The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

The sea of ​​clouds that originally covered the sky and the sun was blown away by the wind, leaving only a clear sky.

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In Huizhou, Yingzhou City.

"Thank you for not killing the commander, Han Shantong, willing to surrender!"

At this moment, on the tower of Yingzhou Mansion, a defeated general knelt on one knee in front of the tower, kowtowed to thank Zhu Yuanzhang in front of him, and directly chose to surrender.

"very good!"

Standing in front of the tower, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Han Shantong who had surrendered, and showed a satisfied smile. He immediately stepped forward, cut the hemp rope of Han Shantong's expression, helped him up with both hands, and said, "Since you have surrendered to our department, you will not be able to do anything different in the future." Heart, you must be loyal to the son wholeheartedly, behead the Tartars, and overthrow the Mongolian tyranny."

"Han Shantong, understand!"

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Han Shantong immediately cupped his fists.

There are a total of seventeen groups in the world's volunteer army. This Han Shantong is the last one, and it has also been annexed now.

Now Zhu Yuanzhang's military strength has reached more than 90, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an army of one million.

With an army of one million in hand, it is enough to shake the Yuan Dynasty head-on!

"General Zhu, some disciples have brought you an oral order from the son, asking you to lead your troops to march as soon as possible to drive the Tartars out of our Han country."

An old beggar with fluffy hair, holding a bamboo stick, walked quickly up the tower, stood in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, and told Zhu Yuanzhang exactly what Han Chen had said.

"Elder Song, please sit down."

Zhu Yuanzhang knew that the old beggar was the law enforcement elder of the Beggar Clan and had a very high status in the world, so he immediately invited him to take a seat and carefully discussed the matter of sending troops.

A few months ago, Shi Hongshi became the head of the Beggar Gang, and when he heard that Han Chen was fighting against the Tartars, he ordered all the disciples of the Beggar Gang to help.

At this time, Yang Xiao and others from Mingjiao also rushed to the city tower, discussed with Zhu Yuanzhang in detail, and soon made plans for the battle.

"Wudang Song Yuanqiao, under the order of his family teacher, led a thousand Wudang disciples to come to help General Zhu, and hope that the general will open the city gate!"

Suddenly, a hearty voice came from below the tower.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Yang Xiao and others walked out of the city tower together and looked down at the gate of the city. When they saw Song Yuanqiao riding a white horse and Wudang disciples standing behind him, they immediately looked happy.

Yang Xiao laughed and said, "Yang didn't know that Song Daxia was coming, and he was far away from welcoming him. Please forgive me."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and ordered: "Quickly open the city gate!"

With the joining of masters from the Wudang faction, the army is even more powerful, and the plan to attack Mongolia can be launched directly.

The next day, early morning.

Zhu Yuanzhang led an army of 60 to attack Xuzhou and Cangzhou in Mongolia, and Yang Xiao led an army of 30 to attack Youzhou in Mongolia.

Two-pronged approach, fierce attack!

The battle between Han Chen's troops and the Great Yuan court has really begun!

All of a sudden, the entire land of the Central Plains was raging with flames of war, smoke of war everywhere, shadows of swords and swords everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

The rebel army had enough food and grass, a large force, and won the support of the common people. Zhu Yuanzhang and Yang Xiao commanded well, and they had the help of masters in the world, so they won every victory and few defeats.

On the Mongolian side, the situation is precarious.

Because the dragon veins from all directions were cut off, the Mongolian royal family was plagued by strange diseases, the country's fortunes were extremely weak, natural disasters and man-made disasters continued, and morale was extremely low.

Facing nearly a million rebels, King Ruyang and the Seventh Prince could only struggle with it.They mobilized troops from various states and prefectures to form an army of one million, which was barely able to compete with the rebels.

From the very beginning of this war that swept across the world, the rebel army had a huge advantage.

The Mongolian army was defeated one after another. In two months, they lost Yanzhou, Cangzhou, Xuzhou, Dengzhou and other places.

After the battle of the ancient city of Yongchuan, the area south of the Yangtze River was completely occupied by the rebel army. Mongolia directly lost half of the Central Plains and could only retreat to the north of the Yangtze River.

Yuanshun Emperor Longyan was furious and beheaded many Mongolian generals in the name of seeking disadvantage from the thieves.

King Ruyang was protected by the Seventh Prince, although he survived the disaster, he was still terrified. Thinking of the bravery and skill of the rebel army, he could only sigh helplessly.

After Zhu Yuanzhang occupied the entire south of the Yangtze River, according to Han Chen's instructions, he abolished the exorbitant taxes of the Yuan Dynasty, opened warehouses to release grain, and rescued the people from disasters.

Afterwards, Zhu Yuanzhang recruited bravery from the countryside and called on the common people to join the army, and the number of troops directly expanded to 120 million!

On the day of the Beginning of Autumn, Zhu Yuanzhang and Yang Xiao received a military order from Han Chen and immediately led an army of 120 million across the natural dangers of the Yangtze River to launch a fierce attack on the Mongolian Tartars north of the Yangtze River.

Chapter 164: Breakthrough, Innate Seventh Level Realm (2/3)

The capital of the Yuan Dynasty, Ruyang Palace.

In the depths of the palace, there is an attic with carved beams and painted buildings. The doors and windows are all nailed to the air, and there are two guards with knives standing at the door.

Snapped--

The crisp sound of porcelain plates breaking came from the attic.

