The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Zhang Sanfeng, who was running fast, saw the six white lights passing by, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The Phoenix Dance and Six Illusions is a celestial lightness kung fu, even though Zhang Sanfeng's Lai Yunzong has practiced to the state of returning to the original, it is still far behind.

After a cup of tea.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, on a vigorous ancient cypress, six white awns merged into one. Han Chen stood on the top of the tree, following the ups and downs of the leaves, his star eyes looked straight ahead.

In front of the Wudang Mountain Gate.

About 30 Wudang disciples, holding long swords, are fighting with the Mongolian vanguard.

Puff puff!

A Wudang sword-wielding disciple, after killing eight Mongolian soldiers in a row, was still agile with his sword, which immediately attracted Han Chen's attention.

Suddenly, he was kicked in the back and fell to the ground. Two Mongolian soldiers swung their scimitars and chopped off his head.

laugh!laugh!

Two copper coins were shot in the air.

It precisely hit the temples of the two soldiers holding their swords, and with a muffled grunt, they fell down together.

"Ancestor!"

The disciple got up, and when he saw the person who came to the rescue, he immediately shouted with joy.

Hearing this loud cry, more than 30 disciples looked over together, and their momentum suddenly increased.

"The patriarch has gone down the mountain!"

"Then what do we have to be afraid of!"

"Kill, kill all the Tartar soldiers!"

The disciples shouted loudly and waved their Wudang swords one after another, beheading the Mongol Tartars frantically.

boom boom boom…

Zhang Sanfeng, with fluttering white hair, strode into the battle circle, clasped his hands into a ball, and slapped two palms lightly, the two Mongolian soldiers collided with each other, and their brains burst immediately.

Wudang Mountain Gate, five hundred paces away.

General Temur wore a red cloak and rode on a steed. Behind him were [-] cavalry, followed by [-] elite infantry.

"General Qi, the vanguard troops have fought against the Wudang rebels."

A Mongolian scout knelt down on one knee at this moment, and said respectfully to the general on the horse: "That old Taoist priest with white hair and beard is the leader of this group of rebellious parties, his name is Zhang Sanfeng."

"Zhang Sanfeng?"

"The general has heard that the prince mentioned this name."

General Temur looked into the distance and frowned when he saw the unstoppable white-haired old man rushing in and out in the distance.

Immediately, he turned his horse's head, looked at the eight thousand cavalry in front of him, and said loudly, "You are the bravest cavalry on the Mongolian prairie, and the most loyal soldiers of His Majesty the Emperor!"

"These Han rebels want to overthrow our Yuan Dynasty. This general orders you now to draw out your scimitars, cut off their heads, and turn this fertile land into a pasture for our Mongolians!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The eight thousand cavalry bowed out one after another, their swords were as bright as the sea, and their shouts of killing were earth-shattering and deafening.

Seeing this, General Temur nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and shouted in Mongolian:

"Tamp down Wudang Mountain, kill!!"

Flatten Wudang Mountains!

With one order, eight thousand Mongolian iron cavalry swung their whips at the same time, slapping the horse's buttocks severely.

Rumble!

Chapter 127: True Martial Seven-Segment Formation, Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu (2/3)

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, and the smoke and dust billowed, covering the sky and the sun.

The tranquil and peaceful Wudang Mountain was originally a Taoist sect, but at this moment, it has become an iron-blooded battlefield of gold and iron horses.

"This general wants to see how a mere thousand Wudang disciples can resist my eight thousand cavalry!"

Looking at the galloping cavalry, General Temur's face sank like water.

Behind him, there are [-] elite infantry, ready to fight at any time.

Where Coopers is.

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry rushing out, Han Chen standing on the top of the tree, with deep eyes, said slowly, "This battle is bound to be very tragic."

The pair of jade feet of the woman in the yellow shirt stood on a green bamboo tree, only three steps away from the ancient cypress Han Chen.

"Master Han, should we go down and help?"

Seeing the eight thousand cavalry besieging Wudang, the woman from Huangshan turned her head to look at Han Chen.

