Xiangyang City Council Hall.

"Bang!"

It's loud.

The fine iron case, which was more than a foot thick, was slapped by Guo Jing with a light palm, and immediately a huge palm print four or five inches deep appeared, which showed the unfathomable skill of this Wumu descendant, Guo Jing Guo Daxia, one of the five peers in the world.

Now the city of Xiangyang has been divided into three factions, one is the Great Song bureaucracy headed by Lu Wenhuan, who strongly advocates surrender, and the other is the folk masters composed of martial arts people, who strongly advocate going out of the city to fight to the death, and the last row is Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

"Guo Daxia, you can't fight! Now the Great Mongolia Kingdom is coming with Huanghuang Tianwei, it is the destiny of heaven, the Xiangfan battlefield lasted five years, Guo Daxia, and the Huang gang leader have tried their best to win many times, but the current situation, even if Zhuge Wuhou is reborn, Wu Mu will have nothing to do in the next generation!"

The rest of the people all looked at him in unison.

This person is a generation of great Confucians, who have studied science for many years, and when he speaks, he has a demeanor that is neither humble nor arrogant.

It's a pity that if the Mongol army comes in, this person will immediately abandon his demeanor and kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.

"Rong'er has already said about this matter, if there is anyone who shakes the heart of the army, I Guo Jing will not forgive!" Guo Jing looked at Lao Ru angrily, and his eyes were full of light, so shocked that Lao Ru sat down with a ashamed face.

After the discussion, everyone retreated, leaving only Guo Jing, Huang Rong and Guo Poyu.

"Po Yu, you hurry up with the dragon slaying knife, if you don't leave, I'm afraid it's too late. Guo Jing was silent for a while, and suddenly said.

"Father, when you named me Po Lu, you should have known that your son was born for Po Lu, how could he escape?" Guo Po Yu is now in his thirties, and he laughed proudly, without the slightest fear.

"A good Guo Jing, a good Guo Poyu, your Guo family, I admire it tightly, it's a pity, it's a pity!" At this moment, a long whistle suddenly came from afar, although the long whistle was not loud, but the timbre was strong, like a big eagle, the whole mansion was buzzing, and the beggar disciples with lower skills felt a feeling of suffocation, and even fainted several times.

"It's Kublai Khan's protector of France, the younger brother of King Jinlun, and King of the Silver Wheel! Why is he here!" Guo Jing's heart turned a lot of doubts for a while.

"Brother Jing. Suddenly, Huang Rong pulled his clothes and whispered in his ear: "Kublai Khan withdrew from the army during the day today, I deeply felt that there was fraud, and now I have broken in the Silver Wheel Dharma King, I always feel a little uneasy in my heart, could it be someone ..... It's not right, I have long ordered them to guard to the death, unless Lu Wenhuan and they all defect, but Lu Wenhuan has also been fighting against the Tartars for five years, how can it be. Huang Rong said, shook her head again, and denied her speculation.

Regardless of her incomparable wisdom, she can be called a female Zhuge , and she can't think of any deception, at this moment, she can only clean up this silver wheel Dharma King first, and she is thinking about it.

"Rong'er. Guo Jing turned his head and looked at his wife who had walked together for decades, his throat moved slightly, but he didn't say it, he just patted her hand.

"Yinlun Dharma King, since the sixteenth year between him and Senior Brother Ling, Guo has missed it a lot, now that he is in the cold house, he might as well come down and talk about it!"

Thundered!

Guo Jing since sixteen years ago, is already the first-rate master at that time, although because of some concern in his heart, has never been able to break through the innate realm, lock the essence, but decades of internal strength, not lost to anyone, this time exhaled the sound, the internal force transported through the internal organs, a roar out, like a huge stone monument, fiercely pressed down, giving people a kind of majesty of the five peaks.

"Guo Daxia, I'm not the only one who came to the cold house, I don't know if you can tolerate it?" In the distance, there was a long laugh of the Silver Wheel Dharma King, and I heard the beggar disciples guarding outside the mansion, the Great Song soldiers and the people who came to move, and there seemed to be three or four people coming.