A servant girl's voice said cautiously: "Master, you didn't eat yesterday, if you continue like this, your body will not be able to take it anymore."

"Let my royal father come to see me, I want - get out! Let me out!"

In the exquisite attic, Zhao Min was wearing a pink skirt and a bead chain on his head. His originally beautiful face was quite haggard, but now he was full of anger.

This room is antique, elegant and warm, filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, it is Zhao Min's boudoir.

On the carpet in front, there were fragments of broken porcelain plates, food spilled all over the floor, and a servant girl was kneeling on the ground, picking up these fragments.

crunch...

The door of the boudoir was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Min's older brother, Wang Baobao, walked in, and the two elders Xuanming also followed into the house, standing guard at the door.

Looking at the broken porcelain all over the floor, Baby Wang's eyes fell on Zhao Min, and he shook his head and said, "Sister, my father and king are doing this for your own good, why bother you? You should eat something anyway, don't get sick from starvation." .”

Seeing Zhao Min's haggard appearance, Wang Baobao was very distressed.

Brother and sister are deeply in love, worrying about her, not worth it for her.

"Brother, if you really care about Minmin, then let Minmin out, okay?" Zhao Min stared at Wang Baobao.

"no!"

Wang Baobao refused straight away, and frowned when he thought of the person Zhao Min was going to meet after he went out, "Minmin, why don't you understand that Han Chen is the leader of the rebellious party and bandits, and if you stay with him, not only will you be harmed, but you will also be killed." Killed the entire Temur family!"

Hearing this, Zhao Min became serious, and said word for word: "Brother, you should know my temper. From childhood to adulthood, no one can change what I believe in!"

Wang Baobao remained silent.

He knew that his sister was stubborn, and he couldn't persuade her, no matter how much he said, it would be useless, so he simply stopped persuading her, turned around and walked out the door.

The two elders Xuanming followed closely behind.

"Elder Xuanming, you two betrayed the princess, I will make a note of it!"

Zhao Min stared at the departing elder Xuan Ming, a trace of coldness appeared on his haggard face.

When I met Han Chen at the foot of Mount Emei, they told my father that he put me under house arrest. Sooner or later, the debt will be settled.

Hearing Zhao Min's icy words, the elder Xuanming frowned slightly, did not answer, silently followed behind Wang Baobao, walked out of the boudoir, slowly closed the door, and disappeared.

After a cup of tea, the maid walked into the room again, carrying a food box in her hand, walked into Zhao Min's boudoir, and respectfully set up a table full of delicacies from mountains and seas.

The servant girl looked at Zhao Min and said with concern and respect: "Princess, these are your favorite foods. The little prince specially ordered the kitchen to make them. You can eat them while they are hot!"

Zhao Min was sitting on the chair, staring blankly at the wall, not thinking about eating or drinking, she didn't even hear what the maid said.

At this moment, all in her mind is the boy in white.

Scenes of the past clearly emerged in her mind. She sometimes smiled, sometimes sighed sadly, loved and hated, bitter and sweet, unable to extricate herself.

This servant girl has a deep love for Zhao Min's master and servant. Seeing her grounded here, lovesickness became sick, and she became haggard day by day. She secretly wiped away her tears, feeling sad for a while, and silently turned and left.

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Mount Emei, Han Chen's Buddhist monastery.

An Emei disciple in white walked into the main entrance of the monastery in a hurry, holding a letter in his hand, which he needed to show to Han Chen.

call out……

A beautiful figure in gorgeous neon clothes floated gently into the monastery, landed in front of the disciple, and stopped her halfway.

"Qinghui, I met Senior Sister Zhou."

The letter-delivering disciple paused, looked respectful, and greeted Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at her junior sister, and said calmly, "But do you have military information to report to the head?"

The white-clothed disciple nodded and said: "The news just came from ahead that the army has crossed the Yangtze River and launched an attack on the Tartars. This disciple is going to report to the master."

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo smiled lightly. It was not an urgent military situation, and said: "The head of the sect has just retreated, so don't disturb it easily. Just leave this letter to me, and you can withdraw."

"Yes, Senior Sister Zhou."

The disciple in white handed the letter to Zhou Zhiruo with both hands, then turned and left.

Zhou Zhiruo put away the letter paper, stood quietly in the Buddhist courtyard, and guarded Han Chen's door.

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Time flies, the sun was still shining just now, and then the sun was setting.

She just stood quietly like this, admiring the peony flowers in the courtyard, not allowing others to disturb Han Chen, looking at the Zen room from time to time, her beautiful eyes full of tenderness.

At this time, in the meditation room.

On the ground, there was a futon, and Han Chen was sitting cross-legged on it, closing his eyes and practicing, the innate qi swirled around his body, his clothes fluttered, and his aura was very strong.

Recalling in my mind, the pictures of the god of war reliefs, I was completely immersed in the cultivation, my mind merged with everything around me, and I entered a state of ecstasy, mysterious and mysterious, and I couldn't explain it clearly.

Since returning to Emei after cutting off the dragon's veins a few months ago, Han Chen has reached the peak of the sixth innate level, and his dantian has already become full, unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The bottleneck has appeared!

What Han Chen has to do now is to break through the bottleneck and step into the seventh level of innate realm.

Time flies by in the practice.

Outside the window, a round of blood-red sunset gradually sank into the west mountain, night fell on the earth, the bright moon rose and then set, a round of fiery red sun climbed up from the eastern horizon, then hung high in the sky, and soon sank into the west mountain, The stars and the moon rose again, and night fell again.