Tang Xuanming gave orders coldly, and the robe he was wearing was thrown away, revealing the cold armor underneath.
Guo Jing silently waved the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to push back the King of the Golden Wheel. She performed the light skill of Snake-Shape Tanuki Fan recorded in the Nine Yin Manual. Her movements were so fast that she walked on the ground like a snake.
He pulled the young man who was fighting with Dalba and passed him by.
Jin Lun Dharma King knew something was wrong, and followed Guo Jing's steps like a shadow.
But before he could catch up, crossbow arrows flew down like rain, sealing off all his hiding spaces.
He looked up to the sky and let out a roar, took off his robe, used it as a spear, and blocked countless arrows. Even so, there were still sporadic arrows stuck in his body.
The crossbow arrows that could pierce cowhide could only pierce the surface of his body, but could not penetrate deeply, which shocked the martial arts people watching from a distance.
However, many of the Imperial Guards just pushed back indifferently. The reserve team behind them, which had already loaded their crossbows, stepped forward and fired another round of thousands of arrows.
"Roar!"
Dalba was far from having the internal strength and physical strength of King Jinlun. The first round of crossbow arrows had already left him scarred and bleeding all over the ground.
The second crossbow arrow was fired again, turning him into a hedgehog. He roared and charged towards the surrounding guards.
What was greeted was only cold arrows. This Mongolian master who already had first-class hand strength in the martial arts, and whose internal strength and physique were extremely amazing, had no chance to get close to the imperial guards under such round after round of crossbow arrows.
He fell to the ground a few feet away from the imperial guards, like a dying tiger, letting out a deep roar. He did not show the slightest fear until his death. Such a warrior moved the faces of martial arts heroes in the distance.
Tang Xuanming, who was sitting at the top indifferently, nodded and said: "Bury this warrior with honor!"
The Royal Forest Army nodded silently, just like one weapon after another, there was nothing strange about it.
The Jinlun Dharma King in the center of the clearing would be forced back by a shower of arrows every time he made an attack. When he tried to block the arrows forcefully and charge again.
Guo Jing, who has bought time, will appear in front of where he wants to attack, and the loud roar of the dragon will sound around him, making no one dare to advance.
"collapse!"
Tang Xuanming was holding a big bow that was as tall as him. When he pulled the bow string to its full length, it collapsed with just one arrow.
His timing was so good that he happened to be in the blind spot of Jinlun Dharma King's vision. Just when his old strength had gone and new power had not yet emerged, when Jinlun Dharma King discovered it, the arrow had already reached his side.
, piercing his left rib, causing him to let out a cry of pain and almost collapse to the ground.
Tang Xuanming himself is a top master, and he understands that these martial arts masters are extremely sensitive to crises. Therefore, his arrows never directly attack Jinlun Dharma King's weak points. Instead, they use blunt knives to cut the flesh bit by bit from Jinlun Dharma King
He tore off a piece of flesh and blood from his body and drained the blood of this powerful beast bit by bit.
Just like boiling a frog in warm water, every time Jin Lun Dharma King wanted to risk his life to attack, Tang Xuanming's arrows and Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms would force him to retreat and return to the center of the field.
And as arrows rained down, it became increasingly difficult for him to dodge and move. He was surrounded by dense arrows as if there was a good harvest of rice.
However, the speed of Jinlun Dharma King's flashing and moving is getting slower and slower.
"collapse!"
As Tang Xuanming struck again, Jin Lun Dharma King was unable to dodge, and another arrow penetrated his calf. He finally stopped frantically attacking in the field, and instead sat cross-legged in the field, clasped his hands, and silently recited the name of the Buddha.
"Keep shooting arrows!"
Tang Xuanming keenly felt that there was still a vitality in King Jinlun's body that had not been cut off, and was still twisting in his body. If someone approached him at this time, he would be able to maintain the strongest blow.
Even the five great masters of the Central Plains in the world would be severely damaged by this fatal blow. This is a blow that he risked all his life and will definitely reach the peak in history.
Tang Xuanming had already sensed this situation and would not move forward.
Just looking at him indifferently, Jinlun Dharma King finally stopped pretending after hearing the cold command, and the exposed skin of his whole body turned faintly golden.
Staring at Tang Xuanming with extremely terrifying eyes, he stepped a little, and a big hole instantly exploded on the ground, and the distance of nearly ten feet between him and Tang Xuanming was actually covered in an instant.
The power of Dragon Elephant contained in his body exploded into a world-shattering blow, which was no less powerful than when he reached the peak of the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, and this blow also took away all the vitality in his body.
and vitality.
No matter whether the person in front of this blow is dead or alive, he cannot survive.
"How could Mongolia die in such a miserable way? How could he not have killed me without dragging along a privy envoy?"
He was roaring and roaring in his heart.
Guo Jing just stood there silently. He felt an extremely terrifying sword energy coming from the Privy Councilor's body. The ancient sword energy was so powerful that he had never seen it in his life.
The whole world is carrying swords, but there is no one who can really have such a sword intention in the whole world.
The world of swordsmen has long passed, this era belongs to internal strength.
"puff!"
Jin Lun Dharma King's punch stayed between Tang Xuanming's eyebrows, but could never touch Tang Xuanming.
The sword stuck in the wooden handle at Tang Xuanming's waist had already left his body. The sword that was once ridiculed by ordinary knights and knights flashed with cold light and instantly penetrated the powerful body of King Jinlun.
Guo Jing, who was far away, sighed: "What a sword."
It was indeed a good sword. The style was different now, more like an ancient sword from the pre-Qin era. The shape was simple, but what didn't change was its sharpness.
The Mingyue Sword of the Qin Dynasty ranked first in the rankings. Tian Wen and Xuan Ming of the Tang Dynasty were able to easily pierce his chest with one sword when they were just starting to practice the Ant Emperor Technique.
At the same time, because of this sword, this sword was brought to the altar by him, and now with his arrival, it is pinned to his waist.
The silver-haired old man who saw this scene almost trembled and fell from the tree. He never imagined that such a superb and famous sword would be hidden in a wooden sheath.
That cold light is enough to put any famous sword in this era to shame. It belongs to the arrogance of Qin Shi Mingyue in the Zhongwu world.
In a world where onmyoji, mechanism, and other strange secret arts exist, Tianwen can still be ranked as the best sword in the world.
"Qiang!"
Tang Xuanming coldly sheathed his sword, but when a sword penetrated his brain, Jinlun Dharma King who should have been cut off from his breath calmly left his last words.
"The iron hooves of the Great Mongolia will crush all your pride. They will kill you, humiliate your wives and daughters, and sing loudly on your beds..."
"Cut off his head and send it to Lin'an City so that the literati can see the style of the Imperial Master of the Song Dynasty. I hope they won't pee their pants."
Dong Jian, who was beside Tang Xuanming, sneered and chopped off the head of King Jinlun with a sword and put it in a box filled with lime.
The number of heads of the Mongolian Imperial Guard was enough for him to be promoted to a noble rank.