Chapter 328 Heavenly Sword Song Que, Fighting the Wine Monk
In the blink of an eye, the heavy breath became heavier, and faintly, there were even vague visions.
The demonic shadow that looks down on all living beings.
The vast sword energy of the stars.
The vast and cruel blood.
The illusory Dapeng wants to go.
The great sun rises majestically into the sky.
The invisible and supreme heavenly sword.
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The appearance of visions one after another made the atmosphere increasingly heavy and conflicting.
Every vision tightly controls the world around it, as if they are all independent small worlds, engaged in a silent and uncompromising confrontation.
Soon, even the fierce confrontation between the armed and iron horses not far away was somewhat suppressed by their visions.
This is the intimidating power of a peerless strong man.
This is also the reason why Pang Ban and others are not within the scope of the army at this time to fight Wang Chongyang and others.
With the tyranny of the Mongolian Yuan army, the strength of the 200,000-strong army, plus many famous generals, is enough to suppress some peerless experts, not to mention the mastery of spiritual energy.
But with so many peerless experts and dozens of master-level experts, the combined power is too overwhelming.
It is too lethal to large armies.
With sufficient self-confidence, Pang Ban and others chose this place.
It just so happened that the purpose of Wang Chongyang and others was to defeat the Mongolian and Yuan army.
If you want to defeat the Mongolian and Yuan army, you must first defeat Pang Ban and others.
Then it is the best choice to separate the Meng Yuan army from Pang Ban and others and prevent the army from affecting them.
Those more than 40 strong masters faced off against the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry head on, just to hold back the Mongolian and Yuan army.
After they defeated Pang Ban, they would work together to completely defeat the Mongolian and Yuan army.
"Master Wang, God's will is with me, so why do you insist on going your own way and going against the will of God?"
Under the heavy and depressing atmosphere, Kublai Khan smiled and said.
His demeanor was indescribably relaxed and confident, as if he had everything under control.
"The Meng Yuan was cruel, but they also believed in destiny?"
Wang Chongyang sneered with unabashed disdain.
"The Immortal Heaven rules everything, and I, the Great Yuan, will surely dominate the world." Kublai Khan said calmly and with a touch of domineering air.
"ridiculous."
A cold and proud voice came out of the mouth of the sword-wielding figure, and there was a faint air of sword energy.
The cold voice was full of arrogance, looking down: "A mere alien race wants to destroy our country, Yanhuang, China? It's simply ridiculous."
"Heavenly Sword, Song Que."
The eyes of several people on Meng Yuan's side changed slightly, and they all looked at the figure holding the knife with a dangerous look.
There was no concealment of murderous intent.
It was like seeing a mortal enemy.
This kind of look and murderous intent was the first time that several people from Meng Yuan's party appeared together on one person.
Even when faced with Wang Chongyang, the strong man named Zhao has never experienced this.
"I have always heard that Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, has a deep misunderstanding of my Great Yuan. When we met today, it turned out to be true." Kublai Khan narrowed his eyes and chuckled again.
Song Que, who was holding the knife, curled up the corner of his mouth almost perfectly. Facing Liu Dao's murderous gaze, he showed no intention of flinching and sneered: "Misunderstanding?
Song has never misunderstood, but a mere barbarian has a delusional plot against our land of China. Isn't this ridiculous?"
“Even the Yanhuang region of China was once formed by the gathering of different tribes.
Heaven's Sword is so extreme, is it also denying this point?" Kublai Khan said patiently and in a deep voice.
"Hahaha, what you said is quite right, then let Meng Yuan surrender to me, China Yanhuang.
When your wildness is eliminated, you can naturally integrate into my great China." Song Que smiled and said calmly, a sense of domineering and arrogance naturally rising up.
Wang Chongyang and others all expressed approval.
The eyes of Pang Ban and others became colder and more dangerous, and Kublai Khan no longer smiled.
"Since ancient times, the weak have preyed on the strong, and only the strong can dominate everything. Is Tiandao ready to continue to immerse itself in the past glory of its ancestors?
Words can’t decide anything?
And the fact that we can stand here is enough to explain everything. The Song Dynasty has long been decayed, and I, the Yuan Dynasty, will definitely be able to conquer the Central Plains."
Kublai Khan said coldly.
"The ups and downs of the moment are the natural way of heaven. At this time, the Meng Yuan Dynasty will be defeated." Song Que said sonorously and forcefully.
"Just how many of you are there?"
Meng Chixing, who had been quiet all this time, spoke calmly, looking at Song Que with indifferent eyes.
There was no ups and downs in his voice, but there was an extremely overbearing pressure pressing on Song Que.
"enough."
Wang Chongyang spoke calmly, and his momentum moved slightly as he locked onto Meng Chixing, as if he was about to take action at the next moment.
Meng Chixing's eyes moved slightly, and most of his attention was transferred to Wang Chongyang.
The eyes of other people also moved.
"It seems that Master Wang wants to fight with me today?" Meng Chixing said quietly.
The demonic aura behind him became more solid, and he could strike at any time.
"Today, I'm going to kill you." Wang Chongyang was unceremonious, his tone was sharp, and the long sword he carried behind him trembled slightly.
"Then we have to see if the real person has this ability." Meng Chixing smiled, which was extremely devilish, domineering, confident, proud and powerful.
The rest of the people took a deep look at the two figures who were becoming more and more entangled with each other, and their eyes were a little more solemn.
This battle is about to begin.
"Holy monk, and this master, do the Buddhist sect really want to be the enemy of our Mongolian and Yuan army?"
Kublai Khan turned his eyes and looked at the holy monk and the monk with the wine gourd hanging around his waist. His tone was soft and serious.
"Amitabha."
The holy monk clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then fell silent.
He just used his qi machine to target his old rival, King Xiaoyao.
King Xiaoyao snorted coldly and quickly responded with Qi Ji.
Kublai Khan and others looked away and looked at the monk.
They all understood that the holy monk's attitude was very clear and he would not hesitate to fight to the death.
He does not represent Buddhism as the enemy of Meng Yuan. To Meng Yuan, he only represents himself.
For the Song Dynasty and even the entire Han people, he acted on behalf of Buddhism.
If he dies, Buddhism won't say much.
If Meng Yuan wins one day, his end will not be good.
This is something everyone knows very well.
Just like the children of aristocratic families do not put their eggs in one basket, in every troubled time, different tribesmen will join different forces.
This is to ensure that the family will not really be exterminated.
As for the losers, they are naturally abandoned.
So to a certain extent, the holy monk is equivalent to an abandoned child.
This situation will not be liked by those in power, but it is too common, and those in power can only compromise and accept it.
Just like the Song Dynasty court and the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty at this time.
I acquiesced in this behavior of the holy monks and Buddhists.
"Amitabha."
The monk with the wine gourd hanging on his waist smiled faintly and said calmly: "The poor monk only represents himself here. Back then, he understood the Nine Yin Sutra while drinking wine and realized the Nine Yang Sutra and achieved his own path.