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Chapter 74 The second day

The middle-aged man on the other side, named Gongsun Zhi, was the owner of the Jueqing Valley. He had joined Kublai Khan some time ago. When he heard the words of Jinlun Dharma King, he was suddenly shocked: "National Master, you said there is an incompetent person.

How is it possible that a Grandmaster figure sneaks into the camp to kill people? How is this possible? The Supreme Grandmaster, a congenital Taoist, with such a noble status, there are only a few in the entire world of martial arts, would actually do such a thing? "

Gongsun Zhi's tone was full of disbelief. He really couldn't imagine this result. Innate Grandmaster, he himself was an Innate Grandmaster. Although he was not as good as the Six Ultimate Masters in the World a few years ago, there was no one who could rival him in today's martial arts world.

A few, he asked himself, he would never sneak into the army and kill those small soldiers. It would be too humiliating.

"The poor monk also finds it incredible, but now it seems that there is only this explanation. Only masters at the level of innate masters can sneak into the camp so easily and kill thousands of people in a short period of time. In addition, even if

Even the top-notch masters who are acquired are not capable of this."

Jin Lun Dharma King's face was solemn. The current situation was really difficult to handle. If an innate master abandoned his identity, attacked secretly, and attacked the soldiers in the camp, it would be a disastrous consequence.

"National Master, Mr. Gongsun, if I remember correctly, you two are also at the level of Xiantian Grandmaster. Is there nothing you can do about this person who secretly attacks you?"

Kublai Khan's face turned livid as he listened to the discussion of his two masters. His mind was sharp and he had already seen the fear of Jinlun Dharma King and Gongsun Zhi.

"Your Majesty, if the person who takes action is really a master of the Innate Grandmaster, then things will be in trouble. Even if the two of us are at the same level as him, it is impossible to prevent a master of this level from restraining his aura and assassinating in secret.

And if he deliberately wants to escape, there is nothing we can do."

Gongsun Zhi smiled bitterly. After breaking through the innate realm a few years ago, he also had a good understanding of the abilities of this realm. He knew very well how big a threat an innate master hiding in the dark was.

"Your Majesty, Brother Gongsun, this is not the most terrifying thing. Just now, the poor monk has seen the dead soldiers, all of whom were wiped out with one sword. This kind of swordsmanship is fierce and terrifying. There are no people with this kind of swordsmanship in the world today.

, very few, it would be okay if it were someone else, but if it were that person, our troubles would probably be even greater."

Jin Lun Dharma King's face twitched slightly, as if he had thought of some horrific scene, and he said solemnly.

"National Master, are you talking about the one from Zhongnan Mountain?"

Gongsun Zhi's expression changed drastically and he exclaimed.

"It's very possible. After all, there are only a few masters in the world. More than ten years ago, Huashan Mountain discussed swordsmanship and rated the six best in the world. Among the six people, except Dongxiehuang Yaoshi, only the one from Zhongnanshan was respected for his swordsmanship.

, although the other few are also innate masters, they are not famous for their swordsmanship. Dongxiehuang Yaoshi has a weird temperament and has been elusive in recent years. He should not come to my camp to attack and kill. Zhongnan Sword God,

Unfathomable, as if shrouded in a mist, he is the most mysterious person in the world. Although the poor monk fought with him once, he could not tell what his temperament was. If he came to kill the camp regardless of his face,

Lieutenant General, that is also possible."

Jinlun Dharma King's tone was bitter. He was really frightened about Taiyuan. The two of them fought, and he was seriously injured with just one move. Moreover, Taiyuan had not yet used his sword. The difference between them was different from what he thought.

Knowing is a despairing distance.

"Zhongnan Sword God! This person is known as the best master in the world, shouldn't he?"

Gongsun Zhi's tone was slightly trembling, and he was a little scared. A few days ago, the news of the Dashengguan Heroes Conference had spread in the world, and one of the protagonists, Jinlun Dharma King, appeared in front of him. He was seriously injured in the battle. Until now,

He hasn't recovered yet, so one can imagine how powerful the Taiyuan Sword God is.

He now vaguely regrets it. Joining the Mongolian camp and taking refuge with Kublai Khan was considered a wise move on his part at first, but now he is afraid that he will get burned. If Zhongnan Sword God kills the Mongolian camp, Gongsun Zhi will know it very well.

, your end will definitely not be much better.

"Hmph, Zhongnan Sword God, I don't believe he can defeat thousands of troops!"

Kublai Khan snorted angrily, and when he saw that the two masters under his command could not negotiate a charter, his anger became more and more intense.

The two Jinlun Dharma Kings looked at each other and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.

It seems that the Mongolian prince still doesn't know how powerful the world's best master is.

"Your Highness, we can only strengthen our defenses now. In addition, we must step up our efforts to attack Xiangyang. Once Xiangyang is defeated, no matter what the purpose of the assassin is, there will be nothing to worry about."

"Yes, Your Highness, we'd better attack Xiangyang as soon as possible."

"Okay, since you said so, let's attack the city with all our strength tomorrow morning!"

Kublai Khan snorted coldly, murderous intent emerging in his eyes.

After a night of fear, the guards of the Mongolian camp became even tighter. I don’t know how many people were worried and could not sleep. When they woke up the next morning, their eyes were slightly dark and their spirits were listless.

However, the military orders were overwhelming. Kublai Khan gave the order, the trumpet neighed, and the brutal siege battle began again.

