Chapter 407: Fragmentation (27) Destruction (II)

When Wang Zhi and his people rushed down the mountain from Chongyang Palace, the scene that everyone saw in front of the mountain gate was like this: the ground was full of corpses of Quanzhen disciples in gray robes, and one after another strong war horses were constantly trampling on their bodies; among them, some of them had been trampled into a puddle of flesh and mud, and the flesh and blood on their bodies were blurred, and they could not even distinguish the various parts of their bodies; the blood merged into a small river that flowed endlessly, flowing along the mountain to the foot of the mountain, making a crisp "whoosh" The Mongolian cavalry on the horses playfully shook their horses' heads back and forth, laughing and talking to each other from time to time, and the eyes of the Quanzhen disciples who were standing in place with blood covered in blood and their faces full of horror were full of joy and contempt, as if they were just carrying out an ordinary hunt on the grassland at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Cui Zhifang's heart ached, and his eyes were suddenly filled with tears, because among the fourth-generation disciples who were being besieged, there happened to be apprentices of his lineage. Seeing what he saw and what his heart wanted, Cui Zhifang suddenly couldn't press the impulse in his heart anymore, and just wanted to rush out of the team to save his disciples, but at this moment, those Mongolian cavalry suddenly waved the scimitars in their hands together.

The sunlight refracted on the shiny blade, emitting a cold and dazzling light. This light seems to be able to penetrate any obstacle in the world and reach the bottom of people's hearts, and even Cui Zhifang, who was in the distance, couldn't help but tremble in his eyes. But in just a blink of an eye, these knife lights disappeared without a trace, but a thick blood mist immediately rose in mid-air, accompanied by the dull sound of "poof" and "poof" knives entering the flesh, completely interpreting this killing feast under the daylight to the extreme. It was just a round of slashing, and even before some of the Mongolian cavalry who were standing a little further away had time to make a move, the Quanzhen disciples standing in the field had all been cut down to the ground, completely integrated into the blood-colored sea in front of the mountain gate, and they could no longer distinguish between you and me.

Looking at this scene, Ah Shu's raised right hand finally slowly fell. He smiled slightly, looked at the team that had already stepped on the mountain gate avenue, and nodded to Wang Zhitan and the others who were in the lead, as if all this that had just happened in front of him was just an old friend gathering and greeting each other. Seeing this, Cui Zhifang couldn't help but roar heartbreakingly, and those who had the same reaction as him included Wang Zhitan, Li Zhichang and others.

In fact, at this time, they were already standing on the avenue in front of the mountain gate, and they were only a stone's throw away from the mountain gate where the battle was taking place, and when they saw that their disciples were in danger, they even hoped to be able to save them. But at this time, looking at everything in front of them, they realized that the reason why the Mongolian army kept the last group of people to surround and not kill them just now was to wait for their own arrival, so they killed them all in front of their own people, like slaughtering chickens and cattle. This move is undoubtedly the greatest insult and contempt to the Quanzhen Sect. Looking at Ah Shu, who was sitting on horseback with his head held high and his face full of smiles, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect suddenly fell into madness.

There is no need to order, and there is no need to command, all the Quanzhen disciples have only one goal in their hearts at this moment, that is, to kill the Mongols regardless of everything! At this moment, their grief over the death of their fellow disciples and their unforgettable hatred for the enemy have surpassed everything, and even Guo Sanquan and Yu Jingmin, who are in the rivers and lakes, after witnessing the scene just now, are also deeply gnashed at this behavior of the Mongolian army that does not care about morality at all, and the anger in their chests is unquenchable, and they also rush forward. Although there are deceitful and intriguing in the rivers and lakes, and there are also so-called "devils" who act in a perverse and old-fashioned manner, no matter how out of the ordinary they are, they will not be able to do the same thing as they did just now, treating dozens of lives as grass and slaughtering them all with a wave of their hands. In the martial arts where the word "righteousness" comes first, this has gone beyond the scope of appalling, and it is not too much to say that it is angry and resentful.

And seeing that everyone on the Quanzhen Sect side had red eyes, and rushed over as if they were not going to die, Ah Shu grinned, knowing that the plan was effective, and immediately pointed his scimitar at the sky and attacked with a shout. After a few days of fighting, Ah Shu has figured out the routine of the Quanzhen Sect, and knows that although this group of rabble has limited combat effectiveness, after all, they have been roaming the rivers and lakes all year round, and their awareness and ability to save their lives are still very high. However, the terrain on the South Mountain is precipitous, easy to defend and difficult to attack, if the Quanzhen Sect is determined to hold on, he really has no good ideas for a while. Therefore, Ah Shu came up with such a trick to lure the snake out of the hole, and killed their disciples in front of the True True Sect, so as to force the other party to fight to the death.

