In mid-air, Yelu Jingwen's Yuan Shen appeared, like a five-color cloud, not an entity. The Five-Cloud Blood Sword was floating next to the Yuan Shen. This scene was very strange, as if a ghost appeared in broad daylight.
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The strong wind blew across the grassland, and the five-colored clouds rolled and rolled, and the condensed human form was slightly scattered and blurred. It was obvious that the master had not reached a high level. Even so, it was also a very remarkable achievement. It was equivalent to abandoning the physical body and being able to
Go freely, the exploration of fate is as deep as the soul!
Wang Zhong looked around. They were all cavalry from Houjin Manzhou. They were all extremely tough. The long swords in their hands were still stained with blood. It was obvious that they had just finished burning, killing and looting, and they could not calm down from the cruel excitement.
When they came down, many women were carried on the horses of the army behind them, and they were tied tightly with ropes. They struggled hard and made a cry. The Jurchen barbarians all laughed, as if a group of savages were performing indecency on the horses.
If these captive women were slightly dissatisfied, they would be kicked off their horses and cut to death. Some strong Han people had their hands tied and dragged behind the horses.
They rushed to fight for their lives, but even the Manchu opponents were killed, and the weak ones had no choice but to be obedient.
This kind of scene is just fine after hearing about it, but it is really miserable to see it alive in front of you! Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes and stared at the surroundings. He and Li Chengliang brought the two horses close to each other, using each other as horns to protect Li Zicheng and Wang Lele.
In the middle, the two men faced thousands of densely packed bows and arrows.
At this time, as long as the flag leader Daishan gives an order, thousands of arrows will be fired immediately. Even if he is as strong as Li Chengliang, he will end up dead. Although these strong bows and crossbows are not as good as modern guns, they are still extremely powerful.
It is so big that it cannot be resisted by the flesh and blood body.
What's more, there are two masters, Bumble and Temu Duoduo, who are eager to attack. Each of them took a strong bow and aimed at the two people in the field from a distance.
"I just used the thirty-six mysterious swords in the Taiyin Lung Meridian of my hand, but I didn't kill this Jurchen barbarian. What a pity!" Tiemu Duoduo in the distance stared at Wang Zhong with his eyes viciously, and the armor on his body was simply
It was like a beggar's clothes, stained with blood. As soon as he entered, Wang Zhongxuan's sword happened to be slashed. If he hadn't run fast, he would have been cut into pieces immediately.
Everyone on the grassland was in extreme tension. Why did Wang Zhong run away first? Daishan and Fan Wencheng were looking at Yelu Jingwen floating in the air. Daishan waved his hand, and the guards around him were full.
There were a hundred strong Manchu soldiers, aiming their bows and arrows at Yuanshen in mid-air. Four groups of cavalry, with 400 people galloping on horseback, ran out in four directions, apparently looking for Yelu Jingwen's body.
"Boy Fan Wencheng, I use my soul to control a sword and can travel five hundred miles. Even if I tell you where my body is hidden at this time, you will not have time to find it." Yelu Jingwen's soul laughed three times, turned around and floated.
Approaching Wang Zhong.
"Hurry up and fire the arrows!" Seeing the ghost-like Yuanshen floating closer, these Manchu soldiers, although they were bold, were a little afraid, and suddenly the arrows flew like locusts, and the arrows roared.
Yelu Jingwen's Yuan Shen laughed loudly and went straight through. Those arrows hit the Yuan Shen and flew forward as if there was no obstacle. Only occasionally the arrows hit the Wuyun Blood Slaying Sword.
As soon as the sword light shook, both the wooden arrow shaft and the arrowhead made of fine iron were turned into powder.
"Haha, my soul is a ball of essence, tangible and intangible, how can a sword do anything to it? You guys get out of the way quickly, otherwise you won't blame me for being ruthless! If it weren't for the face of the old demon from Montenegro, you guys would
Because of what the barbarians did, I would have killed every last one of you." Yelu Jingwen leaned in and saw that there were several Manchu soldiers in front of him who refused to give way. He pointed with his hand and the Wuyun Blood Sword flew out and surrounded everyone.
Circle, several soldiers' heads were stunned, and their big braids were cut off out of thin air.
With his body floating, he approached Wang Zhong and looked him up and down: "Are you a disciple of Xuantian's Shenglong Dao? I, Xi Kongtong, and Xuantian's Shenglong Dao don't interact with each other, let alone celebrate. Why did you use Sanyin Kill?"
Did the demon knife hurt my apprentice?"
Wang Zhong stared closely at the ever-changing Yuan Shen in front of him, as if he wanted to see something specific. He wanted to ask immediately and waved his hand: "By chance, Wei Zhongxian killed me with a flying sword when I passed by. I had to fight back. How many times?"
It's no use, what do you want?"
Yelu Jingwen usually lives at the top of West Kongtong. Kongtong is divided into two factions, the East and the West. He is the leader of West Kongtong. Now the three great masters of the Confucian sect are fighting against the old monster of Black Mountain. Come to watch and try to transform yourself.
The soul.
The old demon from Heishan is so powerful that he is invincible. He was the number one demon in the world as early as fifty or sixty years ago. Yun Yuan Shen killed Wang Yangming, the great master of Confucianism. His prestige was so strong that it overshadowed everything else. Yelu Jingwen came here.
Just to see how far this number one demon in the world has reached.
"My Yuan Shen is a newly refined one. Legend has it that the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword from the Xuantian Shenglong Dao used the Xuanwu Gangsha to turn into invisible sword energy, which can damage the Yuan Shen. Otherwise, how could this kid be so fearless?"
