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The two spears fell on his body, as if they were thrown into the water, and there was no strength at all.

The blade scraped the corner of his clothes and drew blood, which was only a minor injury.

Finally, he was blocked by Yang Lin rushing through the high wall-like army array, and with a single stroke of blood, he swept past the majestic middle-aged man sitting under the commander-in-chief banner and on the white horse like a rainbow.

Wanyan Zongwang first stared coldly at the spears in front of him, at the warriors under his command, the warriors like rain, and then at the Song man who didn't know how to advance or retreat, and rushed forward without thinking, feeling very disdainful in his heart.

I thought that if Song Ting knew how to use these fierce generals, and had an auxiliary army to restrain him, he might still be afraid of three points.

but.

A person who is ignorant enough to attack an army of tens of thousands is beyond the description of arrogance.

Although, in the city, his own army could not spread out, and its strength was greatly damaged.

However, there is one advantage, no matter how good the opponent is at fighting, it is impossible to change it.

That is, the physical problem.

The opponent rushed to the formation alone, fighting to the death, while his own side continued to flow, with soldiers and generals like a sea and a river, holding back and wasting away.

Even if he is a support pillar, he has to be ground into an embroidery needle.

Early and late death.

Sure enough, he saw the opponent's exhaustion, and saw that person's end.

This is no surprise.

It's just a small episode in the siege.

"Wait a minute, we must kill more Song pigs to commemorate the soldiers who died in battle."

Wanyan Zongwang was thinking like this, when he saw the little Song man who was fighting hard and bloody, suddenly transformed into a swimming fish jumping in the sea.

All the weapons hit him like they were hitting hard and tough cowhide.

The most annoying thing is that there is a thick layer of butter on the cowhide.

Slippery hands.

There is even more infinite power, rebounding and penetrating from the point where the blade touches.

In just a few breaths, the man squeezed out a path from the sea of ​​people and stood in front of his horse.

Then, he saw the figure jumping up.

There were countless panicked shouts from all around.

"General."

"Be careful……"

"kill!"

This voice was familiar to him in the past.

This is how they roared every time they stared at the bloodthirsty eyeballs and crazily charged those Song army formations.

At that time, there will be more excitement and wildness.

But now, it was whining like dying.

When Wanyan Zongwang raised the gold-plated pan in his hand, he was still in the mood to analyze like this.

He thought he was a Confucian general, and he didn't admire rushing forward, thinking that it was a reckless act.

But now, he wishes he was a fool.

Can fight back a little bit.

……

The knife flashed.

Wanyan Zongwang's head flew three feet into the sky, and Yang Lin grabbed it with one hand. Amidst the laughter, he rushed out of the army formation from the opposite side and went out.

There was a mournful cry from behind.

The Jin people did not have the etiquette of the Song people, but they did not follow all the rules.

Wanyan Zongwang was the second son of Emperor Wanyan Aguda of the Kingdom of Jin, and he was also the commander-in-chief of the front army in the attack on the Song Dynasty.

In the past few years, he made great contributions in the battles of destroying the Liao Dynasty and attacking the Song Dynasty, and he saw that he was about to have a bright future and go straight to the blue sky.

Unexpectedly, he died at the last moment of destroying the Song Dynasty, under the protection of his own army's powerful generals.

When this matter is reported back to the Northland, I'm afraid it will make people laugh out loud.

At the same time, these lost generals and incompetent soldiers may end badly.

"Circle, turn, loose, empty..."

Yang Lin stood on the top of the mountain outside the city, hung Wanyan Zongwang's head on the branch of a tree, broke the wood for incense, and set up a sacrifice for the people in Tokyo. After praying carefully, he sat down peacefully and looked at the sky .

Realize the nature of the power of the new breakthrough.

There is no sadness or joy in my heart.

The vitality of the internal organs has been exhausted, although he has broken through the level of transformation, but this body cannot be saved.

I put myself into the most dangerous situation countless times before, dancing wildly in the front line of life and death.

In the end, I got rich rewards.

He found that when he shot at will, he no longer had the previous deliberation.

Whether it's shaking, collapsing, penetrating, or splitting.

When the strength is running, it is a round mound...

Wanhua is unique, unintentional or intentional.

"This is the realm of a master who has reached the acme of perfection."

