The sky suddenly turned dark. When I looked up, I saw that it was not a dark cloud, but a rain of arrows covering the sky. Round after round of arrow rain shot down, just like a net bag covering the sky, covering the sky and also covering the sky.
The martial arts people withstood the impact.
"ah……"
Screams came one after another, and one martial artist after another was shot into a hedgehog and fell to the ground.
"Everyone, get off the roof!"
A loud shout was heard from the crowd, and then figures jumped into the sky and landed on the roofs on both sides. They stepped on the tiles, and their bodies were like a breeze, jumping several feet away.
"kill!"
Finally, they came into close combat with the Mongolian and Yuan armies. At this time, the martial arts people broke out with amazing fighting power. Look at those masters of the martial arts. They might be three or five people gathered together to form a formation and kill all the way. The Mongolian army
There is no enemy at all. Looking at the masters of Mingjiao, although they have no formation, they can advance together as a few people, and the people around them cannot stop them. Even if the Mongolian and Yuan army uses people to pile up, they can't stop their steps.
If this continues, the martial arts practitioners will break through sooner or later.
At this moment, Zhang Junbao, who was on the roof, suddenly noticed that a large group of people suddenly walked out from behind the group of people. There were several large cars in the middle of them. He took a closer look and was shocked. This car was nothing else.
It was the Mongols themselves who made the trebuchet, the so-called trebuchet.
The trebuchet was launched, and huge stones fell down like a blanket. These attacks were more powerful than bows and arrows, leaving people unable to hide.
"ah……"
For a moment, there were another burst of screams. This time, the Mongols not only attacked the martial arts people, but also surrounded their army. It was really inhumane.
"asshole!"
Zhang Junbao was furious. He was like a willow swallow in the sky, fluttering gently, and the next moment he was in front of the back-to-back artillery. When the soldiers on the caboose saw Zhang Junbao, they formed a formation and attacked him.
Zhang Junbao laughed angrily. He drew out his Zhenwu sword and lightly swiped it in the air. Then the swords of the people in front of him were tilted around. Then he slashed the sword and several people died under his sword.
Zhang Laodao usually doesn't kill people, but he can't care much about it at this time. He is merciless with his sword, and every sword will take away several lives. In less than a while, he entered the queue and died by his sword.
There were already hundreds of Mongols in the area.
The Mongolians surrounded Zhang Junbao in the center, and he kept killing everyone and rushed to the Huihui artillery, intending to destroy the Huihui artillery. However, his movements were still slow, allowing the Mongols to fire several rounds, and many martial arts people died.
Under the boulder, Zhang Junbao became angrier as he continued to fight. Finally, after killing someone, he threw the corpse towards the Huihui cannon. Those who fired were hit by the corpses and fell to the ground one by one. When they got to the back, all the Huihui cannons were hit.
The body was covered and no more shots could be fired.
"It's Master Zhang of Wudang, everyone rush towards Master Zhang!" Someone noticed Zhang Junbao and immediately shouted to boost morale. Sure enough, they heard that Zhang Junbao was also here and was still helping him and others, so they immediately exerted their strength.
In one fell swoop, he broke through the Mongolian encirclement in front and killed them.
Everyone joined together, and their attack power increased greatly. In a short time, they cleared away the people around them. However, they were few in number, so they had just broken through the street. Half of them were already dead, and there were still countless people outside.
These people really didn't know whether they could really kill the Mongol army of the Qing Dynasty.
On the Mingjiao side, the leader of Yijiao looked grave. He pulled Yang Dingtian and said in a deep voice: "Dingtian, this time our Mingjiao has failed. However, we in the Mingjiao cannot all die here. In a moment, you will see the opportunity.
Just break through and go."
"Master, you..."
"Right envoy, just listen to the leader. You are our next generation leader, how can you die here? We old guys, we will fight hard this time!" Zuo envoy said loudly before Yang Dingtian could speak. The leader behind him
The crowd immediately started shouting too.
After many discussions, everyone found that there was no other way except to break out of the encirclement, so they all picked up weapons and prepared to fight out.
The town is densely packed with Mongols, and every step they take will cost them blood. However, when the martial arts people who are determined to unite come together, their explosive power is also huge, especially when they are just breaking through.
This breakout battle lasted for a day. In the evening, the Mingjiao Master Yi led Yang Dingtian to break out first. However, in this battle, the Mingjiao suffered heavy casualties. The Guangming Zuo Envoy, the Four Dharma Kings, and the Five Sans were almost killed.
In despair, only a young Dharma King was left behind to follow him and break out of the siege. This person was none other than the White-browed Eagle King, the future leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, who would become famous all over the world.
The biggest loss of the Ming Cult was not the Dharma Kings, but the Master of the Clothes Cult. In this battle, he fought tooth and nail. If not for the support of his obsession, he would have been unable to hold on. At this time, he looked up at Yang Dingtian and Bai Mei.
As soon as he was sent outside, he staggered and fell to the ground without any warning, his face was like gold paper. The next moment, the Mongolian soldiers around him chopped him into pieces with swords and swords.
"Master..."
Yang Dingtian was so sad that he got up and was about to go back. Fortunately, the White-browed Eagle King grabbed him and roared: "Right envoy, our Mingjiao has no one left. If you die here, our Mingjiao will be destroyed."
Got it!"
"Ah..." Yang Dingtian shouted, the pain in his eyes and face was unbearable to look at.
On the other side, Zhang Junbao also led the righteous people to break out, but their side was not much better. Except for some young and strong people with advanced skills, everyone else died in the city, even Zhang Junbao himself was also injured.
I brought two knives with me.
"Let's go!" Zhang Junbao said in a hoarse voice. He took the lead and jumped out. The others immediately followed. Those Mongolians wanted to chase, but Zhang Junbao, who was the first to break out, turned around and slapped countless people on the ground.
Pebbles were thrown up by him and flew back like sharp arrows. The Mongols who were hit were so scared that they ran away without the courage to pursue.
After being completely far away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell down on the ground. Several leaders thanked Zhang Sanfeng. He shook his head and said: "We belong to the same path, so we should save each other." As he said this,
, he thought of Yu Lianzhou in the city, and immediately said: "Everyone, it's still my business, so I'll take my leave!"
They were not forced to stay. Several of their sects had suffered heavy losses this time, so they naturally had to take a careful inventory.
After Zhang Junbao separated from them, he sneaked back under the cover of night. In the city, the Mongols were cleaning up the town. Countless corpses were being loaded onto carts and transported away. The strong smell of blood made the entire city of Xi'an feel like a slaughterhouse.
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Back at the inn, Zhang Junbao picked up Yu Lianzhou. Just as he was sneaking out of the city again, he saw a child on the street looking at the Mongolians with hatred on his face. He was holding a handful of islets and seemed to be planning to sneak attack on the Mongolians.
Mongol.
"This..." Zhang Junbao was startled, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed the child, snatched the knife from his hand, and shouted softly: "Are you willing to die?"
"Give me the knife back, I want to avenge my father and mother!" The child seemed unafraid and said in a hateful voice.
Hearing this, Zhang Junbao sighed. He stroked the child's head and comforted him: "Child, your parents are dead, so what's the use of revenge? Now, you should live and learn good kung fu. That's the only way.
, only your parents can tell the truth."
The little boy seemed to be very sensible. As soon as he heard Zhang Junbao's words, he knelt down and said, "Disciple Yu Daiyan, please accept me as your disciple!"
"Okay, I'll accept you!" Zhang Junbao didn't have time to think too much. The city was still dangerous at this time. He hurriedly followed Yu Daiyan and quickly sneaked out of Xi'an with his two children.
