Among the hundreds of families, although the strength of the farmer is not strong, it is not weak, and it can also be ranked first, if it can be subdued, it is naturally good, but if it can't be subdued, Song Ningzong doesn't feel a pity.

Compared with the Southern Song Dynasty, Mongolia can be described as a frying pan.

On the vast and endless grassland, a group of martial arts people suddenly appeared, one by one, like wild horses that had taken off the reins, running wildly like joy.

"What is this place?"

"Nana's ...... It's been more than an hour, and I haven't even seen a ghost...... What the hell is this place......"

"We are following Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, how did the two of them run so fast, like rabbits, and disappear as soon as they slip through the smoke......"

There are about a dozen people in this line, each holding a sharp weapon in their hands, and at a glance, they know that they are practicing families, and their strength is not weak.

Knock! Knock!

"Listen, there is a voice......

The group suddenly stopped, as if there was a voice.

A man was lying on the ground, his ears were close to the ground, and there was a noise in his ears, and the man's complexion changed suddenly, "It was the sound of horses' hooves, and there were many, no less than a thousand ......."

The group was shocked, "How can there be so many people in this ghost place?"

"Everyone be careful, we don't know who the other party is yet......"

"Woo ......"

After a while, the crowd heard shouting and the deafening sound of horses' hooves, and they looked ahead.

In the eye, a piece of black oppression, where is this a thousand, there are clearly tens of thousands, and this is an army.

The group thought that their martial arts were good, but in the face of such an army, everyone was worried, and they didn't even dare to run.

"What should I do?"

"Don't be rash, let's talk to them later......"

However, this army does not seem to have given them a chance, one by one armed with scimitars, bent bows and arrows.

Xiuxiu......

Countless sharp arrows were fired.

"Bad ......"

"Damn it, kill!"

The other party obviously wanted to kill them all, and if they didn't fight back, there would be only a dead end, and the martial artists of Fengyun Shenzhou were angry and shot one after another.

"Kill!"

A group of people shot one after another.

A sword qi stirred in all directions......

A fist, fierce and impermanent!

........................

Thundered......

Blood splattered, shouts of killing, deafening!

More than a dozen people have used their own skills, this is a contest between life and death, and no one dares to be careless.

In another place, less than a hundred miles away, Shakti was looking in front of him.

In front of him was an army, black and overwhelming, with a minimum number of 20,000, exuding a monstrous murderous aura. Behind them, the mutilated bodies were full of blood, and thousands of people died tragically, to say the least.

The other party was a Mongolian commander, and he had just received a message from Temujin, telling him not to act rashly, and everything would be talked about when he came, and Temujin would be there soon.

The captain was tempted to rush over. Because five thousand of his men have died tragically, all killed by a group of people on the opposite side, and he wants revenge!

It didn't take long for what happened between the Southern Song Dynasty and Mongolia to spread throughout the Kyushu continent.

At this moment, everyone knew that the Bright Moon World and the Fengyun World of the Qin Dynasty had materialized.

The martial artists of the entire Kyushu Continent are not calm, especially those who do not have spirit points in their hands, if they go to these two worlds, it should be easy to get spirit points, such as the blood Bodhi in Lingyun Cave, which is definitely a heaven and earth spirit object, and can be exchanged for spirit points in the Daowu Pavilion.

For a time, countless martial artists flocked to these two worlds.

"Senior Brother Yun, do we still want to move forward?"

On the endless prairie, two figures galloped at extreme speed, as fast as two lightning bolts.

"Since this is a new world, we must figure out this world, otherwise Shenzhou Wulin is afraid that it will fall into a catastrophe again...... Daowukan, we have to go to ......"

These two people are Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, after the two entered Tianlong, on the grassland, caught a Northern Song Dynasty merchant, and learned everything from his mouth, this is the Kyushu continent, but also the Tianlong world.

At the same time, the two also knew that on the Kyushu continent, there was really a Daowu Pavilion.

"It's interesting, it's interesting, the Kyushu mainland, and the embodiment of Kyushu turns out to mean this......"

In a yurt, Temu was really entertaining Shakti and his party.

After Temujin returned, he withdrew his army and did not fight with the emperor and others, if he really fought, I am afraid that he will not be able to keep the emperor.

Although there are many masters on the side of Emperor Shakti, there are also many masters on the side of the Mongolian Iron Cavalry and Temujin, and once they fight, even if they win in the end, they will be a miserable victory.

Both sides are smart people, and they will not fight unless they have to.

Xiongba's mood is very complicated, first he was defeated by Emperor Shakti and had to succumb to him, and now a new world has emerged, and this world is as strong as a forest, and his own strength is not a fart in this world. Moreover, Xiongba also learned of his fate from Temujin's mouth and was killed by Fengyun.

"In this way, this Daowu Pavilion, I can only appear in this world......"

Emperor Shakti thought of Su Dui and the three of them.

"I don't know if King Meng knows a palm technique, as soon as he uses it, there is the sound of the dragon's groan, to the sun and the fierceness......

"Oh, but the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descendant?"

Beside Temujin, a burly man said.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending?"

This burly man is none other than the Mongolian national teacher, the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

If according to the original trajectory, King Jinlun would not be able to be a Mongolian national teacher at this time, but because of the relationship between the divine eagles, Temujin discovered the Golden Wheel and reused it to become a Mongolian national teacher.

"Chamuhe, you can demonstrate!"

"It's a cramped place, so let's go outside and have a look. ”

The people walked out of the yurt and into the open field.

Rise......

A dragon roar, earth-shattering.

Emperor Shakti frowned slightly, "It's true that the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but this power is not as good as the person I have seen, and the eighteen palms of that person's dragon descending palms, I am afraid of it!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King and others were so shocked that even Emperor Shakti was afraid!

In the past few days, there have been fewer martial artists in Daowu City, one is that many martial artists are not strong enough spiritual points and need to earn spiritual points, and the other is because of the bright moon of the Qin period and the embodiment of the Fengyun world, some martial artists go to these two worlds to find opportunities, not only them, but all major forces have sent the Southern Song Dynasty border pass, Song Ningzong stood outside the pass, as if he was waiting for someone, and the previous Tian Hu and other peasant disciples had left and returned to Daqin.

At this time, Song Ningzong got a report that dozens of miles away, a team of people came, including tens of thousands.

Song Ningzong knew, but he was afraid that it was the one who came.

"Your Majesty, according to the report of the spies, fifty miles ahead, there is a checkpoint with troops stationed!"

Qin Shi Huang said in a deep voice: "It's okay, keep going, just want to see what has happened in this heaven and earth?"