Zhou Mengdie's knowledge of the sea has formed the illusion of the heavens and ten thousand Buddhas, they recited the Sanskrit sound of great compassion, when Zhou Mengdie was about to cut off the flagpole with a sword, but in an instant, he knew the soul in the sea.

His figure froze, and all movements stopped, but the trumpets did not think to let him go. After putting down the butcher's knife, perhaps instead of becoming a Buddha, you may face the wrath of the Buddha.

Zhou Mengdie's eyes were empty, and even the Sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand became dim.

At the last moment, Zhou Mengdie's heart let out a violent roaring sound, like a flood bell Dalu, which resounded in Zhou Mengdie's sea of knowledge.

The divine soul that was originally kneeling in front of the Buddhas with a reverent face suddenly regained a trace of clarity, and a sneer appeared on his face when he looked at the gods and Buddhas in the sky. An iron sword appeared in his hand, and the iron sword derived from the will and indomitable spirit of the horseman was tightly held in his hand, and slashed towards the gods and Buddhas.

In the outside world, the sword of the Son of Heaven in Zhou Mengdie's hand was once again golden and prosperous, and it instantly bloomed with a thousand zhang of light, turning into a hundred zhang in size, and a sword slashed towards the great sun in the sky.

A sword had just been slashed, but Zhou Mengdie's eyes were full of light, and the flying swords that had become dull and dull bloomed with all kinds of brilliance, slashing towards the Mongolian masters and Mongolian horns that rushed in all directions.

The sword of the Son of Heaven instantly slashed the Great Sun Rulai to pieces, and after the trumpet led by him sang a Buddha horn, he put down the rosary in his hand, and took a vajra from somewhere, and his expression moved, turning into an angry-eyed Vajra. The vajra in his hand instantly transformed into the size of dozens of zhang. Together with hundreds of speakers, they smashed towards Zhou Mengdie's face.

Zhou Mengdie did not entangle with him. Throwing the sword of the Son of Heaven into the sky, the iron sword instantly jumped into his hand, his body was like electricity, and he instantly came to the banner of the Mongolian king, and the sword in his hand was raised high.

Just when the field where the sword of the Son of Heaven broke out and dozens of vajra and demon slaying pestles were connected, the royal banner facing the Mongol Great Khan instantly fell to the ground.

A smile appeared on Zhou Mengdie's face, but he let out a loud roar with his true qi: "The Great Khan of Mongolia is dead, the Great Khan of Mongolia is dead." The Great Khan of Mongolia is dead" shook for hundreds of miles, and the Mongolian soldiers hurriedly turned their heads to look at the Wang Qi, and there was still the shadow of the Wang Qi.

The Mongol army, which was gradually forming a counterattack, collapsed in an instant, exclaiming: "The Great Khan is dead" and then scattered in all directions.

Seeing that the great forces had been made, the great masters and masters in Mongolia abandoned the masters of the Central Plains and fought and retreated. Zhou Mengdie cut off the Wang Qi, and after shouting three more times, the horn joined forces to impact the Ten Thousand Swords Realm, and one pestle after another became stronger and stronger.

A crack was smashed into the sword of the Son of Heaven. A mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of Zhou Mengdie's mouth, but the sword in his hand did not stop, slashing towards the horns.

The sword spirit in the Sword of the Son of Heaven seemed to be enraged as well. There was a strange 'buzz' sound, and the golden light on the sword body was sheng. Countless flying swords under its command struck at the horns that formed a formation.

The faces of this group of Mongolian monks also showed a look of horror, and they worked together to hold up a golden light shield to block the flying sword. The leader of the trumpet sighed, recited a Buddha name, and jumped to the side of the Mongolian Great Khan, grabbed his shoulder with the drum, and woke him up from his state of selflessness.

"Great Khan, you can't do anything, retreat!" As soon as his words fell, he didn't care about the reaction of the Mongol Great Khan, and pulled him to retreat towards the steppe.

The Mongols are gone, and even the sound of the golden drum is no longer sounding. The Mongol warriors, who were strong in martial arts, fled first, while the weaker soldiers fell behind.

In order to be able to break through for themselves, the Mongolian cavalry did not care about the surrounding compatriots and galloped wildly.

Millions of troops scattered and fled, and the defenders of Xiangyang pursued for hundreds of miles, and some masters even chased and killed thousands of miles. In the end, the blood of the Mongols dyed this land crimson, and Zhou Mengdie didn't care about the slight injuries he received, and chased the Mongolian Khan for thousands of miles, until the horn led by him sacrificed dozens of masters to intercept Zhou Mengdie, and then dragged him down.

After killing dozens of horns, Zhou Mengdie looked at the iron sword in his hand and sighed: "When the puppet is angry, blood is splashed five steps." Although you have no earth-shattering power, you are the most suitable for my heart. ”

At this moment, his mind suddenly moved, and he immediately spoke: "From today onwards, I will name you the 'Sword of the Shuren'." ”

Since then, Zhou Mengdie's name of killing gods has been introduced to the grassland from the rout, causing his feminine-sounding name to stop Mongolian children from crying at night.

