Lin Pingzhi, who was touching and playing, suddenly remembered an important thing, that is, the large-scale invasion of the Mongols, so what about Zhou Zhiruo at this moment?

After talking to Dongfang Yue about the situation, the two of them didn't stop too much, the figures of the two of them rushed towards that side, the wind was whistling in their ears, the scenery kept passing by on both sides, and after running wildly for about half an hour, Lin Pingzhi and Dongfang Yue walked through the woods.

Along the way, he prayed in his heart that nothing would happen to Zhou Zhiruo.

About another hour or so, standing in front of Han Shui and looking at the scene in front of him, his heart was full of anger, righteous indignation, the anger gathered in his chest was about to burst out, or a step too late, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, full of misery, he didn't expect the Mongols to be so ferocious, what he was most afraid of still happened, only to see many corpses lying by the river, from their clothes, it can be seen that they are ordinary people who fish for a living like Zhou Zhiruo's family.

The limbs were broken, the flesh was blurred, the headless corpses were scattered all over the ground, there were children, adults, old people, women, it was unbearable to see. Hardly a single person is complete.

The blood of the rivers turned bright red.

He closed his eyes and didn't dare to go over to check, he was afraid, he was afraid to see the scene he didn't want to see.

But he knew he had to face it.

With apprehension, he pushed open the door of Zhou Zhiruo's house.

Although there was a mess in front of him, it didn't look like he imagined.

So he rushed out, looking for Zhou Zhiruo's family, and at the same time kept praying for them, hoping that they would just escape.

"Master, these Mongolian Tatars are too hateful, I want to teach them a lesson."

A fifteen-year-old boy with a somewhat pale face stood in the distance and gritted his teeth at the Mongolian soldiers, and said angrily to an old man with white hair and red face beside him.

The look of gnashing teeth showed the anger of the young man.

Just as they were talking, Lin Pingzhi also looked for this side all the way, he didn't see Zhou Zhiruo's figure, although he was anxious, he was also very happy in his heart.

Lin Pingzhi, who came to this side along the river, looked at a small Mongolian force of about thirty people in front of him, slaughtering innocent people, and several Mongolian soldiers had fallen on the ground, who were put down by a man in the field.

Seeing this scene, Lin Pingzhi didn't dare to be too big, and took a thunderous offensive, striking first, with a flick of his wrist, the sword as thin as Zen wings was held in his hand, and he quietly killed two Mongolian soldiers, and blood gushed out.

Covering his wounds, he fell to the ground unwillingly.

And Dongfang Yue on the side didn't help, he knew that the young man in front of him needed an outlet to vent.

The sword drew a graceful arc and attacked and killed those Mongol soldiers, like a soul harvesting machine, mercilessly harvesting their lives wherever it passed.

And these Mongolian soldiers had already reacted from the shock.

After all, it was the soldiers who were fighting on the battlefield, and they decisively abandoned the siege of the young man, and came directly towards Lin Ping's group.

"Good ——!"

Lin Pingzhi sneered, and with his fast body skills, he shuttled back and forth among these soldiers.

Lin Pingzhi's martial arts are not low, many of them almost died before, but they met opponents of the same level, and they were still a group at a time, and under the training of Dongfang Yue during this time, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, of course, he will not take these soldiers in his eyes.

The thin sword of the cicada's wings was like a divine weapon, and the scimitars of the Mongol soldiers were cut off by the touch, and their lives were harvested before they could react.

"Master, you see that this person doesn't know what swordsmanship to use, he is so relaxed and comfortable, and the swordsmanship is even more elegant, it is simply a pleasure.

And that thin sword is so sharp.

Master, can you tell that he is from that sect?

He had never seen swordsmanship like art, so he was so surprised that he hurriedly asked like an old man on the side.

And the old man's eyes were also shining, and he laughed and said: "Wuji, I have lived for a hundred years for my teacher, and it is the first time in my life that I have seen such elegant swordsmanship." ”

"As for that sword, although I can't see what it is, but in terms of the sharpness it shows, it is definitely not inferior to the Heavenly Sword."

The old man's words made the young man's heart set off a huge wave, but he didn't expect that there were still swordsmanship in this world that the master couldn't see the way out.

Lin Pingzhi had already taken these Mongolian soldiers as prey at this time, and when these Mongolian soldiers met him in front of him, they were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, carrying out unilateral slaughter.

Morale was suddenly high on the one hand, and morale was low on the other, and the result can be imagined.

Lin Pingzhi's swordsmanship is indeed elegant and gorgeous, and now he doesn't have a drop of blood on his body, but this lack makes the Mongolian soldiers frightened, elegant swordsmanship, and cold eyes, looking at them is like looking at a dead man.

The young man also seemed to be infected by Lin Pingzhi, and his enthusiasm broke out again, raising the long sword in his hand and killing those Mongolian soldiers.

One by one, the Mongol soldiers fell and were soon slaughtered.

At this time, he glanced at it.

Zhou Zhiruo was seen unconscious next to an old man.

He didn't care what he thought, so he stabbed the old man in the distance with a sword.

And his sword was barely advancing half an inch from a foot in front of the old man.

Dongfang Yue also froze in her heart when she saw this scene, and decisively attacked the old man, but she didn't even notice the existence of this old man just now.

I saw that the old man took out a free hand, and lightly pushed out a palm, and Dongfang Yue was together, it was such a seemingly inconspicuous palm, but it contained wave after wave of palm power.

"Bang ——!"

A sound sounded, and Lin Pingzhi and Dongfang Yue were instantly shocked.

After stabilizing their figures, the two looked at each other. Seeing the disbelief in the other party's eyes, he didn't say it himself, Dongfang Yue's current strength can also be said to be a generation of grandmasters, and he will be lightly defused by someone to defuse the attack.

In his mind, he carefully felt the old man's move just now, as if he didn't mean to attack them, and soon he determined the identity of the other party, the other party's move just now was the tail of the bird in Taijiquan, although it was not the same as what he practiced in his previous life, but he could be sure that this was definitely Taijiquan, and looked at the age of the other party and the little boy next to him, he immediately locked who the other party was.

The age is similar, the scene is similar, and the young people who follow him are also, isn't this plot exactly Han Shui saving Zhou Zhiruo?

This person should be Wudang Zhang Sanfeng.

So he stepped forward with his fists and asked, "The predecessor is Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Zhenren?" ”

When Zhang Sanfeng heard this, he was not surprised that the other party recognized his identity, but the young man looked at Lin Pingzhi in surprise: "This big brother, how did you recognize my master?" ”

Lin Pingzhi did not answer, but hugged his fist towards Zhang Sanfeng and said: "The younger generation has admired your name for a long time, but I didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet Zhang Zhenren today, and I have no regrets in this life." ”

Lin Pingzhi admired Zhang Sanfeng very much in his previous life, whether it was written by Mr. Jin Yong or the TV series he watched in his previous life, according to rumors, Zhang Sanfeng was 147 years old, whether it was really impossible to investigate, but now when he sees his real person, he can be sure that the rumors are true.

It seems that Zhang Sanfeng in this world is also out of the setting of Mr. Jin Yong, under the pen of Mr. Jin Yong, Zhang Sanfeng, the word Junbao, but Guo Xiang's loyal fans, it seems that it is different now, and the current Guo Xiang has not been born, and he almost had a hostile relationship with Huang Rong a few days ago.