Chapter 321 The Battle of Establishing a Power

Author: Shunjun

Chapter 321 The Battle of Establishing a Power

"Oh?" Master Mie Jue sneered.

Accompanied by the harsh charge horn, the Mongolian soldiers were shouting and killing.

Hundreds of Mongolian elite suicide squads rushed up quickly without saying a word. Although the Mongolian people are very angry now, the real elite troops are elites. When they rushed, there was no fear on their faces, and they all fought bravely.

at the head.

Zhang Wuji admired the bravery of these warriors very much, so he would give them the highest respect of the warriors. He would not hold back, but would do his best.

Facing the surging Mongolian army, the officer in charge of commanding the fire flag said: "Master, please move back to the palace. It is better to leave the Mongolian soldiers to resist by your subordinates."

Zhang Wuji turned around and said to them, "Haha, thank you for your hard work this time. I have recorded your contribution. If you want to take blood, next time."

After saying that, Zhang Wuji turned his head and looked at the Mongolian soldiers who were rushing up.

These Mongolians were very fast, just when they turned around and said something. These Mongolians had already arrived at a place twenty steps away from Zhang Wuji.

Moreover, their pace is very stable, and their pace and speed are not messy.

Zhang Wuji blinked, and these people had reached ten steps away from him.

Zhang Wuji had another breath, and it was the gap between this breath that these Mongolian soldiers had reached five steps away. The steel knife in their hands was three inches away from Zhang Wuji's nose.

The members of the Ming Cult who were guarding the mountain and the people of all sects looking out of the gate of Shaolin Temple, their hearts were all raised to their throats.

The women who cared about Zhang Wuji the most held their breath and did not dare to breathe for a moment.

At this critical moment, Zhang Wuji let out a breath and then waved the long sword in his hand.

Zhang Wuji's sword was extremely fast, and in just a blink of an eye, the Mongolian soldiers who were about to arrive in front of him, both the sword and shield in their hands, and themselves, had been cut into two pieces by the Heavenly Sword in his hands.

Blood splattered on the mountain road of Shaolin Temple, and Zhang Wuji's body and face.

Seeing this scene, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the scene was cruel.

Zhao Min looked at Zhang Wuji who was fighting against the enemy on the mountain road. This scene was very similar to when he was in Dadu.

Zhang Wuji was calm and walked forward step by step. All the Mongolian soldiers who stood in front of him and rushed to him were killed by him.

The cold light of the Yitian Long Sword flashed, and blood kept slid from the sword body to the tip of the sword, and finally dripped onto the ground. There was also the incomplete body.

Seeing Zhang Wuji wielding the Sword of the Heavenly Sword, killing the mountain road as blood flowed into a river, Master Mie Jue couldn't help but feel scared.

The word "extinction" is her name.

Master Mie Jue believed that he had killed countless people in half his life, and he was worthy of the title of "Destroy the Earl". At the time of fighting in the First Line Gorge, countless Ming Cultists died under her sword of the Heavenly Sword.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji's cruelty and bloodthirsty are especially above her.

Master Mie Jue was fine. When the smell of blood on the hillside floated up in the breeze, when he looked at the real battlefield scene in front of him, Bei Jinyi and others couldn't help but vomit it out.

Seeing this, Abbot Kong Wen and others couldn't help swallowing. Then Abbot Kong Wen looked at the back of the woman in yellow and chanted "Amitabha" in his heart.

Abbot Kong Wen thought to himself: "Fortunately, this woman in yellow has asked for love for us, otherwise my Shaolin monks would be slaughtered like these Mongolian Tartars, and would have no power to fight back."

There was a lot of wailing on the mountain road. Seeing Zhang Wujirui unstoppable and murderous like a numb person, even the elites of the suicide squad who drank Zhuangxing wine could not help but be scared.

When a person is fighting, he will lose half of his heart. Because once a person becomes timid, his hands and feet will involuntarily disobey, and no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to exert it.

The Mongolian soldiers who charged forward were killed by Zhang Wuji and abandoned their armor and rolled and crawled down the mountain. If they hadn't had their armor worn, they would have died under their own swords when they ran away.

Seeing the invincible bravery of his sect leader, the members of the Ming Cult cheered. The drummers responsible for boosting morale, under the command of their respective flag officials, beat the snare drums to cheer for Zhang Wuji.

With the inspiration of the drums, Zhang Wuji became more and more brave as he fought, and his speed of wielding the long sword became faster and faster.

Although he abides by the agreement with Zhao Min, he did not kill innocent people, did not kill or escape, or surrender. Many people who did not have time to put down their weapons and escape fell under Zhang Wuji's sword.

In just a short while, the long Shaoshi Mountain Road was already full of Mongolian corpses.

Zhang Wuji's robe had long been stained with the enemy's blood.

Seeing Zhang Wuji covered in blood, like Hell Shura, many soldiers in charge of supervising the battle could not help but be scared. They could not withstand the fear in their hearts, and threw away the weapons in their hands and ran backwards.

The troops were defeated like mountains of defeat. As the supervisors retreated, the Mongolian troops attacking the mountains were completely defeated in an unorderly manner.

Everyone was in a mess, and many of them were trampled to death by their own people without dying under Zhang Wuji's sword.

Until Zhang Wuji walked to the gate of Shaolin Temple, the troops responsible for attacking the mountain had already fled.

Everyone in the world who were standing on the hills watching the excitement were stunned.

Then He Taichong couldn't help but stretch out his thumb and said, "Master Zhang is really a god descending to earth. A hundred people are not suitable for the five steps. Even if it was Xiang Yu, the overlord of that year, I'm afraid it would be like this."

Although Master Mie Jue has always hated Zhang Wuji, she did not object to He Taichong's words this time.

After all, Zhang Wuji is indeed much stronger than her. If he simply uses one to ten or one to one to a hundred, it would be nothing for a master of Master Mie Jue. What's more, it's the case that the Yitian Sword is in hand.

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But Zhang Wuji faced hundreds of well-equipped and well-trained Mongolian dead soldiers wearing armor.

Although Master Mie Jue was a little arrogant, she asked herself that she could not do this.

Without waiting for everyone to react, Zhao Min used his light skills and quickly headed towards Zhang Wuji.

Seeing Zhao Min leaving, Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, Yang Buhui, Zhu Jiuzhen, and the group of yellow-clothed women were not behind, and they followed one after another.

Zhang Wuji has now killed the Mongolian Tartars back to the foot of the mountain, and now there is nothing left at this location. Many people with good deeds have followed him and then planned to continue watching Master Zhang's "heroic posture".

In less than a moment, everyone had arrived at the mountain gate.

Zhang Wuji stood in the open space twenty feet away from the mountain gate. There was no blockage on the open space, only him was him and his sword. There was also the Mongolian army in front of him that was like a tide, and he could not see at a glance.

Although Zhang Wuji is very stylish now, Zhao Min reminded anxiously: "Brother Wuji, you must not stand in front of them. Our Mongolian army is best at cavalry charge and volleyball. You are standing.

The place is too empty and unobstructed. If they shoot arrows and cavalry charge, they will suffer a great loss. Listen to me, rush up and pester them, and get involved with the infantrymen.

.In this way, neither the cavalry nor the archers can exert their strength."
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