Traveling from the world of martial arts

Chapter 121 One person vs. 80 army

"Boy Yang is not bad." Zhou Botong praised Yang Guo's plan when he saw it.

"Let's go over and help!" Guo Jing shouted, planning to respond.

"Quick, stop him!"

Meng Ge saw Yang Guo who was approaching him, his expression was a little anxious, and he shouted loudly to the guards beside him and the masters who protected him.

Yang Guo was holding the black iron sword, but everyone came together.

Not only that, but outside Xiangyang City, Yang Guo obtained the inheritance of Dugu Qiubai just like in the plot.

To be precise, it is the inheritance of the big eagle.

After all, what Da Diao knows is to learn to seek defeat alone.

And Yang Guo learned from Da Diao, so he is naturally regarded as Da Diao's disciple.

Although today's Yang Guo has not experienced the experiences and tribulations of the original work, he has his own opportunities and is now an innately strong person.

Xiaolongnv is a little bit worse, but she has also reached half a step of innateness, and is not far from innateness.

It can be regarded as the top powerhouse of the younger generation.

When Yang Guo approached Meng Ge, a guard came to kill him desperately.

Yang Guo didn't get too entangled with them, and rushed to where Meng Ge was.

However, several not weak masters blocked his way.

Although no one is his opponent alone, but the combination of the three of them is enough to fight against him, and with the guards on the side, he can't go any further.

"Oops!"

On the top of the wall, Huang Yaoshi murmured that it was not good; Yang Guo's progress was hindered, and he had already lost the chance to kill Meng Ge. If this continues, they will definitely lose.

Just when he was anxious, he suddenly heard shouts from under the tower.

Huang Yaoshi frowned even more. The situation outside was already chaotic enough. What happened in the city?
Could it be the Mongolian spies hiding in the city, planning to cooperate with the inside and outside?

Just when he was about to order someone to go down and inquire about the situation, a loud noise echoed and the city gate exploded!
"what happened!"

Huang Yaoshi roared, there is no city gate, what can they use to stop the Mongolian cavalry.

At this time, a panicked soldier came to report: "A man was driving a carriage out of the city. The villain and others suspected the identity of the other party and planned to take him down, but the other party shot and shattered the city gate with one palm!"

The soldier's tone was full of shock and disbelief, and he still couldn't believe what he saw just now.

"Break the city gate with one palm? Are you kidding me?!"

Xiang Tianbao muttered to himself, Zhang Junbao opened his mouth, Guo Xiang stretched his head to look down the tower, and saw a young man driving a carriage slowly out of the city.

"This is!!"

Huang Yaoshi also looked down the city, and recognized the identity of the visitor at first sight.

The founder of the Quanzhen Sect, Wang Chongyang!
"Wang Chongyang?!"

Guo Xiang and the three looked at each other, feeling strange and familiar to this name.

"Didn't this senior stay in the ancient tomb all the time? Why did he suddenly come out and come here again?"

You must know that in order to fight against the Mongolian army, they also invited each other, but they did not accept the invitation.

Not to mention Huang Yaoshi who was puzzled, many soldiers and masters of the Song Dynasty who were fighting outside the city were attracted by what happened behind.

I was afraid in my heart that something happened to Xiangyang City. If this was the case, they would really have no way out.

However, when they saw Deng Xiao driving a carriage, they were all stunned.

What is this situation?
"Master?!" Zhou Botong exclaimed.

"Ancestor!"

"Wang Chongyang?!"

"Father of the Quanzhen sect?"

Some people were shocked, some were puzzled, and some were puzzled.

Deng Xiao ignored these, and drove the carriage forward slowly.

The soldiers and masters of the Song Kingdom subconsciously parted ways to give way. Although they had never seen Deng Xiao, nor had they seen Deng Xiao make a move, but just their reputation made them subconsciously respect each other.

Those Mongolian soldiers would not let go of this opportunity, and they planned to break through the defense line along the passage.

And the carriage in front of them was naturally to be destroyed directly.

Deng Xiao was in a bad mood. Lin Chaoying was in the carriage at the moment, but he was frozen in the Xuanbing, that is, the cold jade bed.

In order to find a way, Deng Xiao asked Lin Chaoying to enter a state of suspended animation by using the fetal breathing technique.

Coupled with the fact that he swallowed a lot of pills before falling asleep, he should have enough time to solve Lin Chaoying's problems.

The reason why he appeared here was mainly to take Lin Chaoying to Tianshan.

Xuanbing was made into a coffin, and the inside was hollowed out. It wouldn't last long, and he had to change to another place.

