Zhou Mengdie and others camped three miles outside Xiangyang City, and stayed until nightfall, the third watch. Zhou Mengdie, who was pranayama with her eyes closed, suddenly woke up from a state of concentration. Turned his head to look at Xiangyang City, but saw that someone on the top of the city tower waved a torch in the air three times, using internal force in his ears, and when he listened carefully, a burst of gentle footsteps slowly approached Xiangyang City.

Zhou Mengdie frowned, a trace of purple light flashed in her eyes, and through the layers of night, she saw a team of people wearing alien costumes not far away slowly walking towards Xiangyang City.

Zhou Mengdie immediately shouted in shock: "There is an enemy attack." His loud shout unconsciously activated the true qi in his body, not only making the disciples of the Hidden Sword Villa in his sleep and the bandits who were about to become a member of the Xiangyang defenders, but also making the guards above the city and the Mongolian spies in Xiangyang City react.

The Mongol soldiers who were lurking in the advance immediately let out a shout in unison, and then swarmed towards the city gate, and the west gate of Xiangyang City was quietly opened at some point.

Zhou Mengdie has already burst out when the words fell, for Xiangyang, after several wars, it has long been a shortage of major generals, if it were not for the support of the beggar gang disciples and many martial arts sects, just with those weak generals sent by the imperial court to send them to death, I am afraid that Xiangyang City would have fallen long ago.

Emperor Song was not a mediocre person, but he attached too much importance to martial arts, so almost all the major affairs in the country were handled by a few power-hungry people in the cabinet. And because of the several great victories after Guo Jing in Xiangyang City, Emperor Song gradually opened up his vision of the north and gradually focused his attention on the Ming Dynasty in the south.

Compared to those in the north, the Great Yuan Dynasty, which was dominated by brave Mongol soldiers. The Ming Dynasty in the south was the real confidant of the Song Emperor. The national strength of a country in the Song Dynasty. But most of it was consumed in the internal friction with Daming.

So much so that after more than ten years of fighting. The troops and combat power in Xiangyang City are gradually weakening. This time the Mongols invaded on a large scale, and the desperate attack in the first two days was by the North City Gate, so that Guo Jing had to secretly transfer the troops from the remaining three sides to the North Gate, so that he could repel the Mongol army.

Now the Mongols are opening the city gate at night with the help of spies, if it is too late to stop it, let this group of Mongolian foot soldiers kill people in the city, I am afraid that even Guo Juxia will not be able to save the building from falling.

Zhou Mengdie didn't think too much about it, for him. All that was needed at this point was to keep the Mongols out of the gate.

A hint of solemnity appeared on his face, and the soft sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he flew in front of the gate that had been opened.

The Mongolian spies in the city immediately let out a shout in unison and rushed up, but Zhou Mengdie was not afraid to use the sword drawing technique to cut off one head after another cleanly.

The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa drew their swords one after another, and led the many bandits and robbers who had been awakened from their sleep to kill the Mongols outside the city in unison.

Zhou Mengdie's face remained unchanged, sword after sword, stabbing the Mongolian spies who were forced to retreat by the defenders of Xiangyang in the city, and then led the hurried helpers into the city.

At this moment, the Mongolian foot soldiers who were charging were already engaged in battle with the disciples of Zangjian Villa.

If it was usually on the frontal battlefield, the Mongols might be able to take advantage of these five hundred disciples in a formation, but the Mongolian general who commanded the stealing city and was about to make a miracle was panicked when Zhou Mengdie drank violently. In a panic, he ordered a surprise attack, so that the Mongolian soldiers rushed to the city gate almost at the same time as those disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa who were armed with martial arts. But the formation was scattered, and it was difficult to advance an inch by the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa who used their swordsmanship.

Seeing that the army was blocked, the Mongolian masters who were mixed with the Mongolian soldiers couldn't bear it anymore, and they came out one after another, showing all kinds of martial arts in their hands, and gradually tore a hole in front of the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa.

The man looked like he was in his thirties, with a big bald head and a Zen staff in his hand.

At this moment, a swordsman with a cold face suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was holding a strange sword in his hand, who was the magic sword without a trace?

Before the bald head could react, the figure had already turned into a streamer of light and flashed.

There was a hint of horror in the bald head's eyes, locked by the swordsman's eyes, and his body could not move, as if the sword was about to pierce him in the chest. At this moment, someone suddenly stretched out a golden demon-slaying stick from the bald head's side and stopped the sword without a trace.

When the sword and the stick collided, a terrifying aftermath permeated the surroundings, and the bald body flew out upside down as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer.

