Seeing that Guo Jing's feet did not stop for a moment, the back seemed to have eyes, and a spear stabbed at the golden wheel, and a spear stabbed at his chest. The force of the head was absolutely not reduced at all. He couldn't help but feel excited. He immediately split his hands and rattled, and a spear was cut off by his palm knife. When he looked at Guo Jing again, he was already farther away from him.

On the other hand, Yang Guo also entered the military formation, rushed left and right, and the sword curtain swept open, and no one could stop him. Soon he fought a path of blood. Together with Guo Jing, each general pulled a centurion off his horse.

The two immediately jumped onto the horse, clashed with the army in the east and west, and then ran away after fighting and storming.

When Yang Guo saw King Jinlun, Yu Zhenzi and the ancestor of Blood Knife caught up, he immediately took off the spear on his back. While driving the war horse to rush forward, he shot the spear in his hand as a javelin. He had strong internal strength. The spear shot out was naturally extraordinary. He let out a sudden roar in the air. King Jinlun and others were away in panic, but the Mongolian soldiers behind him suffered a disaster and died under the spear.

"Uncle Guo, go ahead!"

Yang Guo threw the two spears in his hand to Guo Jing not far away. Guo Jing reached out to take it and threw one spear behind him. After scaring Xiao Xiangzi and others away, he controlled the bridle with one hand and held the spear in the other hand, constantly swinging forward and stabbing a bloody path.

Kublai Khan outside the tent was shocked when he saw that the two of them were so brave. He immediately let the soldiers scatter and shot arrows to intercept them.

For a moment, the Mongolian soldiers surrounding Guo and Yang suddenly retreated like a tide, and the next moment, dense rain of arrows shot down.

The two of them held spears and kept waving the falling arrows, but taking this opportunity, King Jinlun and others had already chased after him.

Even though Yang Guo and Guo Jing could barely protect their bodies and not be injured by the rain of arrows, the war horses under their seats were difficult to take care of. They were immediately hit by arrows one after another, whining and wailing, and fell to the ground.

The two jumped off the horse and saw that the King of Jinlun had caught up with him. Kublai Khan also ordered people to stop shooting arrows, but the Mongolian army continued to surround from afar from both wings.

Yang Guo and Guo Jing both looked very serious. They knew that if they were entangled, it would be even more difficult to get out. They just kept running wildly, and King Jinlun and others chased after him.

Seeing that Yang Guo's body movement was a little faster than Guo Jing, he knew that he could not catch up with him. King Jinlun and Yu Zhenzi looked at each other. The former threw out three silver, iron and copper wheels, while the latter released hidden weapons, both attacking Guo Jing. Guo Jing felt a stern. Just as he was about to echo the resistance, Yang Guo was already blocking him with his sword.

"Uncle Guo, you go first!"

"Guo'er, how can I..."

Before Guo Jing finished speaking, Yang Guo interrupted and said, "You go first, I have a way to get out."

Guo Jing's heart sank. Knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, he immediately made up his mind and ran towards the distance.

Yang Guo swung his long sword, and the sword shadows were numerous, blocking all the attacks of the two of them.

At the same time, everyone rushed forward and surrounded him.

"You go and chase Guo Jing, leave this kid to me!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch looked at King Jinlun and others, and looked at Yang Guo with a bloodthirsty and playful smile on his face.

However, after he finished speaking, King Jinlun and others did not take any action.

"What? Do you want to let Guo Jing escape?"

The Blood Knife Ancestor frowned and couldn't help but scold him.

The King of Golden Wheel said with a serious expression: "Do you know how powerful this person is?"

Obviously, he did not think that the Blood Sword Ancestor could solve Yang Guo. Instead of chasing Guo Jing again, it would be better to solve this problem first. After all, in his opinion, Yang Guo was even more dangerous than Guo Jing.

Yu Zhenzi also thought this way in her heart. She looked at Yang Guo and sneered: "This young master Yang has great martial arts skills, so don't hide it. If he can kill him, it will be a great achievement!"

Xiao Xiangzi and others have seen each other's power and have never chased Guo Jing again.

Yang Guo looked at the people who surrounded him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "I have to say that Yang is still very pleased to see you attach importance to me so much."

"You don't have to incite me to wait. Yang Guo, you are the one who framed me at Shanhaiguan?"

Yu Zhenzi dusted the whisk in her hand and sneered coldly.

Yang Guo raised his lips slightly and said with a sarcastic look: "I want to deal with you, but still need to frame you?"

Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to admit it.

Yu Zhenzi's eyes were cold and she snorted coldly: "I think you don't cry until you see the coffin. Let's do it together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and waved the whisk in his hand, wrapping up Yang Guo's Junzi sword. At the same time, he held the sword in his right hand and stabbed him in his chest.

Yang Guo's expression was slightly condensed, holding the gentleman's sword in his hand and lifted upwards, cutting off the dust silk like gold wisps, then the sword body was crossed in front of him, and he couldn't help but retreat six or seven steps back.

Yu Zhenzi looked at the whisk in her hand that had been cut off most of the dust, and her face turned gloomy.

Just as Yang Guo retreated, the ancestor of the Blood Sword had already swept out from behind him and put the blood sword in his hand on his shoulder. Yang Guo immediately raised the sword in front of him, and with a clang, the cold blade of the Blood Sword had pierced his skin and almost cut his flesh.

The Blood Sword Ancestor was behind him, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, and constantly pressing down.

Yang Guo's arm trembled slightly. After holding on for a while, he suddenly stretched out his index finger without looking back and pointed his left hand a little back. A sharp and rapid finger force shot straight towards the Blood Knife Ancestor's face.

The Blood Knife Ancestor's pupils shrank and he quickly turned his head to dodge, but a blood mark was still rubbed out from the corner of his eyebrows, and blood immediately dripped into his right eye, blurring his vision.

Yang Guo noticed that the force in the other party's hand had decreased, and suddenly exerted force to break away from the blood knife, and the long sword swept backwards.

The Blood Sword Ancestor closed his right eye tightly. When he saw the sword blade passing by, he was so scared that he kept retreating. When he was about to avoid the sword blade, a green light about a foot long flashed out of the tip of the sword, which cut open his monk's robe, leaving a deep blood mark on his chest, and a string of blood flowers spewed out.

The Blood Sword Ancestor was shocked and finally knew why this group of people were so afraid of Yang Guo. This kid was so evil in terms of swordsmanship and experience in battle.

Before Yang Guo could continue to kill the ancestor of Blood Sword, Xiao Xiangzi had already placed the mourning stick in front of Yang Guo. As his fingers were pulling the machine, the end of the stick spurted out a stream of fishy and unpleasant black smoke, and rushed towards Yang Guo's face.

Yang Guo immediately covered his breath, shouted "disperse" lightly, and used the lion roar skills. The rolling sound waves fluttered from his mouth, and the ball of black smoke also dissipated around.

This forced Yin Kexi and Nemoxing, who originally wanted to grab the Golden Wheel Dharma King, to retreat and avoid it.
Chapter completed!