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

Seeing Wang Baobao's arrogant and domineering look, Yue Zhuoqun smiled coldly, took a spear from the hand of the Mingjiao disciple next to him, and threw it out.

Buzz!

The spear trembled in the air, pierced through the air and went straight to Wang Baobao's chest.

The speed of the spear was amazing, and it arrived in an instant. Wang Baobao's breathing stagnated, his hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were dazed by fear, and he even forgot to dodge.

"Prince, be careful!" At the critical moment, Hebi Weng reached out and grabbed his arm, dragging him off the warhorse, thus avoiding the fate of being pierced by the spear.

He was lucky to escape, but the soldiers behind him suffered a great disaster.

"Ah~"

A scream rang out, and five Tartar soldiers were pierced through the body and flew out like candied haws.

Hiss~

The warhorse roared, and the camp was in a panic.

"Damn it! Send out troops, kill them!" Wang Baobao roared with a red face.

"Kill!"

Tens of thousands of Tartar soldiers rushed out, the earth shook, and yellow sand flew.

The Mingjiao side did not move, watching them approach.

Boom!

When the Tartar soldiers rushed to the center of the field, the ground suddenly collapsed into a deep ditch, and countless people fell into it.

At the bottom of the ditch, there were rows of wooden spikes, which pierced their bodies, and screams came one after another.

This sudden change made the heart of the army in the front row jump, and they subconsciously stopped.

However, the people behind did not have time to stop, and rushed forward to knock them down, causing a stampede.

The aggressive army formation was in chaos.

"Boom!"

The ground in front collapsed again, and thousands of thick earth soldiers wearing leather armor and holding axes and shovels jumped out, shouting and waving their weapons wildly.

Poof~

Heads flew up one after another, and the blood dyed the earth red.

Although the Houtu Army only had a thousand people, their combat power was terrifying. They rushed into the enemy army like a chisel, tearing the army of tens of thousands in half.

"Brothers of the Ming Cult, follow me to attack." Chang Yuchun waved the command flag in his hand and shouted loudly.

The sharp gold flag, the giant wood flag, the flood flag, the blazing fire flag, the four gates of heaven, earth, wind and thunder, and the Tianying Cult came out in full force.

With the brothers of the Houtu Army fighting in the front, they were full of enthusiasm and fought fearlessly.

So what if there were only 6,000 people?

They still killed the Tartar soldiers and horses.

"It's so refreshing, so fucking refreshing!"

Shang Peng and others shouted excitedly.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled: "Everyone, we can't just watch, let's move our hands and feet!"

"The leader is right, I, the old bat, will go first."

Wei Yixiao's robe spread out, and his green ghostly figure has rushed into the battlefield.

In the Yitian world, Wei Yixiao is not even in the top ten in terms of strength, but if we only talk about Qinggong, he dares to say that he is second, but no one dares to claim to be the first.

This is a person who has mastered the Qinggong talent to the extreme.

"Haha, I'm here too."

Yin Tianzheng followed closely behind, and his cloak spread out like a handsome falcon soaring into the sky.

Seeing the Bat King and the Eagle King showing their strength, how could the others restrain themselves? The idea of ​​competing a game arose in their hearts, and each of them used Qinggong to jump out.

Yue Zhuoqun, holding the Yitian Sword, was the last to move, and his figure was like a phoenix flying in the sky.

His elegant and unrestrained but extremely fast body movement stunned both the enemy and us.

In the air, the Sword of Heavenly Sword was swung out.

Buzz!

The shadows of the five mountains enlarged and fell into the Tartar army.

Chi Chi Chi~

The five mountains rolled forward, and sword energy flew out from them, leaving corpses everywhere.

"Is this still a human?"

Wang Baobao exclaimed in shock. Even though there were more than 20,000 troops rushing in front, his heart was trembling.

Zhao Min's pretty face was also pale, but she still held up her courage and ordered: "Masters, you also go to help."

Hearing this order, several people's scalps numbed, but they had to listen to the order of the princess, so they had to force themselves to fight.