"Not urgent."

Hearing what the woman in the yellow shirt said, Han Chen shook his head and said, "Although there are many cavalrymen, they still can't trouble Master Zhang. Besides, there are tens of thousands of infantry on the other side, so it won't be too late for us to take action at that time."

"it is good."

The woman in the yellow shirt nodded, then moved her cold eyes slightly, focusing on the situation on the battlefield without talking about other things.

At this moment, Wudang Mountain Gate.

"It's Mongolia's iron cavalry!"

"This is bad!"

The expressions of the Wudang disciples changed, and they couldn't help but exclaimed.

Since the era of Genghis Khan, the Mongolian iron cavalry has fought north and south, conquering cities and conquering land, and has been invincible. It can be said that it is an invincible iron cavalry in the world.

Facing these well-trained cavalry with a number of nearly [-], Wudang disciples were unavoidably panicked.

"Wuji, Yuanqiao, Lianzhou, Songxi..."

Looking at the Mongolian iron cavalry rushing forward, Zhang Sanfeng made a decisive decision, waved his hands and shouted: "Put out the real martial arts seven-section array!"

True Martial Seven Intersection Formation!

In Zhang Sanfeng's later years, he felt the mountains, rivers and heavens, and created the peerless sword array.

This sword formation is too fierce, Zhang Sanfeng has a heart for the common people, and he can't bear to stain the rivers and lakes with blood, so he never used it. Now that the Mongolian cavalry came violently, he ordered the formation.

"Yes, master!"

"Disciple, obey!"

"Okay, Grand Master."

Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Wuji and others, upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's order, performed lightness kung fu at the same time, withdrawing from their own battles.

In an instant, he came to Zhang Sanfeng's side.

In the past six months, Wudang Five Heroes and Zhang Wuji have worked hard to practice the real martial arts seven-section formation in order to resist the catastrophe of the Jianghu.

Zhang Wuji knows the Nine Suns Magic Art, so it is naturally easy for the real martial arts seven-section formation.

"Master, take the sword!"

At this time, Yu Lianzhou was holding a strange long sword in both hands, and sent it to Zhang Sanfeng respectfully.

"True martial sword!"

Han Chen, who was on the ancient cypress, saw the ancient sword, his eyes were full of brilliance.

Clang!

Zhang Sanfeng, who hadn't used his sword for many years, suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath at this moment.

The sharp sword edge was pulled out of the scabbard inch by inch, and the deep cold air that was lacking in human skin immediately diffused, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

The sword light is like a lake, bright and clear, and its majesty will last forever!

"The Patriarch has drawn his sword!"

The Wudang disciples' eyes brightened, and they all became excited.

Song Yuanqiao and the other six people had already held their swords in their hands. At this moment, as Zhang Sanfeng drew his sword out of its sheath, the seven-section array of true martial arts finally came down to this world completely.

Seven people, seven swords!

The sword has been unsheathed, and the formation is formed by itself!

boom--

The moment the Zhenwu seven-section formation was formed, terrifying innate waves erupted from the seven of them.

The air wave swept away in all directions, and the surroundings suddenly flew sand and rocks, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

On the green bamboo, feeling the tyrannical power of the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation, the woman in the yellow shirt slightly parted her cherry lips, and slowly spit out four words.

"This formation is extremely strong!"

This evaluation is already extremely high.

"Owning Zhang Sanfeng's True Martial Seven-Part Formation is really a big deal."

Han Chen stared at the sword array in front of him with a slightly dignified expression, "The Vajra Subduing Demon Circle in Shaolin Temple will be eclipsed by a lot."

At this time, Wudang Mountain Gate.

"The general has an order to flatten Wudang Mountain and kill him!"

rumbling...

Eight thousand Mongolian iron cavalry galloped forward, the scimitar raised high, shining with a dazzling cold light.

next moment.

More than a dozen cavalrymen in the front row charged fiercely in front of Zhang Sanfeng, swung their knives and slashed fiercely.