After all, the Quanzhen Sect is only a sect of rivers and lakes, and it does not know how to use troops and strategies, nor does it know how to attack. At this moment, if they can suppress the grief in their hearts, stubbornly hold on and not attack, and at the same time take advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and cutting-edge combat power to organize masters to attack and kill important generals in the Ashu army at night, then in a few days, the upper and lower ranks of the Ashu army will definitely be unbearable, even if they do not retreat, at least they have three scruples, which can relieve some pressure on the enemy. But now, everyone is carried away by hatred, and they are just hitting each other with hard, but they are really hitting stones with eggs. But at this point, how many people can realize this? At this moment, in their minds, they only think of the rivers and lakes, but they do not expect that this is no longer the rivers and lakes.

Ah Shu doesn't care about that. When he saw that the fighter plane he had been waiting for for for a long time finally appeared, he was overjoyed and immediately dispatched troops to defeat the enemy in one battle. As for the Quanzhen Sect's side, the anger of revenge filled everyone's hearts at this moment, even exceeding the belief in protecting the family and defending the country. In front of the huge mountain gate, there was another bloody storm in the blink of an eye.

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Chongyang Palace.

Wan Yanping was anxiously walking around the room, and the huge shouts of fighting in front of the mountain gate made her uneasy, and even faintly gave birth to a hint of fear.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, followed by a gray-robed Dao Gu walking into the room, and asked directly: "Senior sister, there is a message from the mountain, telling us to send reinforcements immediately, what should we do?"

Wan Yanping frowned, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. In fact, she had foreseen this choice in her heart, but because it was too difficult, it was delayed for a long time, and she did not get a suitable answer for a long time. But now, the situation in front of her has obviously reached the moment of decision, and she must now make a choice.

For the Quanzhen Sect, Wan Yanping actually has a deep feeling, after all, from the time she was still very weak, she worshiped under Sun Fuji's seat, and until now, she can be regarded as one of the best masters in the martial arts, which is inseparable from the careful cultivation of the master. It was also here that she felt a lot of sincerity and warm care that she had never felt before, which made her gradually forget her hatred and learn to be tolerant. All the bits and pieces of the past have surged into her heart at this moment, turning into a soft twist around her fingers, and her thoughts are unforgettable.

But suddenly, a figure suddenly jumped into her mind, so firm, so clear.

Xiao Yao, for this man, sometimes, Wan Yanping can't even be sure whether he really existed in his life, but once he thinks about it, the kind of satisfaction and happiness that fills his heart is real, and it is not false at all. Thinking of the promise he had made to himself, and the note in the palm of his hand at this moment, which only had four words "waiting for an opportunity", Wan Yanping couldn't help but close her eyes. For her, if there is really such a person in this world who can make her give up a city for a him, then this "he" is none other than Xiao Yao.

After a moment of silence, Wan Yanping finally made up her mind. She said slowly: "Inform the disciples guarding the Chongyang Palace to retreat quickly from the back mountain!"

The gray-robed Daoist looked at Wan Yanping in shock, but after seeing the determined look in her eyes, she still had to come out as ordered and tell Wan Yanping's decision. For this decision, the remaining disciples were very confused, and some even had some resistance, after all, this move was tantamount to completely abandoning Chongyang Palace, and once Chongyang Palace was occupied, the century-old reputation of the "Quanzhen Sect" would be ruined. However, at this critical moment, Wan Yanping's prestige that she deliberately established on weekdays was finally revealed, and at this time, when faced with the problem of the life and death of the sect, but no one could come up with a countermeasure, her words seemed very weighty. Wan Yanping, who knew this well, stepped forward and convinced the crowd with one word, almost relying on her own strength, and finally suppressed all the doubts. When she quietly left Zhongnan Mountain with the only remaining group of people from the Quanzhen Sect, no one could understand the feelings in her heart at that moment.

Without Yan Ping's help, the Quanzhen Sect side would no longer have any strength that could resist Ah Shu. The battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and as the westerly sun shone through the dense jungle and on the mountains of corpses, the warm golden sun gilded the cold corpses with a gentle color. If you didn't look at their hideous faces and horrific scars on their bodies, you might think they were just asleep.

I just fell asleep.