"Ada, Aer, Asan, Gangxiang, the four of you and our brothers will join forces to stop Yue Zhuoqun." Lu Zhangke said.

"Okay!"

None of them had the courage to face Yue Zhuoqun alone, and they could only fight him together.

Zhao Min has many masters under her command. The two Xuanming Elders are disciples of Baisun Taoist and are proficient in Xuanming Palm, needless to say.

Cheng Kun is dead, so there is no need to say more.

Next is Ku Tou Tuo, who is loyal to the Ruyang Palace and follows Zhao Min, but in fact he is Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult.

Yang Xiao and Fan Yao are both handsome and elegant, and are called Xiaoyao Erxian by people in the world.

But Fan Yao voluntarily disfigured himself and pretended to be deaf and dumb to enter the Ruyang Palace. He stole intelligence many times and secretly passed messages to people in the Ming Cult.

Ah Da's original name was Fang Dongbai, known as the Eight-armed Divine Sword. He was originally one of the elders of the Beggar Gang, and later defected to the Yuan Mongolian court. Not onlyThe swordsmanship is profound, and the internal strength is also extremely deep.

Ah Er, Ah San, and Gang Xiang are descendants of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions.

The Vajra Sect in the Western Regions does not belong to the Tantric Buddhism, but is a sect founded by the Shaolin traitor Huo Gong Tou Tuo.

Huo Gong Tou Tuo was an ordinary errand boy in Shaolin. Because he was often beaten by the monks in the kitchen, he secretly learned Shaolin martial arts.

Twenty years later, he killed the head of the Dharma Hall in the annual Dharma Hall Grand Prix, and then fled to the Western Regions to establish the Vajra Sect.

Ah Er, Ah San, and Gang Xiang's martial arts all came from Shaolin.

In addition, there are the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows. Although their martial arts are slightly worse, they are all archers, and they can hit the target with a longbow.

After the two Xuanming elders and Ah Da and the other four reached an agreement, they stepped on the heads of the soldiers and rushed towards Yue Zhuoqun.

The Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows also rushed into the battlefield, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at Yang Xiao and others.

Only the bitter monk stood there without moving.

Zhao Min frowned, thinking that he was deaf and didn't receive her order.

She had to turn around and face the bitter monk, and said again: "Master Ku, you go up and help too."

The bitter monk Fan Yao smiled: "I want to borrow something from the princess first."

"Borrow what... No, how can you speak... Ah!" Zhao Min suddenly realized and wanted to retreat, but Fan Yao raised his hand and grabbed her neck and held her in his arms.

"Master Ku, the princess treats you well, why do you betray me?"

Although Zhao Min has learned martial arts from several people, she is far inferior to Fan Yao and has no ability to resist at all.

"I am Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult. Ku Tou Tuo made up a fake identity to sneak into the Ruyang Palace. I didn't really want to surrender, so how could I say I betrayed him."

Fan Yao explained, and then shouted to Wang Baobao who was not far away: "Your sister's life is in my hands. If you want to save her life, now order the army to lay down their weapons and surrender!"

"Minmin! Don't hurt my sister's life." Wang Baobao was at a loss for words by this sudden change.

Zhao Min was not only his favorite sister, but also the darling of the Ruyang King. If something really happened, he really didn't know how to report it.

"Brother, don't worry about me! The Ming Cult is about to perish, he dare not do anything to me."

After these words came out, Wang Baobao's heart calmed down instantly.

The other party threatened Zhao Min's life just because he was afraid that the Ming Cult would be defeated. If he didn't push her to the limit, he really didn't dare to kill her.

"If you release Minmin, I will withdraw my troops and give the Ming Cult a chance to survive. How about that?"

"Give us a chance to survive. You think too highly of yourself!"

Yue Zhuoqun shouted coldly, and the Sword of Heavenly Sword emitted a fascinating cold light, covering the six Xuanming people.

In the sword light, there was a scene of broken mountains and rivers and withered things.