"Shoot the arrows!"

After Yin Zhiping was in the air and floated into the range of an arrow from the Mongolian camp, the Great Khan Meng Ge personally shouted and ordered.

Although Meng Ge was also in awe and fear of the various magical methods and powerful forces that he had shown since Yin Zhiping came to appear on the crane, he was not an ordinary person and had a strong will. At this time, although there was nervousness and panic in his heart, his expression on his face was still not moving at all, and he was calm and calm as usual.

The so-called "soldiers are the courage of the generals, and the soul of the soldiers", although he is a high Khan, and he is not responsible for personally commanding many battles, but this imperial expedition is undoubtedly the highest commander. If even he behaves in panic and fear, it will inevitably affect the morale of the army, making the army lose its fighting spirit and be defeated without a fight. And he was guarded by hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, which also gave him enough courage and courage. He didn't believe that no matter how powerful that Nanren's master was, with the strength of one person, he could block his hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers.

Meng Ge led an army of 300,000 to the south this time, and he did not lie about false reports, but indeed there were 300,000 horses. In the battle of storming Xiangyang a few days ago, although tens of thousands were lost, there are still more than 200,000. Almost all of the Mongol soldiers were proficient in horse archery, and now with the order of the Great Khan, although not all of them opened their bows and arrows, and the back of the barracks had already taken out of the range of arrows for Yin Zhiping, and even the arrows at the back of the barracks would only shoot into the front camp of their own homes, but with the humming and trembling of the bowstrings, there were still at least 100,000 feathered arrows flying out of the camp.

100,000 arrows were fired head-on, and it was really overwhelming. Arrows rained down, and covered a radius of miles. Such an offensive. It is intimidating to look at it, that is, no matter how high the martial arts are, Guo Jing and others. I don't dare to say that I can be unscathed under the accumulation of these 100,000 arrows. Although Guo Jing and the others who were watching the battle at the head of the city knew that since Yin Zhiping dared to pick up hundreds of thousands of troops alone, he would definitely have the means to deal with it, but at this time, they still couldn't help but sweat for his palms, and his heart was in his throat.

Faced with the overwhelming array of more than 100,000 arrows, Yin Zhiping just smiled lightly, then raised his hand and waved his sword, slashing lightly in front of him. As the blade of his sword slashed, the ground in front of him suddenly widened a foot. A long river of sword light with a length of several zhang appeared.

The width of Zhang Xu naturally covered his whole person. The feathered arrows were shot into the long river of arrows, and they were all shattered. None of them could penetrate the long river of sword light, and none of them could escape the fate of being turned into pieces.

In this move, Yin Zhiping made the most well-guarded "Shangshan Sword Technique" in the swordsmanship of the Quanzhen School. It's just that his original Shangshan sword technique was used, that is, a long river of sword light several feet wide that flew and flowed around him, and he still needed to constantly use sword moves to maintain the operation of this long river. But his current cultivation is only a sword, and it is a long river of sword light that is as wide as a zhang and a few zhang long.

"Whoosh ........."

The rain of arrows in the Mongol camp continued. An army of hundreds of thousands, divided into two or three echelons, is enough to ensure a continuous archery offensive, and it can also be guaranteed for a considerable period of time.

Just no matter how many arrows they shoot. No matter how continuous the offensive strikes are, before the long river of sword light that spreads out in front of Yin Zhiping, it can only be turned into useless work.

Yin Zhiping raised his sword again. A sword stabbed forward, and another long river of sword light appeared under his sword. But this sword light is long. But it was not the same as before, spread horizontally in front of him. Instead, it went out vertically, rolling forward, rushing towards the Mongol camp in front.

The long river of sword light soon flew in front of the Mongolian camp in waves, and crashed directly into the wooden wall outside the camp without stopping. With a "boom", a section of the wooden wall was smashed under the long river of sword light. Then he crashed into the camp and destroyed more than a dozen camp tents in a row, and many Mongolian soldiers under the long river naturally could not avoid it, and under this long river of sword light, they were all killed to pieces.

After this river of sword light, which was almost ten zhang long, completely crashed into the depths of the Mongolian camp, it shattered with a "bang", and then turned into countless thousands of sword lights, flying in all directions. Wherever the sword light reached, the Mongolian soldiers screamed and fell to the ground. And a sword light often passed through the bodies of almost seven or eight Mongolian soldiers in a row before it disappeared without lethality.

After all the sword light was disillusioned, I saw that the Mongolian camp seemed to be suddenly empty. Within the reach of the sword, no one could stand. The blood of all the Mongolian soldiers killed by the sword light flowed out and gathered, and soon became rivers of blood.

With this move alone, at least a thousand or even thousands of Mongol soldiers in the Mongol camp were killed. Guo Jing and the others who were watching the battle at the head of the city, as well as the Ba Si Pa who was restrained by Yin Zhiping and placed on horseback under the city, couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the casualties caused by Yin Zhiping's sword.

Ba Sipa even muttered to himself in a bit of distraction: "If his powerful moves can be cast continuously, then it is really nothing to slaughter 300,000 troops with the power of one person!"

After this move, the Mongolian camp exploded, and no one cared about shooting arrows, and they scattered and fled. The southerner who came with a crane and subdued the national teacher Ba Si Pa with one move, I am afraid that he is really an immortal, and he is definitely not comparable to manpower. Hundreds of thousands of arrows were fired at them, and they didn't even touch the corners of their clothes. And when the sword returned, there were thousands of casualties on their side. How can such people be defeated? Not to mention the 200,000 or so horses, even 2 million people and horses came over, and they were all sent to death.

At this moment, the orders of the Great Khan, the glory of the warriors, the Mongol men who did not flee only the Mongol men who died in battle, etc., were all left behind. There was only one thought left in my head, that is, to escape, as far as I could, to escape until I could no longer see the immortal, and it was best to flee directly back to my hometown on the grassland.

Yin Zhiping, who was floating in the air, never stopped, and after the sword was stabbed, he still floated towards the Mongolian camp, and the long river of sword light in front of him also moved forward, always maintaining a distance of seven or eight feet from him.

Seeing that the Mongolian camp seemed to explode, the horses neighed and fled in chaos, and no one could organize an attack on him, the corners of his mouth only sneered slightly. Then he stretched out his left hand and waved it forward, and the long river of sword light in front of him flew towards the Mongolian camp again.

When this long river of sword light flew above the Mongolian camp, it shattered with a "boom", and then turned into countless sword lights, flying down in all directions. (To be continued......)