A trace of resentment appeared in Zhou Mengdie's eyes, but she didn't stay, even if she flew back to Xiangyang City with Guo Jing in her arms.

As soon as his form left, the ten thousand swords disappeared into the sky after him. Drops of sweat poured out of the horn's body. He muttered in his mouth: "It seems that if you don't invite all the juniors and disciples of King Kong Temple to set up the five **** formations, no one can stop that person's edge." ”

As soon as his words fell, the Mongol Great Khan, who was shocked by the flurry of ten thousand swords, immediately ordered the Mongol army to retreat.

Seeing Zhou Mengdie save Guo Jing, Huang Rong's face did not change, and she rushed towards Guo Jing.

After investigating Guo Jing's injury, Zhou Mengdie shook her head secretly. A clear-eyed person saw that his life was broken, and Zhou Mengdie knew that he had no skills to return to heaven, so he no longer hesitated, put him on the ground, and let Huang Rong hug him and cry bitterly.

That smart and clever and clever Huang Rong now looks full of vicissitudes, and her hair has completely turned snow-white. Just like a woman who is about to lose her husband, she cries and cries.

Guo Jing suddenly struggled to reach out to wipe away her tears, and said, "Rong'er, don't cry, let people see jokes!" Then he turned his head and stretched out a hand towards Zhou Mengdie, trying to struggle to get up, but he seemed to have lost all his strength.

Zhou Mengdie hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his palm, looked at him with firm eyes, and quietly waited for his advice.

"The great man of chivalry is for the country and the people. Guo Jing deserves the name of chivalry in his life. Guo Jing does not seek to live for generations after death. I hope that after Guo Jing's death, there will still be people who will guard the country. "Defend my people," he seemed to think of something. His eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling look. looked at Zhou Mengdie with burning eyes and said: "Among the strangers, there are only a few people that Guo admires. The only one who can inherit my ambition is you. Are you willing to follow me, Yongzhen Xiangyang, and not teach the Mongol iron cavalry to invade our country and disturb our people?"

Zhou Mengdie was stunned at first, her eyes stared at Guo Jing's scorching eyes, and her mind was chaotic, after a long time. But his eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded firmly at Guo Jing and said: "Zhou swears that if Zhou Mengdie is in this world for a day, he will not teach the Mongolian iron horse to leap into Xiangyang." ”

As soon as his words fell, a smile appeared on Guo Jing's face, and after nodding, he glanced at Huang Rong on the side, and his smile instantly turned bitter: "Guo Jing has been worthy of the countrymen all his life." But I owe Rong'er a lot, and I will be in the next life."

His words have not yet spoken. Huang Rong reached out to cover his mouth, and then slowly hugged his body. He muttered in his mouth: "The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with the king." Brother Jing, Rong'er will still be your wife in the next life. ”

As soon as her words fell, she jumped off the head of Xiangyang City with Guo Jing, who was no longer alive.

Guo Jing and his wife, who guarded the head of Xiangyang City, died together. Up and down the city, no one is not bitter, and the sad mood fills the head of Xiangyang City, and a trace of resentment appeared in Zhou Mengdie's eyes, looking at the direction of the Mongolian camp in the north.

He slowly raised the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand and said loudly: "Today, Guo Juxia and his wife are loyal to the country and die as they deserve. However, the blood is deep, and it is necessary to revenge. I, Zhou Mengdie, would like to be the pioneer to break the Mongolian army today, gentlemen, those who are willing to go with me will leave the city immediately. ”

As soon as his words fell, he turned over and jumped off the head of Xiangyang City. Whether it is in his past life or in this life, he does not know the art of war, Guo Jing ordered him to guard Xiangyang, so the only way he can think of is to 'kill'.

Kill him upside down, kill him cleanly.

Zhou Mengdie just turned over and got off the city, step by step, firmly towards the Mongolian camp, he was waiting, waiting for the hot-blooded man behind him to burn up the blood, so that the Mongolians could see the hot-blooded heroism of my Han men.

Zhou Mengdie's every step was like stepping on the hearts of the defenders on the city wall, except for a few knights who went to collect the corpses of Guo and Huang, most of the Xiangyang defenders let out a thunderous shout.

The gate of Xiangyang, which had not been opened once in the face of the Mongol army for decades, was pushed open with a 'boom' on this day.

Countless hot-blooded men with three-foot Qingfeng, spears and armor, longbows and arrows, or broadswords and hooks swarmed behind Zhou Mengdie, holding the big banner of Guo Zi, chasing the retreating Mongols.

For many years, the Mongols have been attacking this city in the south for decades, and after every defeat, no one dares to go out of the city to pursue, but they don't want to encounter the counterattack of the sergeants of Xiangyang City now.

When Zhou Mengdie led the Han people to condense into a bloody army and assault from behind the Mongols, the Mongolian army was suddenly taken by surprise.

Zhou Mengdie swept a dark Mongolian war horse out of nowhere, and the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand waved out golden light, cutting a path forward in front of him.

