These dozens of heroes rushed out from all directions and broke into the Tatar army formation from different angles.
The incident happened suddenly, and those Tatars were no longer as elite and brave as they used to be. For a time, they did not organize an effective interception, and they were mostly charged in!
"Quick, form a formation! Form a formation!"
The leading Tatar officer shouted loudly in Mongolian, with a loud voice that penetrated the military formation. Suddenly, the Tatar cavalry formed a group, taking care of each other, and began to surround and kill these heroes.
It's just that this is not on the battlefield, nor is it a life-and-death struggle between two armies.
This was an assassination, and the assassins were all powerful men with martial arts skills.
Maybe on the plain, they were scattered by the Tatar cavalry with a single charge, but at this time, they were on the long street!
It was seen that these people either used hidden weapons or relied on physical skills, using their swords to deflect and their swordsmanship to be agile. They quickly penetrated into the deepest part of the military formation. The first wave of attackers quickly crashed into the monk formation where the lama was!
"Kill! Make great achievements today!"
One man raised his arms and shouted, rushing into the monk formation, but what greeted him was the palms of three monks.
Tantric Mahamudra!
Three majestic palms came over, and wherever they passed, swords broke and people fell over. The first wave of heroes who rushed in all fell under these three palms, and no one was spared!
These three internal strength cultivations are no less than the first-class martial arts masters in the Central Plains. However, none of these assassinating martial arts heroes have this skill. How can they resist?!
The three monks killed the assassins who rushed over. Without stopping, they moved forward in the direction in which the people rushed in. They joined forces with the Tatar army to flank the high-ranking guests.
In just half a cup of tea, those wealthy merchants died and fled. In addition to the corpses of Tatar cavalry and assassins, not even a monk was injured, let alone the successful assassination of Pasiba.
Got it!
The people along the way showed fear on their faces when they saw this bloody scene.
"Amitabha!"
Hutu Living Buddha suddenly recited a Buddha's name. Blessed by his inner power, his voice echoed in the night sky and reached everyone's ears.
This voice seems to contain a special magic power, which can eliminate all negative emotions in the hearts of the people.
The man put his hands together, had a pious face, and recited the sutra: At that time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva said: World Honored One, when I look at the sentient beings in Jambudvipa, their actions and thoughts are nothing more than sins. They are deprived of good benefits and retreat from their original intention. If you encounter this,
Bad fate is enhanced by thoughts. People of this generation are like walking on a muddy road, burdened by heavy stones, becoming increasingly trapped and heavier, and their steps are profound..."
What he was reciting was the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who sits in the underworld and saves all living beings from ghosts and ghosts. He is a Bodhisattva with great compassion and great aspirations.
Every verse of the sutra was recited from his mouth, clearing his mind and mind, concentrating his mind and meditating, and wisps of Buddha's light suddenly appeared from his body. The glass was pure and the treasure was solemn. He really walked in the world like a son of the Buddha.
The people on the roadside showed fascination when they saw this, and they all knelt down and chanted the Buddha's name loudly.
The chariot and sedan started again, escorted by the Tatars, who also chanted sutras in low voices. These Mongolians believed in Buddhism more firmly than the people in the Central Plains.
On the street, the sound of chanting and chanting can be heard for a while, which is refreshing and pleasant to the ears.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, a hint of timidity and fear flashed across Lu Yuncheng's face.
His martial arts may not be better than those of the dead heroes, and he is far less skilled than those three monks, so he will naturally be afraid.
Li Qiye smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm still in front of you."
Lu Yuncheng took a deep breath and said solemnly: "If you die, I will help you take revenge."
"If I die, I would rather you escape!"
Mo Li smiled again and lowered his head to look at the chariot sedan below. At this time, it was only a short distance away from Chunfeng Tower.
His figure swayed and fell from the sky. The cold wind poured into his body, but it made the young man's heart become even hotter.
I came here to kill Pasiba not to gain fame, but to repay Zhang Sanfeng for his ten years of teaching me art!
Since this thing started with me, it will naturally end with me!
The group of Tatars suddenly panicked when they saw the figure of a young man wearing Taoist robes descending from the sky and blocking the road with a long sword hanging from his waist.
"There are assassins!" a Tatar shouted in Mongolian.
The sound of chanting suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on this young man.
"Is he a Taoist priest?!"
"He wants to assassinate too?!"
"Isn't this a way to die?!"
…
All the people looked at the handsome young man with the sword hanging from his waist, and they all looked shocked and regretful.
However, Mo Li didn't even look at the people. He just looked at the chariot and sedan with a calm expression, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Song Qingshu, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, pays homage to Master Pasiba on the orders of his master."
The Taoist Priest's calm tone and clear voice reached everyone's ears, but they were shocked again!
Wu-Tang Clan!
It’s the Wudang Sect founded by Zhang Sanfeng, the same Wudang Sect who wants to debate scriptures with Pasiba in Mount Huashan!
"The Wu-Tang Clan! It's the Wu-Tang Clan who killed the commander-in-chief!"
A murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Mongolian general, and he shouted: "Kill him and avenge the commander-in-chief!"
King Ruyang once commanded the army of the world and was very popular among the Yuan court!
All the soldiers responded in unison and started to charge forward. At this moment, they heard an old voice saying: "Let him in."
The voice was a little hoarse and weak, but it had an awe-inspiring majesty. The soldiers who were about to move subconsciously reined in their horses and stopped advancing.
The general said unwillingly: "Sir, people from the Wudang Clan killed the commander-in-chief!"
"Let him in!"
This time, the owner of the voice increased his tone, but in people's ears, it sounded even more majestic, like an emperor sitting on a dragon's throne giving orders, which made it difficult for people to refuse, and they didn't dare to refuse.
"well……"
The general beat his chest unwillingly and said helplessly: "Let him in."
After hearing the order, a group of Yuan Ting cavalry retreated to both sides, leaving a road in the middle.
Mo Li looked calm and walked slowly into the formation. The Yuan Ting soldiers stared at him fiercely, with their hands still on their swords, as if they were going to attack and kill him at the next moment, but he remained indifferent.
, as if facing a group of clay puppets.
Not long after, when he came to the monk, Mo Li bowed his hands and said, "Song Qingshu, a disciple of the Wudang Sect, pays homage to the master."
"It's you?"
Hutu Living Buddha looked at Mo Li with a look of surprise on his face.
That day in the Seven Zhenwu Formation, he saw Mo Li and the Six Heroes taking action together. This person was clearly Mo Li, so how could he claim to be Song Qingshu?
"Song Qingshu?"
In the carriage, the old voice sounded again, and said hoarsely: "The old monk heard that Wudang sent out a sword god Mo Li, who is extremely impressive. Unexpectedly, there is also Song Qingshu, who is also a dragon and a phoenix among people."
His tone was full of praise, and Mo Li could faintly notice that there were two eyes staring at him in the gauze that seemed to penetrate him.
"Tell me, why did Master Zhang ask you to come?"
When Mo Li heard the words, there was a strong energy flowing in his body.
His hand slowly fell towards the hilt of the sword. In the process, the sword intention in his body became more and more powerful, more and more powerful!
"Master said that it would be disrespectful to come and not return. Since I have accepted Master's Ming King Demon Subduing Array, I will also invite Master..."
"Take my sword!"
When he said the last four words, the young man's voice suddenly became high-pitched, like the clanging sound of a sword!