I have to say that history is very wonderful.

In the woods outside the city, a group of seven people walked through the forest, all of them were fast, obviously good martial arts, but they made people feel very embarrassed.

First of all, it was a man in his forties, his face was blue and sickly, like a zombie who had not seen the sun for many years, he sighed and said: "When I arrive, I can feel the powerful aura of the city lord, it is very strong, Guo Jing and Guo Daxia should be among them!"

The people behind him also breathed a sigh of relief, they fled for their lives for so many days, they didn't dare to expose their hiding, they tried their best to hide their breath, and they were chased like dogs, and this kind of day finally came to an end.

A man behind him dressed as a scholar, very suave and suave, but he has been running for his life for the past few days, looking extremely embarrassed, he said hatefully: "Obviously, Persia has been destroyed by the Mongols, and the holy flame of the main altar of the Persian Ming Sect has been extinguished, and there is still a face with the holy fire order that wants us to join the Mongols!

A thin swordsman to the left of the scholar snorted coldly: "First of all, a yellow dress made my sect seriously injured, and then Sect Master Fang besieged Wu Zu with others, and was killed by Wu Zu on the spot." At that time, my Mingjiao had just recovered a little bit of vitality, and as a result, he was defeated by the Central Plains Martial Arts because of this incident. Over the years, the sect leader and the former sect leader have managed to make some improvements in the Ming Sect, but suddenly another Persian was killed, and he actually destroyed the main altar of our sect and extinguished the holy fire of Kunlun Mountain with one person! Could it be that my Ming sect should have such a catastrophe?"

The man dressed as a scholar said angrily: "Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the fire." Fan Qing, as the right envoy of light, you actually said that the first sect leader was not, and even said that my Mingjiao should be robbed like this, are you afraid? If you want to be a Mongolian dog, you can go yourself. Anyway, you were originally a Mongol mongral!"

A fierce killing intent emerged from the green thin swordsman: "Yang Huating, let's talk about mongrels again, I don't need that person to make a move, I'll take your dog's head first!"

Among them was a man in his forties, who looked like an iron tower, and he was a little more calm than everyone else. The Left Messenger of Light and the Right Envoy of Light have always been at odds. But this escape caused the conflict between the two to erupt, which made him a little distressed.

He said lightly: "How can Zuo Envoy say this? The sect leader is wrong, and it is true that the sect leader did not do the right thing back then. The rivers and lakes have grievances and grievances, and it is naturally his, it is not his, he actually cooperates with the Jin people! Alas, if I didn't want to leave some seeds for Mingjiao, how could I be willing to take refuge with Guo Jing's subordinates, and it would be a big deal to fight to the death with that person!"

This person is the master of the contemporary Ming Sect - Jiang Nu, and only he can suppress the light of the contemporary Ming Sect.

He continued: "This time, my Ming Sect suffered heavy losses, and several parts of the Five Elements Banner Wind and Thunder were killed. There are only two banner masters, one deputy flag master is still there, and only one of the four Dharma kings is left. If we can work together, we may be able to recruit the old department, recuperate, and make a comeback. If I continue to quarrel like this, my Mingjiao may really be finished!"

Fan Qing and Yang Huating suddenly broke out in a cold sweat in their vests, bowed down and said, "Subordinate Meng Lang, I hope the sect leader will forgive me!"

It was at this time. A sharp voice sounded in the air: "Sect Leader Jiang, at this time, the subordinates are still arguing. It shows that you're not doing well as a sect leader!"

Before the words fell, countless black swords fell from the sky, and those swords with a ghost-like roar made the hearts of this group of people shake and find it difficult to hold themselves.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, but they didn't expect to be caught up by him. It's so close to Dasheng Pass here, how dare this person make a move?

Jiang Nu snorted coldly. His martial arts true body immediately flew out, it was a majestic burning flame, the flames instantly turned into a sea of fire, those swords were thrown into the sea of fire, and most of the swords were rebounded by the sea of fire. But it was still partially killed through the sea of fire and killed below.

These seven people immediately used all their strength to destroy the exercises, and all kinds of true spirits appeared and greeted the sword gang, and this sword gang formed a sword formation in the air to fight with the Ming sect people.