I only heard the weapon falling to the ground, and the crackling sound was endless, and I saw a man wearing a Mongolian imperial uniform appear in front of Guo Jing, holding a soldier in armor in his hand, but his head had fallen somewhere.

This man's eyes seem to contain a bottomless abyss, unfathomable, mysterious, as if there is a world in it, and it is still flashing with electric light, with a kind of magic that can see through people's hearts, and he holds a steel spear in his hand.

"It turned out to be Si Hanfei. Guo Poyu suddenly let out a loud laugh that shook the sky, and a terrifying coercion emanated from his body, "Brother Sihan Fei, I haven't seen you for a long time, why don't you learn from each other?"

Si Hanfei is one of the three masters of the young generation of Mongolia, placed in the Central Plains, and is also a hero like Yang Guo sixteen years ago, but Guo Poyu is also the head of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and he has the dragon slaying knife again, and he has fought several times, and he is even the winner or loser.

"Uncle Guo. Si Hanfei said in a hard tone without the slightest emotion, "Xiangyang City, broken, read the love between you and my father, as long as you are soft, I will let you go into hiding." This condition seems to be very tempting.

Xiangyang City is broken?

Thundered!

Woooooo

For a while, in Guo Jing's ears, he heard countless chaotic sounds, the sound of the neat steps of the Mongolian iron cavalry, the sound of the marching horn, the screams of the people, and the loud and small voices of the Mongolian soldiers, all of which poured into his brain like a tide, and Guo Jing's breathing seemed to have stagnated all of a sudden.

"The little monk has seen the golden sword and the horse, the city of Xiangyang is broken, why should the horse resist to the end?" Another master, and slowly paced the steps and walked in, every step, hit the hearts of the people, it was a monk from the Western Regions wearing a red robe, and there was a smell of dust in his eyes, as if he was integrated with heaven and earth.

The Living Buddha of the Western Regions, the Master of the Mongolian Zhenguo, the Eight Masters!

Guo Jing's faces changed slightly, "As early as sixteen years ago, I already said that I am no longer a golden sword horse, Ba Shiba, you go back and tell my nephew, he wants me Guo Jing to be soft and mentally hit the backbone of the Han people, I just can't do what he wants, I still have to die here, and use my blood to tell the world! You can rule a generation of Han people, can you still rule the world?"

"All my great Han people, we must not succumb to the barbarians!"

Guo Jing was stupid and not good at words, but at this time, it was a critical moment, and his brain was very clear, and his words were impassioned and heroic.

"Guo Jing, do you want to know why Xiangyang City suddenly collapsed?" As he spoke, a person walked in again, the person was dressed in black, his breath was as calm as a mountain Junyue, without a trace of expression, and a pair of eyes were like two precious jades and stars.

"Extraterritorial Demon Sect, Demon Master Meng Chixing. Guo Jing's pupils contracted slightly, protecting Huang Rong and Guo Poyu behind him.

This person is the real master!

It is rumored that his cultivation has reached the legendary innate realm of locking the essence and spirit, and those who have reached the innate realm at such an age have only Wang Chongyang throughout the ages, and he is the second person.

"Hahaha. In the room, there was another burst of rough laughter, and the person who spoke was a burly monk with a huge silver wheel in his hand, "Guo Jing, you can't think of it, right? You Xiangyang Governor and dozens of civil servants have all surrendered the city! What else are you resisting?"

"Rong'er, let's kill it first!" The mansion is relatively small, not suitable for using fists and feet, Guo Jing should open the way first, his left hand is the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that are wide open and closed, but the right hand is the empty Ming fist of the sky, as if thousands of troops and horses have been killed.

In an instant, the three of them rushed out, and as soon as they rushed out, they already saw that the entire Xiangyang City had fallen into human purgatory, slaughter, ravage, and all the most terrible things that swept through Xiangyang City, which they had guarded for decades.

"Roar!" Guo Jing only felt that his heart was filled with endless grief and indignation, and let out a long howl that was extremely tragic, and the three of them were already surrounded by dense Mongolian soldiers and several masters.