Phew!

At this time, a long eagle's cry came from the distant sky, and before it stopped, the second eagle's cry had already sounded.

"The voice?"

"How is that possible? Did I hear it wrong? ”

Li Mochou and Ma Yu, who were fighting in the valley, couldn't help but change color, and hurriedly looked towards the sky.

I saw that above the sky, a pair of white eagles fluttered their wings and galloped over.

At the same time, two horses galloped and neighed, like arrows from the string, stepping on the wind and snow.

Wow!

It seemed to be a long run, and the two horses were surrounded by white mist on their mouths, noses and bodies, as if they were driving clouds in the snowstorm.

"Guo Jing?!"

"Their target is Jing'er?"

Ma Yu's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "If Jing'er comes here, then Xiangyang City may have problems." ”

"The Mongols want to divert the tiger from the mountain and attack Xiangyang City on a large scale."

In the long sky, two white eagles fluttered their wings and soared, only to hear a strong and hoarse voice resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"I don't know where the thief took such a lot of trouble to lure me here from Xiangyang? Don't show up yet! ”

However, after Master Zicong, who was standing on the cliff, heard this voice, his face changed suddenly, and he said in a somewhat gloomy tone: "The person who came is not Guo Jing. ”

When everyone around him heard this, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and even Xiao Xiangzi asked with some doubts: "I heard this person's voice strong and powerful, and under the long roar, it is like a thousand armies and horses, roaring in all directions." ”

"Obviously, the combination of internal strength and softness has reached an unbelievable level."

"The person who came has such profound internal skills, and is accompanied by two white eagles, who else can there be if it is not Guo Jing?"

Master Zicong sighed and said, "I have heard about the deeds of this golden sword horse Guo Jing, he is in the prime of life, and he has always been loyal and upright, and his voice must be strong and majestic, full of righteousness. ”

"However, the person who has just had a long howl, although his internal cultivation is also unfathomable, there is a trace of vicissitudes in his voice that cannot be concealed, and he must be an elder who is not young."

As he spoke, he turned around and left without hesitation, "With Guo Jing's character and wisdom, it is impossible to see through my strategy. ”

"I have long heard that Huang Rong, the daughter of Huang Yaoshi in the East China Sea, married Guo Jing as his wife, this Mrs. Guo is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also rich and resourceful, and even got Wu Mu's suicide note, it can be said that women do not let their eyebrows be shaved."

"It seems that this time it was this Mrs. Guo who peeked through my plan, Qiao Huang Rong really lived up to her reputation, she didn't perform in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and she gave me a lesson as soon as she made a move."

"Sure enough, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, so I can't be careless!"

This Master Zicong has a careful layout for his work, one ring after another, and can look at the overall situation with a small and broad view, but he has no heart for gain or loss, and when he sees that things are not good, he immediately withdraws away, without dragging his feet at all.

Especially Huang Rong peeked into his plan, not only was he not angry, but the enemy praised him and alerted himself.

This man's mind and courage are truly extraordinary!

Nemo Xing, who was beside him, asked puzzledly: "Since it is not Guo Jing, who else can drive this pair of white eagles and have such unfathomable internal strength." ”

Master Zicong smiled faintly and said, "If I guess correctly, the person who came should be the Yellow Medicine Master of the East China Sea who participated in the Huashan Sword Debate and was known as the Eastern Evil." ”

"This is Guo Jing's son-in-law, although he is not stationed in Xiangyang City all the year round, but at a critical time, he will inevitably help Guo Jing, which is also a big trouble for us."

He paused slightly when he said this, and instructed the people around him.

"This time it's already so painstaking, if you can't kill Guo Jing, then kill Huang Yaoshi and everyone here first."

"First, we will cut off Guo Jing's arm, and secondly, we will also teach Quanzhen Sect a lesson, we can't move when Qiu is in trouble, and the others will be killed if they are killed."

"As for Li Mochou's head, remember to send it to the royal court, and hang it outside the golden tent when the time comes, so that everyone knows the fate of daring to kill the golden bloodline."

Nemo Xing and Xiao Xiangzi glanced at each other and said in unison, "Yes." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, since Guo Jing has not left Xiangyang, it will be difficult to break through Xiangyang City in a short period of time."

"There is no need for the little monk here, so I will leave first and meet Prince Kublai Khan."

"I'll leave it to you......"

Before he could finish speaking, the whole person had already drifted away.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't show up in person, he came and went without a trace, just plotting behind his back.

However, these martial arts masters present were respectful to him, obeyed his words, and did not dare to slack off a little.

