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Basiba was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Thieves, please leave!"
As he said that, he reached out and grabbed the hand in the air, and the majestic true energy surged out. In an instant, it condensed into a big golden hand in the air and grabbed it down towards the two of them.
"I don't know any etiquette at all, I should be taught a lesson." Murong Fu shook his head and sighed, turned around suddenly, formed a strange seal with his hands, moved forward, and at the same time, a "roar" sound sounded like a dragon's roar,
As countless air waves gathered together, a two-foot-long white cloud dragon condensed out of thin air.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the two people collided with each other. The dragon-shaped energy instantly split the golden hand into pieces, and rushed towards Pasiba unabated.
"What kind of martial arts is this!" Basiba exclaimed subconsciously. Between the lightning and flint, his body was covered with golden light, like a golden hedgehog.
However, his invincible trick was ineffective in the face of Murong Fu's dragon-shaped energy, and he was passed through without any resistance.
Pa Siba felt his chest being hit so hard by a hammer that he almost lost his breath, and felt dizzy in his mind.
Murong Fu straightened up and smiled inexplicably, "That's it for now. When I have time, I will have some fun with you."
"You...who are you?" Ba Siba suppressed the discomfort in his mind and blurted out a question. For a moment, he vaguely felt that the other person's breath was a bit familiar, but when he thought about it, there was such a person among the masters he knew.
People with the same skills have completely different auras.
Murong Fu waved his hand and left without looking back. Ba Siba's expression changed for a while, but in the end he did not act rashly.
At this time, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the leaders of the four sects and their disciples had gathered together and slowly advanced to the north. The Mongolian soldiers and Mongolian masters surrounded them but refused to attack. When Guo Jing and others took a step forward, they took a step back.
"Master Guo, let's rush out at once. If we drag him on any longer, it might be bad," Qiu Chuji said.
Guo Jing looked back and saw that there were also black Mongolian soldiers behind him, but Murong Fu and Lin Chaoying were nowhere to be seen. He frowned and said to Huang Rong, "Rong'er, are those two seniors surrounded by a large army?"
Huang Rong shook her head and said with a very firm tone, "No, with the martial arts of the two of them, it is easy to escape. Taoist Master Qiu is right. Many disciples can no longer hold on. We must rush out as soon as possible. We must not be trapped again."
Tangled."
Guo Jing thought the same thing. Although Mongolian soldiers continued to pour in from both ends of this basin, the terrain was relatively narrow and it was difficult for the army to deploy. It was a bit difficult to deal with them, let alone masters like Murong Fu.
Thinking of this, he shouted loudly, "Brothers, follow me."
The voice used their inner strength and spread with great force. Immediately, everyone's morale was greatly boosted and they ran wildly. The leading few did not hesitate to use the last bit of inner strength and blasted the Mongolian soldiers with all their strength, looking unstoppable.
One of the Mongolian soldiers shouted, "Listen to the army and kill them all. You will be rewarded with a thousand cattle and sheep and ten thousand taels of gold!"
As soon as these words came out, all the Mongolian soldiers screamed with excitement and surrounded them one after another, fighting bravely and fearlessly.
Everyone was startled by this momentum. Guo Jing knocked away seven or eight soldiers with one palm and shouted, "Brothers, don't be afraid, you can survive if you rush out."
After all, he was an honest man, and his instigation was obviously not encouraged by others. The disciples of the four sects were either timid and lost their lives due to hesitation, or they attacked boldly, but were isolated and helpless and were hacked to death. In short, everyone's actions were uneven, and chaos soon broke out.
into a ball.
This is not the most critical thing. When the Mongolian soldiers' archers are in position, their current formation is a living target, and the opponent can release arrows without any scruples.
"What should I do?" Kong Wen and others were a little anxious and asked Guo Jing one after another.
After all, Guo Jing had been stationed in Xiangyang for many years. He had seen this kind of scene many times, and he immediately said decisively, "Taoist Master Qiu, Master Kong Wen, the only solution for now is to forcefully tear a hole open, and we can go as far as we can."