A few days later, Zhou Mengdie returned to Xiangyang City covered in blood, looking at the masters of the rivers and lakes and the guards of Xiangyang who came to welcome him into the city, a trace of pride appeared on his face. He is worthy of Guo Jing's dying entrustment, and from then on, before the next Huashan Sword Debate, he will personally guard Xiangyang. After thinking about it for a while, he finally sent someone to send a flying pigeon to send the news to the Haoqi Sect in Zhongzhou.

Zhou Mengdie was not good at governing the army, so the military and political affairs in Xiangyang City were handed over to Xu Shu, the military advisor of Xiangyang, who was originally trusted by Guo Jing, and the Xiangyang guards, who had always been not very popular.

A few months later, large carts drove towards Xiangyang City, and on them sat the young disciples of the Haoqi Sect.

For this northward move of the Haoqi Sect, Zhuang Guoping has also thought deeply. Because it is the imperial capital of the Great Song Dynasty, the Southern Vermilion Bird District was pacified by the Great Song Dynasty, and now it can be regarded as the unification of the Central Plains, and the comfortable life will consume the ambition and enthusiasm of the disciples.

He sat on the carriage full of martial arts cheats with Zhou Ying, Wuji and others, quietly listening to the sound of the axle crushing the ground. Zhou Mengdie made a promise to Yongzhen Xiangyang, which is the courage of the country and the people.

As his father, Zhuang Guoping naturally supported him unconditionally, so he did not hesitate to choose to migrate to Haoqi Sect and go to guard Xiangyang with Zhou Mengdie. A person may gradually grow old over time, or soar to the Flood Desolation Realm as his cultivation improves, but a sect can always pass on the ambition of the defending side.

Yongzhen Xiangyang will not only be Zhou Mengdie's promise, but also the promise of the entire Haoqi Sect.

Although there are many hot-blooded men in Xiangyang now, and heroes from all directions are also heroes, there is also a flock to Xiangyang. However, the trend of the martial arts chaos has gradually come to the fore, and in a few years, what will happen to the Central Plains? This is something that no one can say.

In Xiangyang City, Wanqing and Qi Tian found Zhou Mengdie together. After not seeing her for a few years, Wanqing's great revenge was avenged, and because the phoenix fruit balanced the six yin true qi in her body, her personality was a lot more cheerful. Now that he has the cultivation of the middle and late stages of the Great Grandmaster, Zhou Mengdie secretly admires that it is worthy of the Six Yin Absolute Veins.

Qi Tian was a little weird, and his strength had reached the point where he was on par with the peak masters of the Great Grandmaster, and there was a trace of the aura of a wild beast on his body. When he first appeared by Zhou Mengdie's side, he involuntarily jumped into his hand among the people in his body.

Now, Zhou Mengdie's Ten Thousand Swords have been completed, and after the last bloody battle with the Mongols, the Sword of the Shuren and the Sword of the Son of Heaven seem to have accepted each other, and there is no scene of you appearing on the stage to strike, which makes Zhou Mengdie's heart secretly happy At the same time, he also began to worry about the next practice.

The Sword of the Son of Heaven seems to have the possibility of becoming stronger, just after he succeeded Guo Jing and became the 'co-master' in the minds of the soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang City, he found that there seemed to be a mysterious purple gas in the sea of knowledge, and began to slowly temper the sword intent transformation and supreme sword heart in his sea of knowledge.

However, the effect of tempering the sword of the Son of Heaven is not significant, but it has strengthened a lot of the ten thousand sword realm that I don't know how to strengthen next, and the sword intent transformation condensed by killing, bloodthirsty, guarding, courage, etc., began to increase rapidly, and the other ten thousand sword sword intents also had more or less enhancements and changes when Zhou Mengdie promoted the mystical gas sharpening.

In September, the Haoqi Sect migrated to Xiangyang City. The city guard specially selected a clean place in the city as the station of the Haoqi Sect, and at the same time, the people in the city also spontaneously built a magnificent building for the Haoqi Sect.

After thanking the people in the city, Zhou Mengdie moved into the new Haoqi Sect, listening to the children's morning reading every day, and then teaching some of them martial arts, and in his spare time, he used the newly produced purple gas to sharpen his sword intent and enhance his own strength. He had a feeling that after three years, his Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect would definitely be truly successful, and at the top of Huashan, after facing a Dongying woman who had an appointment with him, he might be about to fly to the Flood Desolation Realm.

It seemed that she felt Zhou Mengdie's intentions, and Wanqing's practice became more and more diligent, the speed of the cultivation of the Six Yin Absolute Veins was already different from ordinary people, and her cultivation for one year was worth ten to twenty years of penance for ordinary people. As early as Zhou Mengdie's first New Year guarding Xiangyang, he broke through to the realm of the late stage of the Great Grandmaster.

It's a new year again, and it's the season of heavy snowfall. It was a cold time in the northern Xuanwu area, and the Mongols would not attack at such a time, and there was no one else on the city except for a few sentry soldiers.

Zhou Mengdie tried countless martial arts cheats, but none of them could produce true qi in his body that was not devoured by the Sword of Heaven. On a whim, he came to the city to watch the snow, secretly remembering the scene when he first met Guo Jing. But suddenly I heard a childish voice sound: "Heaven and earth have righteousness" (to be continued.) )