Thinking of the countless knives and guns slashing at him at the last moment, it was as if he had countless extra hands at that moment, and he could use his strength for his own use, and then fight back.

More flexible and smarter.

The body is like a vortex, no matter what kind of power it attacks, it will become a kind of power.

That is, own strength.

How clever and astonishing this technique is.

……

He stayed on the mountain for a few more days, watching the official father and son in Tokyo being captured, Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng being dragged away like dogs and transported to the north...

Those concubines and clansmen were also dragged into the wind and snow like animals, and his heart was completely unmoved.

at last.

His desperate fight still scared Jin Bing.

Wanyan Zonghan, who came after him, did not dare to slaughter the common people without any scruples.

But just looting and relocation.

At least, it can be regarded as leaving a way of life for the common people.

"It's good to know how to be afraid."

"I don't know if the current Zhao Gou has crossed the river like a mud horse, and gone south in distress?"

"I don't need to worry about these anymore, it's not my time after all."

Yang Lin let out a long sigh, his short body lowered his head on the top of the cliff, and fell silent.

There is no breathing.

……

"Beginning well and ending well, this tragic life."

"That monkey is worthy of the name of a generation of heroes."

Yang Lin sat in the bedroom, sitting quietly for a long time, for the first time, he didn't get up immediately to test his Huajin level boxing strength.

He was just silently recalling a poor, respectable person in the illusion.

Until the lights come on.

Chapter 100

On April [-]th, it was rainy and sunny.

The weather gradually becomes hot and dry, people take off their heavy clothes and put on light summer clothes.

Some people even bare their chests and shoulders, enjoying the dampness of early summer and the sultry heat that seems too thick to melt away.

Hotter than the weather is the human mind.

In Zhang Yuan, there were already two groups of people sitting and standing with a clear distinction.

A group of well-dressed, reserved faces, some wearing tall hats, dressed in fine clothes, holding civilized staffs in white gloves, when looking at people, they squint their eyes.

Yang Lin knew that those people were French and British.

Some stood there straight and fierce, like iron-hard granite, covered in darkness and silence.

Yang Lin knew that this was Japanese.

On the other side, there were the bustling Lifu, the vegetable farmers, and the strong man with sweat on his face in a coarse cloth shirt.

This is a warrior from Shanghai, and a disciple of Jingwumen.

Fist of Fury disciples are from all walks of life, but there are no idle roles.

Many people rushed to finish their work at home, went to Jingwumen to practice martial arts for a while, and then rushed to Zhang Yuan to cheer for the master of Jingwumen.

Of course, not all ordinary people in this phalanx are suffering.

There is also a group of people who are also very handsome, and they are in long robes and jackets. These are progressive young people in Shanghai and martial arts people.

After all, he is a person with status, and he still needs to pay attention to his image when facing the audience of Wan Guo.

This contest has been reported by the media of various countries, even if it is not a household name in Shanghai, it is widely spread.

In fact, most of the people who can really come to Zhangyuan to watch the battle are the top celebrities in society, and the others are more or less of status.

Either an official or a businessman.

There are those who are attached to foreigners, and there are patriots who stand on the side of Fist of Fury.

Other ordinary people in the market can only listen to the noise outside, and cannot really enter the competition venue.

Yang Lin also noticed.

At such a time, Huang Jingyun, the fat man, seemed extraordinarily active.

He nominally wanted to maintain order, but in fact, he came and went talking with some dignitaries.

Talking about some business, chatting about relationships, he looks good at dancing, and people can't hate him no matter what.

Yang Lin noticed that the little British princess was also sitting on the side seat at the moment...

In front of her was a table with tea and pastries.

Not far from her, an unsmiling middle-aged man looked at her with knife-like eyes.

It looked very bad.

"That's Grande, a difficult guy, you should remember him?"

Huo Yuanjia said suddenly from the side.

As a warrior who is at the peak of dark energy and stepped into transformation energy in one step, he still has a keen sense at this moment.

Grande just glanced over, and he sensed the deep hostility.

"How could he not remember that I sent his nephew Russell on the road with my own hands, but if you want to deal with me, I'm afraid he won't live until then."

Yang Lin glanced at Grande, then at the fat man running around, a smile flickered across his mouth.

Then he said with some worry: "Master Huo, you should cultivate at home, the residual poison is still there, and the body can't move around."