Boil the heavens

The plan that was agreed before was just repeated, and everyone naturally had no objection.

"Yan Fei, let the old beggar accompany you, if something happens, we can take care of each other." Hong Qigong said suddenly.

"If there is an emergency, if I can't do it alone, then no matter how many people can take care of me." Different from the indifference in the past, Yan Fei is acting very arrogant at this moment.

Although Hong Qigong couldn't feel comfortable listening to it, he curled his lips, but there was an inexplicable sense of relief in the ears of others.

No. [-] in the world should have this strength!

Without further ado, Yan Fei turned and left.

The Mongolian army dragged their families to fight. Not only were they complicated, but they also had a lot of cattle, horses and sheep, so the camps were very different from those of the Central Plains army.

The military and the civilians are both different from each other and integrated with each other. Therefore, after sneaking in, you must be very careful. The pure army has rules and can sneak in according to the rules, but the people have no rules, and you may be hit by a sudden appearance.

Therefore, although Temujin's luxurious big tent is clearly visible, it is really not easy to go all the way.

Fortunately, there were no street lamps at night in ancient times, and there was always too much darkness to be touched by the torches. With Yan Fei's peerless lightness skills, he came safely to the big tent of the Chinese army.

Touched his arms.

Goo, goo...

Several extremely low toad sounds sounded.

Since it was an assassination, it would have to be fatal in one blow, and the most deadly person in Yan Fei was this little guy.

No matter how good the swordsmanship is, it may not be possible to succeed with a human shield.

But this little guy's toxin penetrates everywhere, and with the fluctuation of true energy, no creature can escape within a radius of ten meters.

Several soldiers guarding the big tent fell to the ground within a few breaths.

Taking advantage of the situation, I wanted to go one step further and rushed into the tent, but at this moment, a Buddha's name sounded, "Amituofo, since you are here, please show yourself!"

The four words Amituofo are nothing unusual, but there is a unique power contained in this obviously old voice, which contains the power of spirit and true energy, which is wiped out in the fluctuation of the sound waves. The poison that spread to the big tent.

Not only that, Yan Fei also sensed that this force locked his position.

"Sure enough, there are masters!" Before, Meng Gong said that there are masters in the Mongolian army, but after reading the original work, he didn't see a few real masters, so Yan Fei was somewhat skeptical, thinking it was just Hua Zheng. This accident.

But now...he believed it!

Bunches of torches were lit, and countless soldiers immediately surrounded Yan Fei.

There was no preparation in advance, but the reaction of these soldiers was not inferior to those who had prepared for the ambush.

Those who got close were directly poisoned to death, but no one panicked, they just kept adjusting the distance, and gradually, they spontaneously found a safe distance where the poison could not reach.

On the safety line, the spears are directed, the bows and arrows are pointed at the same time, the muscles are tense, and the faces are expressionless. They only wait for an order, and then the spears will be thrown in an instant, and the arrows will rain down.

【强兵！】

Yan Fei sighed in his heart.

Just coming out of the Song army camp, the contrast between the appearance, will, and morale of the two soldiers in the two army camps is too obvious.

"It's not very polite to visit late at night, but you don't need to use a knife or a gun!" After being discovered, Yan Fei stopped hiding, stood up boldly, looked at Temujin's big tent with a smile, "I don't know which high-ranking person in the account discovered the poor Taoist?"

As Yan Fei finished speaking, the big tent was opened, and Temujin stood in front of Yan Fei accompanied by several eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism.

An eminent monk kept twisting Buddhist beads and reciting Buddhist scriptures. Every sentence of the Buddhist scriptures whispered unpleasantly exuded the unique power just now, constantly resisting the poison that wiped out the three-legged golden toad.

Smiling, about 10 meters apart, staying still, Yan Fei swung his sword.

Stab the sword, pour [-]% of the true energy into it, and strike with all your strength!

The light of the sword was like a shooting star, shining at a very fast speed, and went straight to Temujin in the middle of the monk and his personal guards.

However…………

The three iron-armored guards blocked the sword energy with their bodies, and then a young monk spun the golden wheel in his hand to cooperate with Hua Zheng's sword energy, blocking the remaining energy of the sword energy that penetrated the three guards at the cost of shattering the golden wheel.

Casualties were paid, but all of this was so understatement, there was no panic, let alone running away in embarrassment, Temujin looked at Yan Fei calmly.

0055 face to face

"I didn't expect it to be Master, I thought it was Guo Jing!" Temujin's central army tent, Yan Fei, the assassin, was sitting on the left side like a guest, and Hua Zheng was on the other side.

But in two years, Huazheng has faded away from the youthfulness of the past, just like the original Mongolian robe, except for the addition of a long sword at the waist, the clothes have not changed much, but that delicate face has lost the innocence of the past. Instead, it is heroic and stern.

"I just taught you a few things, so you can't be considered a master." Yan Fei smiled lightly, "However, Xiao Huazheng, your growth has really exceeded my expectations."

The sword that blocked the aftermath of her sword energy just now, and this long and profound breath, this little girl's current skill is at least 40 years old.

"It was the empowerment of a Tantric master before his death that gave me this skill." Hua Zheng said softly.

"Esoteric Buddhism?" After hearing Hua Zheng's words, Yan Fei looked at the old monk with closed eyes who was sitting cross-legged on a futon beside the main seat Temujin, "If Pindao guessed correctly, this Master should be the Living Buddha of this generation of Tantra, right?"

The power that contained the strong spiritual power just now came from this person, and it seems that the only living Buddha who can have such a strong spiritual power in Tantric Buddhism!

"The Living Buddha of Tantric Buddhism lives on the plateau, reincarnated in reincarnation, and never gets involved in worldly affairs. Why is the master willing to be Genghis Khan's guard now?"

"Amitabha, this is the will of the true Buddha." The old monk said lightly.

"True Buddha? It is rumored that the Living Buddha can know the past and the future. I don't know if you know what the future will be like?" Looking at the old monk, Yan Feiruo asked meaningfully.

"Reincarnation in the world has its own arrangements." The old monk said vaguely.

"Reincarnation?" Yan Fei's voice was clearly mocking.

No longer paying attention to the so-called Living Buddha, Yan Fei looked at Temujin, who was on the throne with a majestic face, "Did Khan invite the poor Daoist in, isn't he afraid that the poor Daoist will violently hurt others? Although there are many masters in the account , but even so, it may not be able to stop Pindao."

"No. [-] in the world, such strength is naturally not limited by the number of people, but Ben Khan thinks that the Taoist priest will not kill Ben Khan!" Looking a little fat, he is strong, wearing a simple Mongolian robe, and a face full of vicissitudes of time. Full of determination, Temujin looked at Yan Fei with eyes sharper than an eagle, and smiled confidently.

"No? Did Da Khan forget the purpose of coming here?" Yan Fei laughed.

"Does the priest know what will happen if Ben Khan is assassinated by you?" Temujin asked.

Asking and answering himself, Temujin laughed domineeringly and said, "If Ben Khan is assassinated by the Daoist today, then the whole Song Dynasty will become Xiangyang. Can the Daoist believe it?"

Yan Fei is silent, this is a fact.

In history, the Mongolian army has had countless such examples.

Temujin's son-in-law was killed when he attacked the Western Regions, and then his daughter slaughtered three cities, the real chickens and dogs did not stay!

After attacking Sichuan, Meng Ge died in battle, and then the entire Sichuan region was almost wiped out.