In addition to the Ming Sect Master, even the left and right envoys of the Light only have the cultivation of the sixth layer of Qi refining, obviously, as Fan Qing said, the Ming Sect has suffered several calamities, and its vitality has been greatly damaged, and it has not been able to relieve its qi!

Rumble......

The mountain shook the ground, and the impact of the gang qi burst out countless light rains, and the forest was instantly razed to the ground.

The figure of the man appeared in the air, wearing an all-black set of Zhengang armor that blended in with the night.

He laughed arrogantly and said: "Over the years, we have conquered the world with the Great Khan, and we have seen the impossible countries and the impossible exercises, and then we have understood a truth! Only in war can martial arts develop the fastest, and only in life and death can we comprehend the true meaning of martial arts." Although the Central Plains is the birthplace of martial arts, the development of martial arts is far behind us!"

Yang Tinghua had been injured before, and this time he received a few more old injuries and recurred, spit out a mouthful of blood, and scolded: "Let your mother's fart, you group of cowards who only know how to lick the Mongolian fart, even the holy fire has been extinguished, the country has perished, and you are still working in the Mongolians, and you dare to speak out here!"

The heavenly man said: "Kublai Khan is the reincarnation of the gods, who came to purify the world. Don't talk nonsense with you, this place is so close to the Great Victory Pass, with Guo Jing's strength, about two or three hundred breaths can come, I don't have time to delay you!"

As he spoke, he destroyed the sword array and trapped the people of the Ming Sect, while he himself confronted Jiang Nu.

Jiang Nu said indifferently: "Do you think you can kill us in two or three hundred breaths?"

The man in the sky laughed and said, "You don't need to kill everything, just kill you, you don't know the number of days, you deserve to be killed like this!"

I have to say that Han Wenhua is quite popular in this world, and this Persian can actually speak such a pure flavor of official language.

But at this moment, a voice full of majesty sounded: "Oh, in the eyes of you Mongolians, is there only one Guo Jing in my Central Plains?!"

A streamer of light flew in the sky, extremely fast, and it was a handsome man. There were also three figures behind him, and they all looked good.

A golden dragon appeared beside this man, this is his martial arts true body, he clenched his right hand into a fist, punched out, the golden dragon roared with this punch and flew towards the Persian, the roar of this golden dragon made people's hearts turbulent, like the legendary dragon might, let Wan Ling bow his head!

The power of a punch is regrettable.

"This, this is Taizu Long Fist?"

"Someone can actually push Taizu Long Fist to this realm?"

"It's amazing, it's actually a first-class martial art!"

The Persian cried out, "Well come!"

A black figure appeared behind him, like a demon king descending into the world, and his entire body was composed of countless human faces, and these faces wailed in unison, as if the resentful spirit who died in this hand was issuing a curse for eternal life.

The demon shadow raised the long knife in his hand and slammed into the golden dragon, with a thunderous roar, the sky and the earth turned white, and the demon shadow was knocked backwards and flew back. The Persian was furious, and the martial arts true body condensed dozens of long knives, and then turned into a knife array, trapping the handsome man's entourage, and fighting with the handsome man.

At this time, Jiang Nu also made a move!

But this Persian was able to defeat Jiang Nu and the handsome man with the strength of one person, and he also trapped the two of his subordinates with a sword formation, and he was able to fight a draw with the two, which was really outstanding among the seven layers of qi refining.

The Persians of Twenty Moves understood that they had lost the opportunity to kill Jiang Fu, gritted their teeth and pulled out, turned around and ran, and if they left a little later, Guo Jing would come, and he would be killed by someone.

Suddenly found that there were two figures in front of him, he was furious, and he didn't care why someone came so quickly, shouting: "Get out!"

The shadow of the scimitar in the knife slashed at the two figures at the same time, and the two black blades were intertwined into a cross, spinning wildly in the air, like a storm of blades, which made people frightened.

The figure on the left smiled: "The person who told me to get out of the way last time is now a few stubbles of the grave grass!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Gang conjured a pair of golden hands, and pinched the two knives in his hand, easily pinching two fallen leaves from a tree. (To be continued.) )

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