The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

Chahan Temur, the Ruyang King of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, was a general in the imperial court and held the title of Taiwei, in charge of the military power of the world.

This man was both civil and military, very good at commanding troops, had defeated several Han uprising armies, and was also the main figure in suppressing the Ming Cult.

He had countless good generals under his command, and also recruited many martial arts masters, not only from the Central Plains martial arts, but also from the Western Regions.

More than two years ago, the general who broke through Yuanzhou City and was beheaded by Yue Zhuoqun was one of his subordinates.

In the study, Wang Baobao came hurriedly.

"Father, what happened that you hurriedly called me back?"

Wang Baobao, the son of the Ruyang King, inherited his father's talent for commanding troops.

"Have you heard the news that the Ming Cult wants to compete for the position of leader?" The Ruyang King did not answer, but asked back.

Wang Baobao nodded: "This matter has caused a lot of uproar in the martial arts world. Recently, the activities of the Mingjiao rebels have calmed down a lot. According to accurate information, Shaolin, Wudang and other sects will also take this opportunity to besiege Guangmingding."

In recent years, all the uprisings against the Mongol Yuan Dynasty have basically had the shadow of the Mingjiao. They are not organized by the disciples of the Mingjiao, but they are also supported by them behind the scenes.

Fortunately, the Mingjiao is in discord and each of them is acting independently, just like a pile of loose sand. This is how the Mongol Yuan Dynasty was able to suppress the uprising every time.

Once the Mingjiao selects a new leader, the various branch forces will inevitably unite as one, which is a big threat.

Wang Baobao will naturally pay special attention to this kind of thing.

"The martial artists in the Central Plains have always been dissatisfied with the rule of the court and have committed many acts of rebellion.

Their fight this time is also a good opportunity for us to deal a heavy blow to the martial artists in the Central Plains."

"Father, I understand what you mean. I will lead the army to Guangmingding now." Wang Baobao looked determined and immediately bowed his hands.

"Remember, don't act in a big way." King Ruyang reminded: "These masters in the Central Plains are all strong. Let them kill each other first. When they are almost dead, you can send troops to encircle and suppress them. Try not to let anyone go."

"I know."

Wang Baobao nodded and turned to leave.

He was about to leave the palace and go to the military camp, but before he reached the door, a clear voice came from behind: "Brother, where are you going?"

Wang Baobao turned around and saw a girl about fourteen years old with her hands behind her back, walking towards her excitedly, followed by two old men with cold faces and a cold aura.

He showed a doting smile on his face: "Minmin, why didn't you go to practice martial arts with the masters today?"

Minmin Temur, the youngest daughter of King Ruyang and the sister of Wang Baobao, also gave herself a Han Chinese name - Zhao Min.

She was fourteen years old, but she was beautiful and charming, with a pair of smart eyes showing her quirky spirit.

Zhao Min was born in a noble family and was born smart, but her personality was not as conventional as that of ordinary women. She loved archery and horse riding very much, and led a group of masters to practice martial arts all day long.

"It's boring to practice martial arts all day." Zhao Min wrinkled her nose, grabbed Wang Baobao's arm with both hands and shook it, with a gleam in her eyes: "Brother, can you take me to play?"

Wang Baobao was very tempted by her, but this time he decisively refused: "Not today, my father ordered me to do something."

"I know you are going to deal with the Mingjiao thieves!"

"Haha, you really can't hide anything from your clever little ghost."

"How about it? Take me with you!"

"I'm going to fight, not to have fun, you stay at home obediently." Wang Baobao shook his head helplessly.

"What's wrong with fighting? I can still help you. The Master Cheng next to me knows the Mingjiao very well and can have unexpected effects."

Wang Baobao's attitude hesitated, and after a moment he said: "I can take you, but you have to ensure your own safety."

"Don't worry! There are so many masters around me, who can do anything to me?" Zhao Min raised her snow-white goose neck, with a face full of confidence.

…

Time passed quickly, and it was the day before the agreed battle for the new leader at Guangmingding.

There were many branches of the Ming Cult, and at least 50,000 or 60,000 people, but 90% of them were ordinary people who only knew a little about martial arts. Obviously, they could not all come, so only the leaders of each branch brought a few confidants to participate.

The Emei and Shaolin sects were different, and they followed the elite model, and all disciples had to practice martial arts.

There were hundreds of disciples, and thousands of disciples.

Shaolin had a long history and the most disciples, but there were only 3,000 formal disciples and lay disciples.

This time, they all took out their family assets to destroy the Ming Cult.

Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, Kongtong were the main ones, and there were also several small sects such as the Divine Fist Sect and the Giant Whale Gang. There were more than 3,000 masters who formed an army, led by their respective leaders, and attacked Guangmingding.

Guangmingding positionThe road to the Zuwang Peak of Kunlun Mountain is very rugged, which can be said to be easy to defend but difficult to attack.

I thought I would be blocked by the disciples of the Ming Cult on the way up the mountain, but who knew that I would meet a large army of hundreds of people just at the foot of the mountain.

The leader was wearing a cloak, with a righteous face, long white eyebrows and hair combed together, with the demeanor of a master.

"Master Kongzhi, Master Miejue, it's the White Eyebrow Eagle King of the Sky Eagle Cult!" The head of the Shenquan Sect was the first to recognize this person's identity.

The former head of the Shenquan Sect and the Giant Whale Gang died at the hands of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun at the Wangpanshan Island Sword-raising Conference.

So Miejue summoned all factions to encircle and suppress the Ming Cult, and they responded immediately.

"Hmph! Then kill them first, don't let anyone go up the mountain to join the Mingjiao thieves."

Mistress Miejue snorted coldly, drew out the Yitian Sword and rushed out first: "Yin Tianzheng, come here and die!"

"Hahaha, Mistress Miejue, don't think that I will be afraid of you just because there are more people."

Yin Tianzheng responded heroically, but after he finished speaking, he whispered to a big monk beside him: "Monk Peng, are you sure that the six hundred disciples in my sect can resist the other side's three thousand masters?"

Monk Peng smiled mysteriously: "Eagle King, don't worry, all this is within the plan of the flag bearer, you just go to fight."

Six hundred against three thousand, no matter how you look at it, it's unreliable.

But Yin Tianzheng thought of Yue Zhuoqun that Bai Guishou had described to him, and chose to believe it. He nodded and waved his hand and said: "The disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect listen to my orders and kill the righteous coalition forces."

"Kill!"

In an instant, the two armies rushed together.

After all, they were not regular armies, and neither side cared about charging in battle formations. When they met, they just fought to see who was stronger in terms of force.

The coalition forces of the righteous sects, relying on their numerical advantage, quickly surrounded the members of the Sky Eagle Sect and gained the upper hand.

They were extremely excited to have gained such a big advantage in the first battle.

If they continued like this, it would only take half an hour to wipe out the Sky Eagle Sect.

Boom!

At this moment, the earth shook violently, and the ground collapsed into deep trenches.

"The Thick Earth Army Attacks!"

With a loud shout, hundreds of figures wearing leather armor and holding axes and shovels jumped out from the ground and cut the righteous coalition forces into several groups.