And when the Mongolian camp was killed by Taiyuan with one sword and blood flowed like a river, there was also an uproar in Xiangyang City.

The reason was that the commander of Xiangyang, Lu Wende, was killed on the spot at the banquet.

After Guo Jing and others heard the news, they immediately became nervous and rushed over as quickly as possible.

Hong Qigong stepped forward and saw at a glance that Lu Wende was killed by someone piercing his head with supreme sword energy. Even though the dense sword energy had passed for a long time, it had not completely dissipated and he could still feel the sword energy.

It contains the meaning of terror, killing and death.

"Oh, this boy Taiyuan is really cruel."

Hong Qigong has such a sharp eye. With just one glance, he got a rough idea. He knew that the person who killed Lu Wende must be Taiyuan.

Just knowing that Gui Gui knew, he had nothing to do. To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of Lu Wende in his heart. He might as well die now.

"Master, what's going on? Who was Master Lu killed? Could it be that Mongolia sent experts to assassinate him?"

Guo Jing asked anxiously.

"Jing'er, there's no need to say more. Let's talk about it when we get back."

Hong Qigong shook his head and took Guo Jing back to the Guo Mansion.

"Lu Wende was killed by that boy from Taiyuan. He is the only one in the world today who has such a sharp sword spirit."

As soon as Hong Qigong's words came out, Guo Jing was shocked.

"Master, are you saying that Master Lu was killed by Brother Taiyuan? Why did he kill Master Lu? Now that General Xiangyang is dead, it will be quite detrimental to us."

Guo Jing was extremely shocked. He never thought that Taiyuan would kill the general of Xiangyang City. Isn't this causing trouble?

"Hey, good kill, brother Guo, you are wrong. Lu Wende's death is not only not a bad thing for us, but also a great good thing. In the past few days, Lu Wende's performance has made the officers and soldiers in the city very angry.

Dissatisfied, if it were not for the worry that the Mongolian army would massacre the city after the city was broken, the city of Xiangyang would have been lost long ago. Now that Lu Wende is dead, the morale in the city will rise sharply. With you personally commanding the army, there will no longer be any constraints.

Our chances of winning the next war are really not small!"

Zhu Ziliu shook his head and said, feeling very comfortable. If he hadn't estimated his identity, he would have been rude to Lu Wende. Now, Taiyuan killed Lu Wende with a sword, and he also let out a fierce anger in his heart.

The reason why Xiangyang City was able to be defended was that Guo Jing's prestige played a large role, while the general Lu Wende was not very important, so the death of the general had minimal impact on Xiangyang City.

There was a bloody fight, corpses littered the fields, and another brutal siege took place on the second day.

Kublai Khan made up his mind to attack Xiangyang. When he attacked the city, he personally issued the orders. However, Xiangyang City had high walls and thick walls. The soldiers were united and there were heroes from all walks of life in martial arts to help. After a day, the city was still as stable as Mount Tai and no one could see it was broken.

The hope of the city.

On a hill outside Xiangyang City, Taiyuan watched the battle quietly, sensing the changes in the atmosphere above Xiangyang City, and nodded secretly.

When he reaches this state, his spirit is so strong that he can sense various changes in the breath in the void, and he has a vague magical power similar to the Qi Watching Technique. Just by watching the changes in the breath of both parties, he will know the result.

Under his induction, Xiangyang City was filled with iron-blooded evil spirits, like an unbreakable rock. No matter how ferocious and cruel the Mongolian attack was, it firmly held the line.

"It seems that if Mongolia wants to conquer Xiangyang, it won't be a day's work. So it's fine. Pindao will make another trip tonight."

A massacre in the Mongolian military camp last night severely damaged a lot of their luck. Taiyuan faintly felt that his spiritual will began to undergo some inexplicable changes, and his understanding of the void of heaven and earth became more and more profound.

I know there is nothing wrong with this path.

At nightfall, everything was quiet. Both the Xiangyang and Mongolian sides were exhausted after a day of fierce fighting and began to recharge their batteries and regain their strength.

The difference is that tonight's Mongolian military camp is even more heavily guarded. There are soldiers patrolling everywhere. Under the light of torches, the surrounding military camp is brightly lit.

Unfortunately, it is still difficult to resist the infiltration of masters like Taiyuan.

Just like a replica of last night, Taiyuan sneaked into the military camp with one man and one sword, killing silently. He took the lives of the Mongolian soldiers silently.

More than an hour later, Taiyuan left easily again. The process went smoothly, and no one found any trace of him.

When Kublai Khan got the news and came over, what he saw was the dead tents. The corpses of Mongolian soldiers in the tents seemed to be mocking him as the commander-in-chief.

Thousands of people's lives were lost in vain again. Kublai Khan's complexion changed from blue to red, and he suddenly roared in the sky, his heart's blood spurted out, and he fell down, causing a sensation.

Finally, Kublai Khan came to his senses.

Looking at the generals around him who looked sluggish and slightly frightened, he sighed secretly and suddenly felt boundless fatigue coming over him.

Helpless, dejected, panic, all kinds of emotions came rushing over, and Kublai Khan felt more and more a dull pain in his heart.

In two nights, just two nights, the Mongolian army lost less than 10,000 people. These 10,000 people did not die in the siege battle, but were quietly wiped out in the camp. It can be said that

, their deaths were worthless.


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