What happened to Lin Chaoying made Deng Xiao feel depressed, so even though he knew that there was a big battle going on here, he didn't evade it.

Seeing the Mongolian soldiers rushing, he uttered a word coldly.

"roll!"

Like a thunderclap resounding in the sky, the sycophants under the Mongolian army were frightened, and the formation was in chaos for a while.

A group of soldiers who bore the brunt died from the shattered veins all over their bodies, and died without a sound.

What happened here attracted Meng Ge's attention, thinking that Deng Xiao was also a master from the Central Plains who came to kill him, and directly ordered the army to strangle him.

"act recklessly!"

Facing the densely packed army around him, Deng Xiao didn't intend to get up, he slapped out his right palm, and the sound of dragon chant resounded through the sky.

A total of 32 flying dragons formed by condensing true energy roared and rushed around. Wherever they went, people turned on their backs and smoke billowed.

"This is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?!"

Hong Qigong had practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms for many years, even if Deng Xiao just swung a palm casually, he could still see the clues of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from it.

However, isn't it a bit shocking to fly out 32 flying dragons with condensed true energy?

Even he could only shoot two flying dragons. The strongest Qiao Gang leader in the history of their beggar gang could only shoot eight flying dragons at his peak.

Deng Xiao knows Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he knows that after all, his Nine Yin Manual was obtained by the other party from the seniors of the Beggar Gang.

However, people are more popular than people.

The gap is a bit big!

Where the 32 flying dragons passed, there were no survivors of the Mongolian soldiers, and they were wiped out within a radius of nearly a kilometer.

After doing all this, Deng Xiao slowly vacated, took a deep breath, and a large amount of air was sucked into his abdomen.

"Oops! Cover your ears!"

Zhou Botong turned pale with shock, and hastily reminded his surrounding companions.

"Quick, cover your ears."

Under Huang Yaoshi's urging, Guo Xiang and the others quickly covered their ears.

Immediately afterwards, a sound far exceeding the previous echoed on the battlefield.

The super high-pitched sound tortured everyone's eardrums, making life worse than death.

Directly in front of the sound wave, the ground seemed to have been scratched, and the Mongolian soldiers who bore the brunt died directly without a place to bury them.

Throughout the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of troops stopped fighting, covered their ears on the ground, and wailed endlessly.

Even if Song Guofang covered his ears early, he couldn't bear the terrifying sound waves.

Pressing the palm, shadows enveloped the sky, and a giant palm was slowly pressed down from the sky.

Directly below the palm is Meng Ge, the Great Khan of Mongolia.

"No, save me!"

The master guards around wanted to make a move, but a pressure fell from the sky, and they couldn't move at all.

Before the palm was pressed down, everyone under the palm was crushed into a pulp.

Rumble!
The ground trembled, and after the loud noise, a huge palm print appeared outside Xiangyang City.

"Is this still a human being?" Xiang Tianbao murmured to himself.

"It's amazing!" Guo Xiang flashed little stars on both sides, full of admiration.

Zhang Junbao's face became even more bitter. He looked at the figure slowly falling onto the carriage, full of melancholy.

Deng Xiao was about to drive the carriage away when he suddenly looked towards the city wall and Zhang Junbao with some feeling.

Zhang Junbao saw Deng Xiao looking at him, and saw those calm eyes getting bigger and bigger, he only felt a blur of realization, his brain was dizzy, and he fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Xiang Tianbao on the side held him, otherwise he would have to be smashed to pieces.

"What's wrong with you boy?"

"No, it's fine."

Not paying attention to the stunned army on the battlefield, Deng Xiao drove the carriage as if nothing happened, and continued to move forward.

Until the carriage went away, the shouts of killing sounded again on the battlefield.

"Army attack!!"

Guo Jing raised his head to the sky and screamed, all the troops in Xiangyang City attacked.

The Mongolian Khan is dead, and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The hunt started, and as for Deng Xiao, he was subconsciously left behind by everyone and didn't think much about it.

Mongolia was defeated, and then fell into an internal struggle for power, and was unable to go south for a short time.

The Central Plains fell into a short-lived peace, Huashan Discourse on Martial Arts started again, and a new round of Wujue appeared.

It's just that only Xidu was replaced by Xikuang, and the rest remained unchanged.

Jueyuan showed great strength in this battle, and was welcomed back to the temple by the monks of Shaolin Temple.

But after a long time, Zhang Junbao died unexpectedly for unknown reasons, and his brother Zhang Junbao was also expelled from Shaolin.

Time is ticking and history is repeating itself.

When the Mongolian army went south again, it was unstoppable.

The Southern Song Dynasty fell, and the Great Yuan Dynasty was established.

(End of this chapter)