Datang ancient martial arts system

Chapter 254 Victory

Yang Guo was at the head, and a spear with hook and sickle passed by like a gust of wind. It was fast, accurate, and as powerful as Situ Changfeng's.

The 2 Mongolian elites were led by the Mongolian heavenly military general Boluo Ule, and he personally trained these [-] people. They made a lot of contributions to Mongolia's southern and northern wars, and never suffered much loss.

Seeing that Yang Guo was cutting melons and vegetables with him, the soldiers who killed him were already enraged and swung their axes to kill them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several people were sent flying by the Boluoulle axe.

Seeing the majestic momentum of the approaching man, Yang Guo immediately knew that this was a heavenly rank, of course he would not be so stupid as to desperately command hundreds of Beiwei troops to encircle him.

"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!" The bow and crossbow containing true energy kept shooting at Boluoul.

Bei Weijun then galloped on his horse, brandished his long sword, used all his strength and his maximum energy to pass by with one blow, and then without even looking at the result, he rushed to the side and let his brothers behind him catch up.

"Roar!" Boluoul let out a beast roar, swung his big ax wildly, and charged back at hundreds of Xuan-levels, and several more people were chopped flying one after another.

"Bows and arrows!" Seeing how fierce he was, Yang Guo couldn't help frowning, raised his hand and released two throwing knives, shouted loudly.

Immediately, all those with bows and crossbows greeted and shot at Boroul one after another.

What a Boroul, swinging the big ax airtightly, while blocking the arrows, he can also drive the horse forward.

"Come together!" Yang Guo ordered again.

Immediately, a group of ten people, a group of ten people, rushed over, their movements were uniform, and they swung their knives at the same time.

Boluo Ule was also not afraid, he swung his big axe and held it up easily, and it could shake ten people back, and he took the opportunity to knock down a few people.

The Beiwei army didn't care about the sacrifice of their companions. They moved out of the way and the ten men from the rear continued to pounce. This time, they attacked the men and horses simultaneously from the front, back, left, right, top and bottom.

Yang Guo pulled his eyes from the sidelines, saw the soldiers were constantly dying in battle, he couldn't help it anymore, he tightened his hand with the sickle spear, the shadow was behind the soldiers, suddenly he shot, silently, stabbing out like a poisonous snake.

"Roar!" Boluo Ule had just put the soldier's knife in place, when he saw a long spear approaching his body, his bull's eyes widened, and he punched out, hitting the outside of the spear point.

Yang Guo only felt numbness in his palms, he almost let out the hook and sickle spear, he hurriedly rode his horse past, not daring to stay behind.

"Where are you going!" Boluo Ule saw that Yang Guo was using a gun, which was different, guessed that it was a general, shouted loudly, forced back Wei's army with an axe, and chased after him.

"Kill!" Yang Guo yelled loudly, the Yang family returned their carbine and shot out fiercely.

"Poof!" Borawule couldn't hide, and was stabbed with a hole in his shoulder by a ground-level spear.

Fortunately, the sky level is the sky level after all, he retreated as hard as he could, and at the same time, his true energy surged so that the hook and sickle spear only penetrated, not too deep.

Before Yang Guo could make any changes, Borawule grabbed the hook and sickle and struck down with his big axe.

Yang Guo saw that returning the carbine was useless, the weapon was caught again, and seeing the big ax coming, he hurriedly rolled off the horse.

With a sound of "Poof!", Yang Guo's war horse was chopped into two pieces, and only let out a mournful "Hiss!".

"Death!" Boluoul drew out the hook and sickle spear, and threw it at Yang Guo on the ground with his backhand.

Yang Guo watched helplessly, unable to react, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death, but he didn't feel any pain for a while, then he opened his eyes, and saw Situ Changfeng with a gloomy face, holding the sickle gun in his left hand .

"Uncle!" Yang Guo shouted in surprise after surviving the disaster.

"Be careful!" Situ Changfeng casually inserted the hook and sickle spear in front of Yang Guo, and urged.

"Kill!" Situ Changfeng looked at Boluowule who was rushing in front with cold eyes, and shouted, dragging his knife to hedge.He rushed to the front and slashed down with a knife. This move Qinglong went out to sea was fast, but with the anger in his attack, it was even more lightning fast.

With a loud sound of "Dang!", the eardrums hurt, and the handle of the ax made of Boroul stainless steel was bent, and the blade almost passed through the handle.

Before Boluowule could react from his surprise, Situ Changfeng slapped the handle of the knife with his palm, and the Longque knife dropped his hand and stabbed him on the shoulder.

"Ah!" Boluo Ule screamed, but it also aroused his ferociousness, regardless of his care, the big ax slashed down at Situ Changfeng.

"Hmph!" Situ Changfeng saw that he wanted to go all out, he couldn't help snorting coldly, jumped up, with his hands wrong, grabbed the big ax by half his waist, and kicked Boroul in the chest.

"Pfft..." Boluowule spat out a mouthful of old blood, the big ax was released from his hand, flew a long distance, and fell to the ground.

"Drink!" Situ Changfeng borrowed the method he used to deal with Yang Guo, reversed the ax, raised one hand, and the big ax flew over in a spinning motion.

Poor Boroul, one of Temujin's most powerful generals, was first stabbed in the shoulder by the Dragon Sparrow Knife, and then kicked in the chest. There was a "pop" sound, like a watermelon bursting open, with red and white things flying everywhere.

"Kill!" Situ Changfeng shouted loudly, and rushed forward to kill.

"Roar!" Hundreds of Beiwei soldiers roared up to the sky, dancing wildly with long knives in their hands, killing wildly in excitement.

If the Beiwei army just now was just a pack of wolves who cooperated well, then now it is a pack of wolves with a wolf king, which is extremely fierce and violent.

A group of people rampaged through the [-] army, paving a road of flesh and blood.

Situ Changfeng now likes to use the Dragon Sparrow Knife the most. The knife penetrates into the flesh, and it is convenient and fast to kill the enemy. Under the sharp blade of the Dragon Sparrow Knife, killing the enemy is as easy and pleasant as chopping melons and vegetables.

Not to mention the wonderful sound of the battlefield formed by the knife piercing the bone, it is so fascinating.

In Yang Guo's first battle, he met a heaven-level master, and his previous arrogance finally subsided a lot, and now he is holding a gun and venting his anger.

The [-] Mongol elites, although they will never retreat in a deadly battle, but lacking a leading general and facing [-] Xuan-level fighters, there is a glimmer of hope of winning. You must know that their commander-in-chief is only Xuan-level.

After the two provocateurs were beheaded by Situ Changfeng, all that was left was the massacre.

On the other hand, when Jinlun Fawang fought against Guo Jing, he was at a disadvantage from the very beginning, but he was holding back Song's side, and he was always too worried.

However, the more he fought, the more frightened he became. Guo Jing's strength was completely beyond expectations. If it wasn't for the powerful and powerful Dragon Elephant Prajna he cultivated, which is a very clever internal and external cultivation method, he might have been defeated already.

What surprised him even more was that the Mongolian iron cavalry hadn't rushed up, and there was constant killing in the distance, but there was no reinforcements.

Jinlun Fawang and Guo Jing exchanged palms again, took the opportunity to jump high into the sky, peeked back, and saw the scene that made him die.

There was not a single Mongolian cavalry, but thousands of Song troops surrounded them. Needless to say, the fate of those cavalry can be imagined.

"Withdraw!" The King of the Golden Wheel shouted, and the golden wheel in his hand flew towards Guo Jing, blocking his footsteps, and then ran towards the space without looking back.

(End of this chapter)