These dozens of heroes rushed out from all directions and broke into the Tartar army formation from different angles.

The incident happened suddenly, and those Tartars had long since lost the elite and brave warriors of the past, and for a while, they did not organize an effective interception, and they were rushed into most of them!

"Quick, get in shape! Formation! ”

The leading Tartar officer shouted loudly in Mongolian, his voice was loud, and he penetrated the military formation, and suddenly, those Tartar cavalry were in a group, taking care of each other and began to besiege and kill these heroes.

It's just that this is not on the battlefield in the end, it is not a life-and-death struggle between the two armies.

This is an assassination, and the assassins are all high-rollers with martial arts.

It may be that on the plain, they were scattered by a charge of these Tartar cavalry, but at this time, they were on the long street!

I saw that these people either used hidden weapons, or used body methods, the knife went sideways, and the swordsmanship was smart, and soon penetrated into the deepest part of the military array, and the first wave of attackers and killers soon crashed into the monk's formation where the lama was!

"Kill! Make a contribution today! ”

One of them raised his arms and shouted and rushed into the monk's formation, but he was greeted by the palms of three monks.

Tantric Mahamudra!

Three palms with vigorous vigor were imprinted, and where they passed, the swords broke, the people turned on their backs, and the first wave of heroes who rushed in all fell under these three palms, and no one was spared!

These are three internal force cultivators, who are by no means inferior to the first-class masters of the Central Plains martial arts, but none of these assassinated martial arts heroes have this skill, how can they resist? !

The three monks killed the Assassins who rushed towards them, and without stopping, they followed the direction in which they had rushed in, joining forces with the Tartar army and flanking the high rollers.

However, after half a cup of tea, those high-rollers died and fled, except for the corpses of the Tartar cavalry and assassins, not even a single monk was injured, let alone successfully assassinated Paspa!

The people along the way, seeing this bloody scene, showed a look of fear on their faces.

"Amitabha!"

Hutu Living Buddha suddenly recited a long Buddha horn, and the sound echoed in the night sky under the blessing of internal force, and reached everyone's ears.

This voice seems to contain a special magic power, which makes all the negative emotions in the hearts of the people disappear.

His hands were folded, his face was pious, and he chanted: At that time, the Jizo Bodhisattva Mahasattva said: "World-honored one, I see that I am a sentient being, and it is nothing more than a sin to move my heart and mind. Get rid of good profits, and retreat from the original intention. If you encounter bad karma, you will gain by thinking. It is a generation, like walking on a muddy road, burdened by heavy stones, gradually sleepy and heavy, and the steps are deep......""

He recited the Dizo Sutra, the Dizo Bodhisattva, who sits in the underworld, purifies all living ghosts, and is a Bodhisattva with great compassion and great aspirations.

Sentences of scriptures, recited from his mouth, clear mind, contemplation, wisps of Buddha light from his body Buddha light appeared, the glass is pure, the treasure is solemn, really like the Buddha walking in the world.

The people on the side of the road, seeing this, showed obsession on their faces, and they all knelt down and chanted the Buddha's name in their mouths.

The sedan chair started again, escorted by the Tartars, and whispered to the scriptures, these Mongolians believed in Buddhism more than the people of the Central Plains.

On the street, for a while, there is the sound of chanting and chanting, which is pure and refreshing, and pleasant to the ear.

Looking at the corpses, a trace of timidity and fear flashed on Lu Yuncheng's face.

His martial arts may not be better than those dead heroes, and he is far inferior to those three monks, so he will naturally be afraid.

Mo Li smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't be afraid, and I'm in front of you." ”

Lu Yuncheng took a deep breath and said solemnly: "If you die, I will help you avenge." ”

"If I die, I want you to run for your life!"

Mo Li smiled again, looked down at the sedan chair below, and at this time, it was already a stone's throw away from the Chunfeng Building.

His figure shook, and he had already fallen from the air, and the cold wind poured into his body, but it made the young man's heart more and more hot.

I came here to kill Ba Sipa, not to make a name for himself, but to repay Zhang Sanfeng's ten years of artistic kindness!

This matter starts with me, and naturally ends with me!

The group of Tartars watched the figure of a young man in a Taoist robe descend from the sky, stopped in front of the road, and a long sword hung from his waist, and immediately panicked.

"And the Assassins!" Some Tartars shouted in Mongolian.

The sound of chanting suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on this young man.

"Is it a small Taoist?!"

"He's going to assassinate too?!"

"Isn't this a death sentence?!"

……

The people looked at the handsome young man with the sword hanging from his waist, all of them looked shocked and regretful.

Mo Li didn't look at the people, but just looked at the sedan chair with a calm face, and a look of perseverance flashed in his eyes.

"Song Qingshu, a disciple of the Wudang faction, was ordered by the ancestor to meet Master Basipa."

The small Taoist chief spoke in a calm tone and his voice was clear, which reached everyone's ears, but it surprised everyone again!

Wu-Tang Clan!

It is the Wudang faction founded by Zhang Sanfeng, and it is the Wudang faction that wants to debate the scriptures with Ba Si Pa in Huashan!

"Wudang Sect! It's the Wudang faction that killed the big handsome! ”

A wisp of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Mongolian general, and he shouted: "Kill him and avenge the commander!" ”

King Ruyang once commanded the world's soldiers and horses, and in the Yuan court, he was very popular!

All the soldiers responded in unison, and they were about to rush forward, but at this moment, only an old voice was heard: "Let him in." ”

The voice was a little hoarse and a little weak, but there was a terrifying majesty, and the soldiers who were about to move subconsciously reined in their horses and stopped advancing.

The general was unwilling to say: "My lord, the people of the Wudang faction killed the big handsome!" ”

"Let him in!"

This time, the owner of this voice accentuated his tone, but in the ears of people, it was even more majestic, like an emperor sitting on a dragon chair giving orders, which made it difficult for people to refuse, and they did not dare to refuse.

"Alas......"

The general unwillingly beat his chest and said helplessly: "Let him in." ”

A group of Yuan court cavalry, hearing the order, retreated to both sides, giving way in the middle.

Mo Li's expression was calm, and he slowly walked into the formation, those Yuan Court soldiers, one by one, stared at him fiercely, their hands were still pressed on the blades, as if they were going to attack and kill him in the next moment, but he was indifferent, as if he was facing a group of clay puppets.

After a short time, before walking to the monk, Mo Li bowed his hand and said, "Song Qingshu, a disciple of the Wudang faction, meet the master." ”

"Is that you?"

Hutu Living Buddha looked at Mo Li with a look of surprise.

In the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation that day, he saw Mo Li and the Six Heroes shooting together, this person was clearly Mo Li, how could he claim to be Song Qingshu?

"Song Qingshu?"

Inside the sedan chair, the old voice sounded again, and said a little hoarsely: "The old monk heard that Wudang sent a sword god Mo Li, which is extremely amazing, unexpectedly, there is also a Song Qingshu, who is also a dragon and phoenix among people." ”

There was praise in his tone, and Mo Li could faintly perceive that in the gauze, there were two eyes that seemed to be piercing him.

"Say, Zhang Zhenren asked you to come, so what's the matter?"

When Mo Li heard this, there was a fierce qi flowing in his body.

His hand slowly fell towards the hilt of the sword, and in the process, the sword intent on his body became more and more vigorous, more and more vigorous!

"The master said, come and don't be rude, since you have received the master's Ming King Demon Suppression Array, then please also ask the master to ......"

"Take me a sword!"

When it came to the last four words, the young man's voice suddenly rose high-pitched, like the sound of a sword, ringing loudly!

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