Under the Sword Shrine.

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at the wooden house on the right, but saw a tall black-haired young man standing quietly in the middle, a close-fitting lined robe waving in the wind, black silk swaying like a snake, and a pair of indifferent eyes couldn't help but look at the first three hundred Mongolian warriors.

It's not that Pei Bin hasn't seen Dongzhang before, but when he met this person at close range today, his beating heart couldn't help but get a little faster, and an emotion called nervousness filled his whole body in an instant.

Obviously, the number of people on his side is hundreds of times that of the other party, but somehow, when he sees this man, his heartbeat can't help but increase a lot faster, and even Pei Bin doesn't dare to face it with that look at the world.

Not only him, but also the three hundred carefully selected Mongolian warriors also did not dare to breathe at this man who was like a demon god descending into the world, after all, the shadow of the famous tree of people, Dongzhang's deeds had already been spread in the Mongolian camp.

At that time, many pro-soldiers had witnessed the strength of this man, and the veterans who survived by luck dreamed that they could wake up in a dream that the situation at that time was that this man, with a black knife, took his guards among thousands of troops and horses as light as picking up things, even if there were many people at the beginning, they did not feel the slightest sense of security.

Because this man is so powerful and ghostly, if it weren't for the countless desperate soldiers who fought to protect each other that day, Kublai Khan might not have seen the sun the next day, and the Mongol Empire would have lost a wise monarch in the future.

Ba Sipa, as early as when the man appeared, he had already looked up at the comer, no more than before, and at this moment his face also had a trace of solemnity, because he couldn't see through this man, in his eyes, the level of personal strength was probably known at a glance.

This is also the ability he has practiced since he was a child, and there are some similarities with what Buddhism said about his heart, which can be said to be from the XZ generation without a miss, and a look at it accurately.

But now, he can't see through the man in front of him, whether it is physical characteristics or spirit, Dongzhang is like an ordinary man who doesn't know martial arts at all.

For the first time, Phags-pa felt bottomless in his heart.

"Your Excellency is Dongzhang?"

Parting the crowd, the strategist Zicong took two steps forward and gave his hands in praise.

The two sides negotiated, and the strategists went first, which has always been this practice, and although Zicong was shocked, he did not panic.

Call!!!

As soon as the words fell, Zicong felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, only to hear the sound of drawing a sword behind him, and a man was already standing silently in front of him, staring at himself calmly with a pair of half-squinted eyes.

"You can't, change your master."

Ignoring the Mongolian warriors who drew their swords in unison in front of him, Dongzhang tiptoed a little, and the figure flew away in an instant, as if it had no weight, and landed lightly on the wooden table under the pergola.

This back and forth was actually just in the blink of an eye, and many Mongolian warriors even drew only half of their long swords, and Dongzhang had already sat down at the wooden table.

Pei Bin, who was the leader, felt even more discouraged, Dongzhang actually walked through his side so straight, and he hadn't been able to react, what a shocking light feat?

If he wants to kill, who can stop him?

Drops of cold sweat unconsciously crossed his face, and Pei Bin's heart began to be bottomless.

Swallowing nervously, Zicong naturally heard the meaning of Dongzhang's words, that is, his own weight was not enough, and Kublai Khan came to talk about it.

Although he was secretly annoyed that the other party did not play cards according to the routine, he quickly straightened out his thoughts and said: "That's natural." ”

As he spoke, he pressed his chest with one hand, bowed down and pulled his arm out and said respectfully: "Please prince." ”

After speaking, all the Mongolian warriors knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "Please prince." ”

Taking the wine jug handed by Zhang Yiyu, Dongzhang looked at the team with great interest, he had never seen Kublai Khan, and he was naturally curious about this generation of Ming Jun.

The little county lord behind him was even worse, a pair of big eyes were already staring at the boss, staring at the square team opposite, for fear of missing the slightest.

Under the gaze of Quan Zhen Liuzi and others, a young man with a white face slowly stepped out of the middle of the team, dressed in Han costumes and dressed as a Confucian student, and was walking to the bottom of the pergola without hurrying.

"I'm Kublai Khan, Dongzhang, how can I let my sister go."

Kublai Khan stopped three zhang away from the pergola, and behind him were the two people who followed him, Pasipa and Pei Bin.

