It was not only the people in the rivers and lakes who were "scared" by Zhang Wuji's move, but also the Taishi Totoku and the crown prince who were watching the battle in the rear.

The crown prince muttered, "No! No way! Is he a monster? ”

Detachment is not uncommon and strange, he said: "What kind of martial arts is this? Despite some surprise, Tokhtar remained in danger, and then waved the command flag in his hand and ordered all the cavalry who rushed forward to retreat.

After seeing the command flag, the drummer and trumpeter immediately blew the horn of the troops. As soon as the horn sounded, the few remaining cavalry retreated.

Then Tokhtar waved another command flag, and the outpost that received the order immediately beat the drum.

Hearing the sound of drums, the foot soldiers who had been outside immediately formed a defensive phalanx in an orderly manner. As soon as the last cavalry rushed into the formation, the phalanx was closed, and then waited for the next order to escape.

Just when he was detached and dispatched to the army, Zhang Wuji restored his skills to fifty percent.

Although it was only half the force, it was enough for Zhang Wuji.

That sword defeated the Yue Nu swordsmanship of two thousand Yue Jia, Zhang Wuji has not really used it. On this battlefield today, he wanted to try.

When the smoke and dust cleared completely, the Mongolian army that had been assembled before saw the sword-wielding figure in the distance.

Despite their numbers, they were a little weak in the face of the terrible enemy in front of them.

Although they are all battle-hardened warriors who crawled out of the pile of dead. But the opponents they faced before were "people" who would be afraid, would surrender, and would flee.

As for the one standing in front of them, they were a little skeptical about whether it was a "human" or not.

Zhang Wuji looked at the assembled Mongolian army, and he was not timid at all. The fact that the other party did not take the initiative to attack can only show that they are afraid.

After Zhang Wuji calmed down a little, he let out a sigh of relief and made the last relaxation before the war.

Then he shook his stiff neck, looked at the Mongol army in front of him, frowned, and slowly walked towards them.

Seeing Zhang Wuji slowly coming towards them, the Mongolian soldiers who were already holding shields and forming a defensive formation couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Although the weather is not hot now, even the clouds are slowly coming with Zhang Wuji's footsteps. But their sweat still couldn't help but drip down.

Seeing the frightened soldiers, the master stood on the sentry tower and said, "Do you remember the glory of our Mongols? Our ancestors swept across the world, and even Khorezm, the so-called conqueror of the world, fell before us and became our slaves. And the Song people were also conquered by us. If our ancestors could do it, so can we! For the glory of our ancestors, soldiers! Charge! ”

As Totok's words fell, he personally picked up the drumsticks and beat the drums of the charge.

All the way! Hearing the rumbling drums of war, there is also the encouragement of detachment. The Mongolian centurion, standing in the outermost row, shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Long live the immortal heaven!" Out of the line! ”

Hearing the shouts of the Mongolian centurion, the morale of all the soldiers was briefly boosted, and everyone shouted in unison "Long live the immortals".

With this shout, the fear in the hearts of the soldiers was dispelled. Everyone began to be prepared.

Although Zhang Wuji couldn't understand what these Mongolian Tatars were shouting, he also felt that their morale seemed to have been temporarily boosted. I couldn't help but smile.

That's what he wants, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He wanted to use the Heavenly Sword in his hand to knock out the last bit of spirit of the Mongolian soldiers. Let them tremble when they hear the word "Mingzun" in the future, and flee without a fight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but speed up his pace and trot.

Facing Zhang Wuji, who was trotting in, all the Mongolian soldiers clenched the weapons in their hands.

Then Zhang Wuji's pace quickened again, and the Mongolian centurion also gave the order to attack at this time. Even if he was still a little timid in his heart, the morale of the Mongolian army was now high, and under the leadership of their respective centurions, they rushed towards Zhang Wuji in the form of a military formation. Their eyes widened and they shouted loudly.

This earth-shattering shout, if the two armies face each other, can already overwhelm the enemy in terms of momentum and demoralize the enemy army.

But this time they faced only one opponent, one who was confident that they would not lose.

The Mongolian army's phalanx charged up towards Zhang Wuji in turn, and while the phalanx attacked, they immediately dispersed like a fan, and then everyone widened the distance and changed to the attacking "goose-shaped formation" type.

As the name suggests, this formation is like the wild geese going south, they attack in the form of a herringbone, the "head goose" as the vanguard to contact the enemy, and the "wild geese" on both wings quickly move towards the two wings to encircle the enemy, shortening the space where the enemy can make a roundabout.

Soon, Zhang Wuji, who was holding the Heavenly Sword, had already come to the front of the vanguard army. And there was no fear in the eyes of the vanguard army, they all had red eyes and roared at Zhang Wuji. It was as if he was going to eat him in one bite the next moment.

However, in the face of absolute strength, an impotent roar has no effect.

Zhang Wuji raised his left hand, and a palm force of eighteen palms of the dragon descending was struck. This devastating "wind dragon" directly swept away all the Mongolian soldiers who rushed up first, and Zhang Wuji also took advantage of this gap to fight into the formation with a sword.

Zhang Wuji jumped up, stepped on the soldiers, and jumped into the middle of the formation.

The moment he cast a thousand pounds and fell to the ground, the wave of qi released directly shook back several soldiers. Seeing this, everyone quickly gathered around Zhang Wuji's side.

Zhang Wuji no longer kept his hand, after all, this is war, and any benevolent behavior will only bring harm to himself.

Zhang Wuji performed the Yue Nu swordsmanship, holding the Yitian Sword to slash left and right. Despite the high armor rate of this Mongol army, any defense was ineffective in the face of the reforged Heavenly Sword.

Except, of course, the Holy Fire Order.

The battle armor on the Mongolian army was like paper paste in front of the Heavenly Sword and Zhang Wuji's powerful external force. The sword qi of the Heavenly Sword was vertical and horizontal, the cold light flashed instantly, and Zhang Wuji entered the formation, as if entering a no-man's land.

He killed these Mongol soldiers as if they were chopping melons and vegetables. The other side is basically powerless to fight back, and any resistance and resistance is futile.

At this moment, the once invincible Mongolian Tatars felt what "despair" was called this time.

Despair in the face of this invincible opponent.

The blood of the Mongols had completely stained Zhang Wuji's clothes, and even though Zhang Wuji had completely shocked these Mongol Tartars, they were already standing in fear and did not dare to move, or fled directly.

But Zhang Wuji still didn't mean to let them go. As long as the enemies who were close to Zhang Wuji were all tragically killed by his sword.

This time, Zhang Wuji did not spare the slightest hand, nor did he have the slightest mercy, and none of the Mongolian soldiers who died under the Heavenly Sword were complete.

Even some people were turned into five or six pieces by Zhang Wuji, and finally scattered on the ground and mixed with others.

All the surviving Mongol soldiers were frightened by the Shura field in front of them. Some people were even frightened to death.