After Master Zicong left, Nemo Xing glanced at the direction where the white eagle was, and snorted coldly and said, "It's a pity that Master Zicong already has a layout, otherwise I would really like to go and meet the East China Sea Yellow Medicine Master, one of the five peers of the Central Plains." ”

Xiao Xiangzi's voice was a little cold and said: "The strength of you and me is only between the best, but that East China Sea Yellow Medicine Master still has to suppress me, even if you are strong, you can't be his opponent." ”

"Don't bother talking here, start as soon as possible, cut off the heads of Ma Yu and Li Mochou, and complete the task of this trip, this is the important thing."

Nemo's pupils widened, and he scolded, "Old zombie, are you going to teach me a lesson?" ”

"Without further ado, I'll kill Li Mochou's disciple first, and then I'll help you."

"Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, he jumped directly from the top of the cliff, and bombarded the cliff wall with a serpentine whip in his hand during the fall, like a giant python jumping between the cliffs, killing towards the bottom of the valley with great speed.

Xiao Xiangzi did not hesitate when he saw this, and also performed light skills and quickly fell from the top of the cliff.

Whining! Whining!

Around the Valley of Broken Intestines, a trumpet suddenly sounded, echoing above the cliffs.

At least thousands of Mongolian elite soldiers with scimitars on their waists and crossbows in their hands appeared on the cliffs on all sides, and the black pressure was like a tide, surging like a tide, without any shouting and killing, and the killing breath on the face made people tremble.

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! ”

With the deafening shouts of killing, the rain of arrows in the sky roared!

Woohoo!

In the midst of countless sound of breaking through the air, an overwhelming rain of arrows swept towards the entire valley, and those Quanzhen disciples who were injured and fell to the ground were all shrouded in it.

Obviously, this is to wipe out all the people in the valley, and kill them all, leaving no one behind.

After the rain of arrows, led by Nemo Xing and Xiao Xiangzi, hundreds of carefully selected masters from the Mongol army surrounded and slaughtered, completely sealing down the entire valley.

Ma Yu's brows furrowed, he couldn't care about acting with Li Mochou anymore, he flew forward, dancing with the dust in his hands, sweeping away a large rain of arrows and protecting the Quanzhen disciples behind him.

Seeing this, Lu Nianchou also moved at the same time, slashing with his left sword and right sword, and even blocked it with his body, as if he was an iron wall, protecting the Quanzhen disciples who fell to the ground behind him.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Even though there were two people guarding them, there were too many arrows that rained down densely, and it was difficult to completely block them, and there were more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples who were directly frozen through their bodies by iron arrows.

"Ah...... Ah......h

"It hurts!"

"I don't want to die......"

Accompanied by the crimson blood splashes and the tragic wails of pain, more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples were directly shot into a hornet's nest by iron arrows, their flesh and blood blurred, and they died tragically on the spot.

"Retreat behind the boulders under the cliffs of the valley!" Ma Yu roared angrily as he moved his hand to sweep away the rain of arrows with a dust.

The Quanzhen disciple who survived by luck changed his complexion violently, his momentum fell to the freezing point, he was full of fear and despair, he could no longer care about the injuries on his body, and hurriedly hid behind the mountain rocks.

Li Mochou saw it in his eyes and was silent, but he didn't help.

She has no friendship with the Quanzhen Sect, and there were still many conflicts before, and the reason why she agreed to cooperate with Ma Yu just now was only for the sake of Lu Nianchou's face.

But if she wants to save these Quanzhen disciples who have just shouted at her to kill, it is a fantasy!

Li Mochou, the red refining fairy, has never been a good man and a woman, she will repay her eyes and be ruthless, this is her true color.

The rain of arrows on the cliffs on all sides has just ended.

Da! Da! Da!

At the entrance to the valley, hundreds of Mongol cavalry stood silent as a rock behind the woods, only to strike at this point.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

Hundreds of cavalry are the real elite of the Mongol army, like a rock breaking the earth, while the war horses rush out, draw their bows and shoot arrows, bursting out a wave of arrows in the shortest possible time.

On the cluster of iron arrows, there was even a highly poisonous quenching, flashing a dark luster, piercing the sky in an instant, pulling out the breaking sound of the ghost crying wolf, like a torrential rain covering the valley.

These hundreds of Mongolian cavalry are skillful in bow and horse, with amazing arm strength, strong bows opened, and can shoot through iron armor within 100 steps.

Locked all the dodging directions in the valley, there is no way to escape, there is no escape.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Quanzhen disciples were pierced through their bodies by iron arrows and died tragically on the spot.

Those Quanzhen disciples who had not been hit by the iron arrow let out a hysterical wail of pain, the arrow was quenched with poison, and the flesh and blood that had been shot were rotting and spreading to the rest of their bodies.

Such a tragic end made the hearts of all the Quanzhen disciples who survived by luck like ashes, full of fear and despair.

"There are too many enemies......"

"We're dead!"

"Dead, dead!"

"Can't escape......

