Around Zhao Hao, there was a brief silence.

The lethality caused by Zhao Hao was amazing, and in a short period of time, the number of Mongolian soldiers killed and wounded in Zhao Hao's hands had exceeded three digits.

This is also the reason why Zhao Hao wants to practice guns in this life.

In the midst of all armies, weapons such as swords are really of little use.

The only thing that can sweep away thousands of armies is guns.

The Mongolian soldiers knew that Zhao Hao's status was noble, and killing Zhao Hao was even more effective than capturing Xiangyang City.

But with Zhao Hao's divine might, no one even dared to step forward for a while.

Zhao Hao took this opportunity to take a look at the situation of other people.

After the disciples of the Power Gang went out of the city, they began to engage with the Mongolian army almost instantly, and there was no need for any temptation between them, just you lived and died.

However, the number of disciples of the Power Gang is limited after all, and the Mongol side has an endless army to replenish it.

On the whole, it can only be supported for a while, and it will be defeated after a long time.

Yang Guo led a group of people to rush to kill, with Yang Guo at the front, temporarily safe.

Faithful also led 3,000 monks to capture the flag, although the lethality of the 3,000 monks was not high, but they trained in the formation on weekdays, and after the initial discomfort, they also began to quickly gain a foothold.

Rao is like this, Zhao Hao looked at it, and at least hundreds of monks and soldiers had been killed and wounded.

The faithful man also became angry, the Zen staff in his hand became more and more urgent, and the Buddha also had fire.

In several other places, there are also leaders who press the formation, and in general, the Song soldiers are in a weak position, but there are many masters and high morale.

When it comes to losses, it is still a little more on the Mongolian side.

Suddenly, Zhao Hao's eyes froze, and in the distance, Guo Fu and Xiaowu fell into the encirclement at the same time.

Zhao Hao originally didn't want them to go out of the city, but these three people couldn't do it in other aspects, and they were not soft on the battlefield to kill the enemy.

And although Zhao Hao doesn't look down on the martial arts of the three of them, this doesn't mean that the martial arts of these three people are really bad.

They are naturally far inferior to Zhao Hao or even Yang Guo, but against ordinary Mongolian soldiers, it is no problem to fight seven or eight.

For Guo Jing's sake, as soon as Zhao Hao's body moved, he wanted to go over and rescue the three of them.

Although he didn't have a good impression of the three of them, after all, they were on the battlefield, and they were also killing the enemy to serve the country, and Zhao Hao would definitely not ignore them when they were in danger.

However, as soon as Zhao Hao's body moved, he felt a strong wind on his side.

Zhao Hao's figure flashed, and when he saw the person, his face immediately became gloomy.

King of the Golden Wheel.

"Jinlun, His Royal Highness spared you for not dying once, and you still dare to come to find death?" Zhao Hao said angrily.

"I really admire His Highness's martial arts, but unfortunately, today I am not the old man who asks His Highness for advice. ”

Jin Lun's face is also bad, but he is not a pure martial artist and does not pursue a so-called fair duel.

On tiptoe, Jin Lun floated back, and a large number of Mongolian soldiers surrounded him, and Jin Lun hid behind this group of soldiers, staring at Zhao Hao tightly, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

He didn't pay attention to anyone else on the Song army's side, because whether it was him or Kublai Khan, they all knew that at this time, taking Zhao Hao was the most important thing.

Zhao Hao's hands were slightly open, and the two spears fell into his hands, not daring to slack off.

These Mongolian soldiers are not to be afraid, even if Jin Lun uses all his strength, he will receive him at most ten moves, but on the battlefield, when the two become one, even Zhao Hao must be ready for battle.

The corner of Zhao Hao's eyes swept to the corner of his eye, the Mongol army was still increasing rapidly, and Kublai Khan was constantly putting the army into the battlefield.

In this battle, Kublai Khan was by no means just a tentative attack.

"Brothers, retreat, loyalty, Yang Guo, Mo Chou, you are broken for your brothers. Leave me alone, withdraw, withdraw to Xiangyang. Zhao Hao said loudly.

On the side of the power gang, everyone's faces changed, but no one disobeyed the order, even if they couldn't do it like a battle-hardened soldier, but they still managed to retreat in a small area.

Most of them are not far from the city gate, and most of the disciples of the Power Gang are also good at light body kung fu, and some basic exercises, Zhao Hao did not hide his personal interests, and they are shared within the Power Gang.

Yang Guo spear sweeping, a wide range of attack moves endless, endless, it is the Liaoyuan marksmanship in the thirty potential, once used, it is like the Yangtze River, infinite stamina, the most suitable for the outnumbered to hit the public.

The disciples of the Power Gang retreated into Xiangyang City one after another, and a small number of Mongol soldiers took the opportunity to mix in, but they were all hacked to death with knives as soon as they entered.

In this regard, Meng Heng has made sufficient preparations.

Zhongxin held a Zen staff, and the mad wand was unleashed, opening a path for the monks and soldiers of the Shaolin Temple.

Suddenly, Zhongxin's eyes froze, the Zen staff in his hand came out of his hand, and the next moment, the bodies of the four Mongolian soldiers besieging Guo Fu were all penetrated, and Zhongxin came to Guo Fu, and he didn't have time to speak, so he grabbed ~ Guo Fu's right hand and threw Guo Fu to the gate of Xiangyang City.

It was at this moment that Faithful's body trembled, and he was stabbed in the body by two other Mongol soldiers.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt the vital point, and the faithful endured the pain, dodged and retrieved his Zen staff, and once again fought a bloody path.

In another place, Li Mochou secretly said "bad luck", but he didn't talk nonsense.

She still wields a sword, but the weapon she really uses to harvest life is a needle.

Ice Silver Needle.

The ice spirit silver needle was sent out from Li Mochou's body without money, and the Mongolian soldiers fell in rows and rows, and in the end, the soldiers who died in Li Mochou's hands even surpassed Zhao Hao, which can be called the first enemy killed in this battle.

After helping the two teams of power gang disciples withdraw to the city, she wanted to help Zhao Hao relieve the pressure, but she saw that the big and small martial arts were about to die.

Li Mochou frowned slightly, her true qi was not much left, it was no longer enough for her to rush to kill one more back and forth.

However, although Zhao Hao was covered in blood at this time, he did not have any signs of defeat, but the situation of the big and small martial arts was very bad.

Li Mochou no longer hesitated, the silver light of his left hand flashed, and several screams came from the front.

The next moment, Li Mochou's right hand sword swung horizontally, and three human heads rose into the sky.

When he came to the big and small martial arts that were no longer supported, Li Mochou threw away the long sword, grabbed one in one hand, and flew back to the city gate.

Halfway through, Li Mochou's feet suddenly softened, and when he saw the five Mongolian soldiers in front of him staring at him, Li Mochou couldn't help but show a wry smile on his beautiful face.

Her true qi was about to run out, and she didn't know if she could kill these five Mongol soldiers.

But before she could fight hard, Yang Guo's figure appeared in front of her.

"Fairy Li, enter the city. ”

Escorting Li Mochou and the three into the city, Yang Guo also stepped into the city gate.

The gate of Xiangyang City was closed, and outside the city, Zhao Hao was alone, still killing the enemy in blood.

Zhao Hao promised that he would rush to the front.

He did, and he was behind.

A good man, a daughter.

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