Yelu Jingwen thought to himself and made a sound: "Boy, do you dare to talk to me like this?"
"The army is surrounding us, so it's a bit rude!" Wang Zhong pointed to the surroundings, "You old man are not afraid of bows and arrows. We are only flesh and blood, and it is not convenient to answer your questions in this place."
"Oh, this is easy to handle!" Yelu Jingwen thought about it and said in a loud voice, "Boy Daishan, if you haven't withdrawn the troops yet, do you want me to take action?"
Daishan over there squeezed the horse whip in his hand and flicked it hard: "What should I do? This soul is not flesh and blood, and swords and crossbows are useless. If you retreat like this and spread it out, you will lose face. Amma will blame it. I will take the blame."
I'm sorry."
Fan Wencheng forced a smile: "The only plan now is to withdraw the troops, otherwise we will offend the surnames, and the soldiers will be seriously injured, which is not worth it. We can make plans after returning to Hetuala."
Dai Shan hesitated for a moment, "Capturing Li Chengliang alive is a great achievement."
"What? You haven't retreated yet!" Yelu Jingwen shouted several times. The Manchurian army around him had not retreated yet. He seemed a little angry. He pointed his hand and the Wuyun Blood Sword flew out. Fan Wencheng saw this and hurriedly
Release the Tianyou Sword.
The two swords were intertwined again, stabbing each other in the air. You came and I went, scattering pieces of golden light. Yelu Jingwen was an expert swordsman, with deep skills and a body of soul. He had no scruples and could not escape.
In just a few rounds, Fan Wencheng was killed and he was sweating profusely.
"Boy Daishan, if you don't retreat, then I will have to kill them all one by one." Yelu Jingwen laughed wildly.
"Retreat..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Dai Shan was about to issue an order to retreat. Suddenly, a scream came from the east, like an old wolf howling at night. The scream continued, getting higher and higher, and the clouds in the sky shook and blew up.
The strong wind swayed the long grass on the ground, and with the scream, the heaven and earth shook at this moment.
An extremely sharp voice resounded throughout the world: "Yelü Jingwen! If you dare to hurt anyone, I will destroy your Kongtong Mountain within three days! I will destroy your entire Kongtong family!"
This sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth, it was so majestic that everything seemed to have lost its color, and it was impossible to know where it came from or where it came from.
"Old Black Mountain Demon!" Yelu Jingwen trembled all over, sheathed his flying sword, and stared in the direction of Changbai Mountain.
Wang Zhong also looked east. He saw that the old demon from Black Mountain usually lived in the Palace of the Seven Killers in the Motian Ridge of Changbai Mountain. His physical body stayed in seclusion for many years, and he traveled around the world with his soul.
The spirit of the old demon from Heishan was condensed and almost became a true form, which was definitely not comparable to Yelu Jingwen's newly refined spirit. When the spirit was flying, it was thousands of miles away from the extinct mountains, forests, rivers and lakes, and it arrived almost instantly.
Wang Zhong saw a dark red and black cloud suddenly flying from the sky, as fast as a galloping horse. At first it was only a little bit, but in an instant it was as big as a straw mat, covering the sky and stopping.
"It's the old immortal, the old immortal from Montenegro has appeared!" All the Manchu soldiers knelt down and worshiped the sky. Daishan also knelt down, and Fan Wencheng half-kneeled. They looked up at the black cloud as big as a straw mat in the sky.
"Old demon of Black Mountain, you are about to fight, but you still dare to meddle in my business!" Yelu Jingwen refused to lose face, and his soul floated up, with the Five Clouds Blood Slaying Sword shining brightly.
"If you don't get out, do you want me to take action?" The voice of the black cloud rolled down, and then Jie Jie laughed strangely, like a night owl and an old wolf.
"Old Black Mountain demon, don't go too far!" Yelu Jingwen just said, the black cloud suddenly expanded, as if inflated, red light flashed inside, and there were groups of flame-like clouds mixed in it, and the sky
Suddenly the heat was unbearable. Mixed with Jie Jie's strange laughter, the black cloud transformed into a huge palm and grabbed Yelu Jingwen's soul.
Yelu Jingwen was shocked, and he quickly flew out the Wuyun Blood Slaying Sword, like a blood snake dancing crazily, and stabbed the big hand.
Hehehe sneered. He grabbed the Wuyun Blood Slaying Sword with his big hand and wrapped it in the clouds. Yelu Jingwen pointed his fingers, but it was all in vain. He couldn't get it back. Only then did he realize that the old demon of Black Mountain was really well-deserved.
The big hand grabbed the Wuyun Blood Slaying Sword, and then grabbed the Yuanshen Yelu Jingwen. Yelu Jingwen fled in a hurry, drifting away with the wind for dozens of miles.
"You are not allowed to step into Liaodong in the future, otherwise you will be wiped out! Even the soul cannot drive away objects. It is quite a waste gas, and you dare to come out and show off." The voice of the old demon from Montenegro rippled.
"What a man!" Wang Zhong suddenly had the same feeling that Liu Bang had when he first saw Qin Shihuang.
A maniacal laugh came from the black cloud, and suddenly it pressed down on Wang Zhong and the others. Wang Zhong was shocked, and was about to swing out the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword, but who knew that this black cloud was extremely fast, and wrapped around his upper body in the blink of an eye, several major meridians,
They were all sealed tightly. The whole body was wrapped up, it was dark, very hot, and it was like being in the crater of a volcano.
"You're finally here!" Wang Zhong remembered the voice of the old demon from Montenegro.
The four of them were wrapped in black clouds, soared into the sky, and flew eastward in the blink of an eye.