"It's all his fault, it's all Lu Ying's evil obstacle!" Zhao Zhijing was lucky and hid behind a huge mountain rock, but survived.

He scolded angrily: "If he hadn't insisted on going his own way and killing Prince Huodu at that time, it would be impossible for so many fellow disciples to die tragically today." ”

"He wants to be a hero himself, but so many people who want to kill him are buried together, it's really a disaster."

"If I want to see it, I should have killed him first, and gave the heads of their master and apprentice to the Mongols, so that we would be able to survive."

As soon as these words came out, even in the countless shouts of killing, one could feel that the eyes of many Quanzhen disciples were looking at Lu Nianchou imperceptibly.

"Zhao Zhijing, don't bewitch the crowd." Yin Zhiping saw that the thoughts of those Quanzhen disciples were floating, and some even had murderous intent bursting out of their eyes, and couldn't help but scold sharply.

"Now that the enemy is pressing, it is time for us to work together to fight the enemy and tide over the difficulties."

"What is your intention in provoking infighting like this?"

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but said coldly: "If you want to tide over the difficulties with others, it depends on whether others are willing or not!" ”

"Many of his classmates died tragically just now, but Li Mochou watched it but was not moved at all."

"I think they are both masters and apprentices, I'm afraid they want us all to die here, right?"

Yin Zhiping was speechless for a while, seeing that the Quanzhen disciple was breathing heavily, the atmosphere became more and more tense, and his heart became more and more impatient.

With the strength of these people, even if they attack Li Mochou and Lu Nianchou's master and apprentice, they will only send them to death.

Now the reason why their killing intent is boiling is just that they were frightened by the Mongols who killed from all directions, and they were provoked by Zhao Zhijing, so they were dizzy.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness, and he said loudly: "Fellow disciples, everyone knows that Master Qiu once had a friendship with the previous Mongolian Great Khan, and everyone in Mongolia respects my Quanzhen Sect very much. ”

"There is no grudge between my Quanzhen Sect and Mongolia, but it is only Lu Ying's evil obstacle that killed Prince Huodu, which caused today's disaster."

"But now that Lu Ying has apostasy, why should we bear this monstrous disaster for him, and even implicate countless fellow disciples in the tragic deaths."

When he said this, he looked around quietly, and found that almost all the Quanzhen disciples were full of righteous indignation, full of resentment and even murderous intentions towards Lu Nianchou, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

"In my opinion, it is better for us to surrender the Mongols together, and kill Li Mochou and Lu Ying's apprentices with them."

"In this way, not only can the disaster of killing be solved, but even the great calamity brought to the Quanzhen Sect by the death of Prince Huodu can also be exempted."

"Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds? When the time comes, we will be the heroes of the door. ”

"What do you think?"

As soon as Zhao Zhijing's words came out, those Quanzhen disciples looked at each other and hesitated for a while.

You must know that almost all of Quanzhen's disciples are Han Chinese, although their backgrounds are different, but in the bottom of their hearts, they are also full of powerlessness and sorrow for the Mongols who are now wreaking havoc in the north, their hometowns are sinking, and the mountains and rivers are broken.

On weekdays, they hide in the mountains and cultivate, just open one eye and close one eye, but now they want to surrender directly to the Mongols, for a while, their minds are hesitant, where can they make up their minds?

Yin Zhiping never thought that Zhao Zhijing would have such a rebellious idea, he could no longer bear it, drew his sword out of the sheath and scolded sharply: "Zhao Zhijing, if you dare to bewitch the public again, I will kill you with a sword and eliminate harm for the master." ”

……

Just when the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were fighting among themselves, a thin monk in a yellow monk's robe was holding a golden wheel and blocked the valley.

It was the so-called retreat, but in fact he was ordered by the emperor to cooperate with Kublai Khan's Golden Wheel Dharma King.

His face was calm, and he looked at the two horses galloping in the distance.

His understanding of the martial arts people in the Central Plains is not as detailed as that of Master Zicong, but just listening to the long howl just now, he can know that the martial arts of the person who came are strong and will not be below him.

It is a rare rival in the world!

The Golden Wheel Dharma King looked up, and saw that above the horse in front of him, there was a tall and thin blue-robed strange man, with a blank look on his face, like a living person, and like a zombie, a robe hunting in the wind, rushing towards this place.

On the other horse, it was a girl who looked sixteen or seventeen years old, slender and graceful, especially the beautiful goose egg face was as white as snow, and very delicate.

From a distance, the girl was holding a jade flute, with a slender waist and a light body, galloping with the horse under her crotch, as if she was about to fly.

"The Protector of the Lower Mongolian Kingdom has been waiting for Your Excellency here for a long time!"

Seeing the two horses galloping towards him, and in the blink of an eye, he was close to the front, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King spoke, and his voice was like thunder, resounding in all directions.

(End of chapter)