"Huh. It turned out to be you kid. ”

Tilting his head and pouring a sip of spirits, Dongzhang shook the flask in his hand and laughed softly.

"Brother can't!!"

Without waiting for Kublai Khan to answer, the little county lord behind Dongzhang was already anxiously shouting.

Without stopping her shouting, Dongzhang looked at the opponent with interest, wanting to see if this legendary king of the later generation had the courage.

The latter's face was slightly silent when he heard this, and then he ignored the obstruction of the little county lord, and walked to the pergola opposite, although he tried very hard to walk steadily, but the slightly stiff muscles still betrayed him, and at this moment, he was still a little nervous.

"How?"

Standing in front of Dongzhang, Kublai Khan said softly.

"Heheheheha

First laughed softly, then laughed loudly, and laughed wildly, Dongzhang laughed unscrupulously.

Everyone was so confused by his play that they didn't understand why they laughed inexplicably?

Kublai Khan, who was standing in front of him, had a white face, his lips trembled a little, and at this moment, only the little county lord behind Dongzhang raised his eyebrows, and she felt a little uneasy.

"The play is good, but you are not Kublai Khan, right?"

Finally stopped smiling, Dongzhang raised his eyes to look at Kublai Khan, who was obviously surprised, and said slowly.

"Presumptuous! This king is the person you are looking for, let's say, how are you doing?! ”

"Hahaha

"Bastard! You are not allowed to insult my brother!! ”

The little county lord immediately reprimanded with a coquettish voice.

Shaking his head, Dongzhang looked through Kublai Khan in front of him, and stared closely at the three hundred Mongolian warriors standing five zhang away.

The eagle's eyes were as sharp as eagle's eyes, and those who were staring directly at him all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them, and when he saw the first young samurai at the back of the crowd who quickly bowed his head, Dongzhang suddenly laughed.

"Where are you?"

After speaking, the figure swayed, and the body had disappeared on the bench.

"Tojo !!"

This was the anxious call of the little county lord behind him.

Pei Bin bore the brunt of Dongzhang's abnormal movement, but he was still a step slower, and just about to wave his hand to stop it, Dongzhang had already passed through his side at a very fast speed, so he had to turn around and shout anxiously: "Array!! ”

As he spoke, he immediately lifted his breath and ran to the team.

Dongzhang's speed was very fast, and an afterimage came out quickly, Pei Bin had no ability to stop him at all, but just because he couldn't does it doesn't mean that others can't either.

Just when Dongzhang just moved, the Ba Si Pa on the side had already quickly stepped back, and everyone saw that a black shadow was suddenly inserted between a cross-cutting white line, blocking the way of the white shadow.

Bang!!!!

A deafening sound suddenly sounded, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears and squat on the ground to protect their bodies.

But seeing that in the middle of the field, a black shadow was not slow in front of the white shadow, it was the quickly intercepted Ba Sipa, at this moment he slammed his palms towards Dongzhang, and the seemingly ordinary palm power contained a momentum that was matched.

The latter kept raising his palm to respond, and the two sides were sealed, and even if a terrifying wave of air erupted, the gravel on the ground couldn't help but fly away.

As soon as they were paired, the calm face of Ba Si Pa had changed slightly, Dongzhang's palm power was rare in the world, and there was an extremely domineering hot true qi inside.

Bang bang!!!

Ba Si Pa already thinks that his divine power is incomparable, but he is still particularly inferior to Shang Dongzhang, so he has to use his strength to spin and hang in the air, and he can't help turning over and unloading his strength, like a flying spinning top.

At that time, the palms of the two were still close together, but one was still and the other was turning over and spinning in the air.

But when he heard a loud bang, countless black cloths cracked and splashed, and his palms split, and Pas-pa flew to the ground and took seven steps backwards, waiting for the dust to disperse.

Everyone saw that there was an inch-headed Tibetan monk standing in front of Dongzhang, and the clothes on his body had already been shattered by the palm force, revealing his strong and swarthy upper limbs, his skin was abnormally dry and cracked, and his thin back muscles were tattooed with a dazzling array of Buddhist stone pillars, and the most eye-catching was the lifelike Jizo King Bodhisattva.

"Oh, kind of interesting."

(End of chapter)