Zhou Mengdie rode away, in the center of the Mongols, the field of ten thousand swords unfolded, tens of thousands of flying swords flew up and down around him, whether it was the Mongolian warriors hiding among the shield soldiers or the Mongolian cavalry riding horses and archery, or those Mongolian masters who were hiding in the shadows, brewing a thunderous blow, or the Mongolian horns who gathered together and were preparing to join forces to lay down the formation.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, which is the most conducive to group battles. He rode through the Mongol array, leaving only disgusting scraps of flesh all around.

He incarnated as a terrifying murderous demon god, and vented his anger in the midst of the Mongol army.

His horse headed towards the banner of the Chinese army, where there was the Khan of the Mongols, where the real masters of the Mongols gathered.

Only by killing those can the Mongols be completely defeated. The martial arts masters behind him let go of their hands and feet to fight, and countless great grandmasters and masters were stopped by Mongolian masters, and in an instant, they were like tigers entering a flock, killing those Mongolian masters who were fierce and violent and not afraid of death.

Since ancient times, mourning soldiers have been able to burst out with 15 percent combat power, let alone a national hero like Guo Jing who is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

Whether it is an alien or an indigenous, whether it is a knight with strong martial arts, or an ordinary Xiangyang guard who could only be used to burn some gold juice on top of the city and carry rolling logs, now his eyes are red and he has turned into a murderous demon who is not afraid of life and death.

"Stop him, give it to me, and stop him together. Seeing Zhou Mengdie getting closer and closer, the Mongolian Great Khan's face was also panicked, and he didn't have time to order the Mongolian master to attack to stop the Han master, so he ordered people to go all out to stop Zhou Mengdie's approach.

The nine Mongolian trumpeters gathered together and finally recited a verse in unison. The head of the horn raised his arms and let out a shout, and the Mongolian trumpets who were originally scattered around in a daze instantly went back towards the chanting trumpet, and their mouths were reciting unknown scriptures in unison, and the Mongolian Khan, who was panicking because of Zhou Mengdie's approach, gradually recovered.

He immediately ordered the great masters of the Mongols to intercept the red-eyed masters of the Central Plains, and at the same time beat the drums himself, so that the Mongols who were retreating in a panic found the rhythm on the battlefield, and gradually recovered their formations under the leadership of their respective commanders.

Zhou Mengdie's brows were furrowed, but he did not take a detour to intercept and kill the Mongolian masters who rushed towards the masters of the Central Plains, but went straight to the Mongolian Great Khan.

The Mongols were several times larger than the Han Chinese, and although they could fight to a draw with their blood and bravery, in order to win, to win a big victory, they had to capture the thief and capture the king, capture their Great Khan when the Mongol army had no time to react, or cut down the Mongol banner and completely crush their resistance.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the Mongolian flag, at this moment, a large group of Mongolian horns suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Mengdie. They recited scriptures and pinched all kinds of seals in their hands.

Just when Zhou Mengdie was strangled in the field of ten thousand swords, he shouted violently: "When the one who blocked me died, a golden Buddha country suddenly besieged Zhou Mengdie in the center, countless Buddhas were born and died, they were solemn, there were compassionate Bodhisattvas, there were angry eyes King Kong, there were angry kings, and the one headed by the emperor was the great sun." There were towering Buddha hands slashing towards Zhou Mengdie, but they were torn apart by the flying sword containing infinite sword intent in his Ten Thousand Swords Realm.

In the Buddha country, the Sanskrit voice was sung, and a strange force quietly poured into Zhou Mengdie's sea of consciousness, and Zhou Mengdie struggled to resist, but he couldn't get rid of his body at all.

Those strange energies turned into one Buddha after another in Zhou Mengdie's sea of consciousness, they pinched the Dharma seal in their hands and recited the sound of crossing the world, but it was the Mongolian horn who wanted to perform the secret method of Tantra and forcibly cross Zhou Mengdie's mind.

The sword of the Son of Heaven bloomed with dazzling brilliance, the surrounding Buddhas retreated one after another, and the figure of Zhou Mengdie in reality was still unstoppable, countless horns were left behind him, and his legs tightly clamped the war horse under his crotch, galloping towards the Mongolian banner.

He waved his sword in his hand, but the trumpets dispersed early, and only the valiant Mongol warriors stopped in front of him, but they could not stop him in the slightest.

The crimson color in Zhou Mengdie's eyes quietly receded, but the ten thousand swords still bloomed with dazzling brilliance, just like tens of thousands of peerless swordsmen born with the luck of heaven and earth, even the Buddha in the sky could not block the edge of ten thousand swords.

When he was only a few steps away from the king flag, the war horse under Zhou Mengdie's crotch suddenly let out a long neigh, wanting to throw Zhou Mengdie off his body, but Zhou Mengdie stepped on the horse's body with one foot, and flew towards the king flag made of gold and iron with a sword.

But at this moment, an angry shout sounded: "Evil barrier, still don't put down the butcher's knife?"

Zhou Mengdie's body trembled suddenly, and she fell uncontrollably towards the ground, and the sword light that bloomed on the sword of the Son of Heaven suddenly disappeared. Ten thousand swords instantly lost their brilliance and fell to the ground one after another, but Da Ri Rulai, who had never made a move, pressed a palm towards the top of Zhou Mengdie's head. (To be continued.) )