The person holding the long stick was also a bald head, thin and tall like a bamboo pole, with slender five fingers, quietly holding the demon slaying stick in his hand, and without saying a word, he slashed towards the traceless.

The stick is the devil stick, the sword is the magic sword, is the devil wand or the magic sword against the sky to slaughter the sacredness of the devil.

After dodging his stick without a trace, the sword intent and sword momentum on his body were instantly condensed, and the body protection aura appeared, and the arrows that were shot at him flew away.

The bamboo-like bald head frowned slightly, and he didn't immediately take action against Wuji, he instinctively sensed the power of Wuji's sword, and didn't dare to make the first move, for fear that he would detect a flaw, but it was better to treat people later.

At this moment, the bald man who had been knocked away by the aftermath of the intersection of the two swords and sticks returned to the bamboo pole and said, "Senior Brother Babel, this person is very powerful, senior brother, you have to be careful." ”

The bamboo pole nodded slightly, but at this moment, without a trace, the sword in his hand turned into a black shadow, and stabbed towards the bamboo pole that was nodding.

When the eyes of the bamboo pole turned to the traceless, it seemed to see the grass and trees withering and the years flying by in an instant. The power of time can shatter everything in time, but the immortal sword heart becomes inexhaustible under the power of time. Under the sword, it seems to be a different life, giving Babbel the illusion of reincarnation between life and death.

A trace of disbelief appeared in his eyes, and he exclaimed: "How is it possible, the sword is born in the world, it is impossible, how can there be a sword technique in the Buddha realm in the world." As soon as the words fell, a trace of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed the body of the bald man beside him, and threw it towards the sword that stabbed straight forward, and at the same time the figure burst out.

Just as the unmarked sword pierced the chest of the unbelievably bald man, Nababel had disappeared into the Mongol army.

A cold smile appeared on Traceless's face, and then he pulled out the magic sword that revealed a strange red light on the sword body after drinking blood from the bald man's body. Holding back the bloodthirsty desire that quietly rose in his heart, he returned the magic sword into its scabbard.

With his feet on the ground, an ordinary long sword appeared in his hand, and he used an inexplicable set of swordsmanship to kill one Mongolian soldier after another.

Zhou Mengdie cooperated with the Xiangyang defenders in the city to kill all the spies, but he turned around and came to the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa, listening to the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer behind the Mongolian foot soldiers, a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Brothers, retreat to the city first." ”

The bandits and robbers brought by Zhou Mengdie were already behind the Hidden Sword Villa, and when they heard Zhou Mengdie's words, they rushed towards the city without saying a word.

And those Xiangyang defenders saw that these people were all subordinates of the group of people who resisted the Mongols outside the gate, so they immediately did not stop them, and quietly opened a gap, allowing this group of captive troops to enter the city, but surrounded them again.

Hua Fuyue, who was leading the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa to the front, heard Zhou Mengdie's shout, but immediately shouted loudly: "The disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa listen to the order. The sword qi is rampant. ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of disciples who were at the forefront shouted in unison, "Sword Qi Vertical", and then waved the sharp sword in their hands, and the sword qi attacked towards the Mongols.

Those Mongols who had not had time to fight with the disciples of Zangjian Villa were in chaos, and they were immediately killed and wounded.

Hua Fuyue's face was happy, but at this moment, Zhou Mengdie had already flown in front of everyone, and the sword in his hand swayed a few large sword rays, and the dozens of Mongolian soldiers who rushed to him were immediately cut in two by him from his waist with a sword.

"Retreat to the city for me. Before everyone could cheer, Zhou Mengdie's loud cheers sounded, and looking at the Mongolian cavalry who were about to approach the city gate, he couldn't help but let out an anxious shout.

A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on Hua Fuyue's face, but she still chose to obey Zhou Mengdie's orders, and shouted: "Withdraw, let's withdraw first." ”

After saying that, he was at the forefront with Zhou Mengdie. Zhou Mengdie didn't say a word, and glanced at Wanqing, Qing'er and the others, who were escorted by Qi Tian and Dong Mei'er and retreated with the crowd, with a smile on their faces.

She shouted violently, looking at the Mongolians who were swarming up, but her heart was full of pride, in his previous life, he had also participated in the defense of Xiangyang with the Great Song Dynasty Zhengdao Tianjiao, it was ten years later, when Guo Jing was seriously injured by the Mongolian sneak attack, his cultivation was already in the realm of grandmasters, but because he wanted to protect the safety of Chu Yan, he never rushed to the forefront.

In this life, he came to the battlefield again, but he didn't have so many scruples, watching the people around him slowly retreat, he stopped in front of the Mongolian army with one person and one sword, and one after another sword qi swayed out, as if the internal force would never be exhausted. (To be continued.) )