Seeing that Guo Jing did not stop for a moment, and his back was like having eyes, a spear stabbed at the Golden Wheel, and a spear stabbed into his chest.

On the other side, Yang Guo also got into the military formation, rushed left and right, the sword curtain swung open, no one could stop its edge, and soon fought a bloody way, together with Guo Jing, each of them pulled a centurion off the horse.

The two immediately jumped on horseback, rushed to the west in the east of the army, and suddenly went around the battle, and then let their horses gallop.

Yang Guo saw that the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Yu Zhenzi and the Blood Knife Ancestor chased forward, and immediately untied the spear he was carrying, and while driving the war horse to charge into battle, he shot the spear in his hand as a javelin, he had strong internal strength, this spear was shot, the power was naturally extraordinary, and a sharp roar was made in the air, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King and others avoided it in a hurry, but the Mongolian soldiers behind him suffered tragically and died under this spear.

"Uncle Guo, go on!"

Yang Guo threw the two spears in his hand to Guo Jing not far away, Guo Jing reached out and took it, threw a spear behind him, and after scaring off Xiao Xiangzi and a few people, he controlled the bridle with one hand and held the spear in the other hand, and kept stabbing forward, killing a bloody way.

Kublai Khan, who was outside the king's tent, was also horrified when he saw that the two of them were so brave, and immediately let the soldiers disperse and release arrows to intercept them.

For a while, the Mongolian soldiers surrounding Guo Yang and the others suddenly retreated like a tide, and the next moment, a dense rain of arrows fell.

The two of them held spears and kept swinging to block the falling arrows, but taking advantage of this opportunity, the Golden Wheel Dharma King and others had also caught up.

Even if Yang Guo and Guo Jing could barely protect their bodies and not be injured by the rain of arrows, the war horses under the seats were difficult to take care of, and they were hit by arrows one after another, screaming loudly, and fell to the ground.

The two jumped off their horses and saw that King Jinlun had caught up, and Kublai Khan's side also ordered people to stop firing arrows, but the Mongol army continued to surround from a distance from both flanks.

Yang Guo and Guo Jing's faces were very solemn, knowing that if they were entangled, it would be more difficult to get out, but they couldn't stop running wildly, and King Jinlun and others were chasing after them.

Seeing that Yang Guo's body was a few points faster than Guo Jing, he knew that he couldn't catch up with him, the Golden Wheel Dharma King and Yu Zhenzi glanced at each other, the former threw out three rounds of silver, iron and copper, and the latter released hidden weapons, all of which were aimed at Guo Jing. Guo Jing's heart sank, and just as he was about to echo to resist, Yang Guo had already stopped behind him with a sword.

"Uncle Guo, you go first!"

"How can I ......?"

Without waiting for Guo Jing to finish speaking, Yang Guo interrupted: "You go first, I have a way to get out." ”

Guo Jing's heart sank, knowing that the opportunity was fleeting at this time, so he immediately relented and ran into the distance.

Yang Guo's long sword swung out, and the sword shadows were numerous, blocking all the attacks of the two people.

At the same time, everyone also came forward and surrounded him.

"You go after that Guo Jing, leave this kid to me!"

The Blood Knife Ancestor glanced at the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the others, and looked at Yang Guo with a bloodthirsty and playful smile on his face.

However, when his words fell, the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the others did not move.

"What? Do you want to let that Guo Jing escape? ”

The Blood Knife Ancestor frowned, and couldn't help but scold.

I saw that the Golden Wheel Dharma King said with a solemn expression: "Do you know how powerful this person is?" ”

Obviously, he didn't think that the Blood Knife Ancestor could solve Yang Guo, instead of chasing Guo Jing separately, it was better to solve this son first, after all, in his opinion, Yang Guo was even more dangerous than Guo Jing.

Yu Zhenzi also thought the same way in his heart, looked at Yang Guo and sneered: "This Yang Shaoxia has good martial arts, don't hide it, if you can kill him, it will be a great achievement!" ”

Xiao Xiangzi and the others had all seen each other's power, and they did not chase Guo Jing again.

Yang Guo looked at the people besieging him, and couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise in his eyes: "Seeing that you attach so much importance to me, I have to say that Yang is still very relieved in his heart." ”

"You don't have to provoke me to wait, Yang Guo, you are the one who framed me in Shanhaiguan, right?"

Yu Zhenzi dusted off the dust in his hand and sneered.

The corners of Yang Guo's mouth raised slightly, and he said sarcastically: "I want to deal with you, and I still need to be framed?" ”

Naturally, he wouldn't be stupid enough to admit it.

Yu Zhenzi's eyes showed a cold light, and he snorted coldly: "I see that you don't shed tears if you don't see the coffin, let's do it together!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he took the lead in making a move, and with a wave of dust in his hand, he rolled up Yang Guo's gentleman's sword, and at the same time held the sword in his right hand, which had stabbed him in the chest.

Yang Guo's expression was slightly condensed, and he held the gentleman's sword upward, and then cut off the dust thread like golden wisps, and then the sword body reached in front of him, and the whole person couldn't help but retreat six or seven steps back.

Yu Zhenzi glanced at the dust in his hand that had been cut off most of the dust, and his face was gloomy as water.

Just as Yang Guo retreated, the Blood Knife Ancestor had already swept out from behind him, and put the blood knife in his hand on his shoulder, Yang Guo was about to erect the long sword in front of him, and with a bang, the cold blade of the blood knife had pierced his skin and almost cut his flesh.

The Blood Knife Ancestor lurked behind him, holding the hilt with both hands, and kept pressing down.

Yang Guo's arm trembled slightly, and after holding on for a moment, he suddenly stretched out his left index finger a little back without looking back, and a fierce and swift finger force shot straight towards the face of the Blood Knife Ancestor.

The Blood Knife Old Ancestor's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly turned his head sideways to dodge, but the corner of his eyebrows was still rubbed with a blood mark by the finger, and the blood suddenly dripped into his right eye, blurring his vision.

Yang Guo noticed that the strength in the opponent's hand had decreased, and suddenly broke away from the blood knife, and the long sword swept backwards.

The Blood Knife Ancestor closed his right eye, saw the blade of the sword slashing, and hurriedly retreated in fright, and when he was about to avoid the blade, suddenly the tip of the sword flashed a green light that was a foot long, cutting through his monk's robe, leaving a deep blood mark on his chest, and a string of blood flowers appeared.

The Blood Knife Ancestor was horrified, and finally knew why this group of people were so jealous of Yang Guo, this kid was terrifying in terms of swordsmanship and combat experience.

Without waiting for Yang Guo to continue to kill the Blood Knife Ancestor, Xiao Xiangzi had already put the mourning stick in his hand in front of Yang Guo, and with the expansion of the finger wrench, the rod ended with a wave of black smoke, spewing out a fishy and unpleasant black smoke, and rushed towards Yang Guo's door.

Yang Guo immediately covered his snort, drank "scatter" lightly in his mouth, and performed the lion's roar, and the rolling sound vibrated from his mouth, and the black smoke also dissipated around.

This made the Golden Wheel Dharma King, Yin Kexi and Nemo Xing, who originally wanted to grab it, have to retreat.

Xiao Xiangzi's face changed drastically, he didn't expect Yang Guo to force his poisonous sand in this way, knowing the strength of the other party, he was about to retreat, but Yang Guo's hand had already grabbed his mourning stick, and then the sword light pierced his face, Xiao Xiangzi had no choice but to give up the blade in his hand, but was taken away by the other party.