This is tantamount to giving up some of the disciples, and it doesn't take much to think about it, the ones who are given up must be those injured disciples.
Qiu Chuji and others were all silent. They understood that this was the best way, but they couldn't bear to do it.
At this time, Guo Jing added, "Guo stayed to break up the family."
"How can this be done?" Huang Rong objected immediately. Although she also cared about the world and the Han people, she did not want anything to happen to Guo Jing.
Guo Jing's face was calm, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "Rong'er, there's no need to say more, I've made up my mind."
"Okay then." Huang Rong nodded, her face suddenly returned to calm, and she softly uttered three words, "I'll accompany you."
"Rong'er..."
Just as Guo Jing was about to say something, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly interrupted coldly, "What you want to do is your business. Our Emei Sect will never give up on a disciple."
As soon as she said this, Qiu Chuji's forehead heated up and he said, "I am the Quanzhen Sect too."
"Wu-Tang Clan too."
"The same goes for Shaolin Temple."
Kong Wen and Song Yuanqiao are not far behind.
"This..." Guo Jing swallowed his words before he changed the topic and said loudly, "Okay, today my brothers and sisters and I will kill him seven times in and seven out. Anyway, tonight is enough."
"A bunch of idiots!"
At this time, a sneer came from the air, and then two figures, one gray and one white, appeared out of thin air and landed in front of everyone. They were Murong Fu and Lin Chaoying.
Huang Rong immediately became unhappy, "Hey, who do you think is the idiot?"
Ever since she found out about Murong Fu's identity, she had not shown any respect at all. If the situation hadn't been wrong, she would have settled with him over the fact that he had been taken advantage of earlier.
Murong Fu ignored Huang Rong and said nothing. He slightly arched his body, opened his hands wide, and let out a roar of a dragon that resounded through the void. As time passed, the air waves rolled, the wind swept through the remaining clouds, and countless fire auras gathered above his head. In an instant, a line of numbers was condensed.
The ten-foot-long "Fire Dragon" was exactly the same as the move used to defeat Pasiba earlier.
Everyone looked at this scene in shock, but when they saw him opening and closing his hands, the "Fire Dragon" flew out. Wherever he passed, large areas of Mongolian soldiers fell down. A little further away, they were also blown by the strong wind.
You have to stagger around.
"What a... what a great martial arts!" Qiu Chuji praised in stunned silence.
"What kind of martial arts does this kid use? It can make the person who is hit by it dizzy, and his hands and feet become weak, but it's not like sound waves, and it's not like true energy..." This is what Lin Chaoying is thinking.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with admiration and she thought to herself, "Brother Murong will always be so handsome, even with his martial arts skills."
Huang Rong secretly rolled her eyes, "I'm always so adventurous and won't take action until the critical moment."
Not to mention the few leaders, the ordinary disciples were even more dazzled by it, feeling both admiration and worship in their hearts.
As for the Mongolian side, people were on their backs and their horses were on their backs. They were all extremely frightened and had to "open up" a path.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's go quickly!" Murong Fu withdrew his power and saw that everyone was shocked to the spot. He couldn't help feeling a little complacent in his heart, but he said something coldly.
When everyone came back to their senses, they were all overjoyed. They all raised their voices and rushed towards the torn hole.
The Mongolian soldiers were frightened for a while. Not only did they not dare to stop him, but they were unable to give in.
Seeing everyone rushing out of the encirclement, Murong Fu was at the end. He waved his hands and was about to hit the Mongolian soldiers with a big blow, but Zhou Zhiruo suddenly ran back.
"Zhiruo, what's wrong?" Murong Fu asked.
There was a hint of anxiety on Zhou Zhiruo's face, "Senior Sister Ding is missing, I don't know why..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly pointed in a direction and shouted, "Ah, there she is!"
Murong Fu looked in the direction she pointed and saw a crowd of people there. He could vaguely see a disciple wearing an eyebrow ornament being surrounded.
In fact, there are many places like this on the entire battlefield, where disciples are scattered too far and trapped in tight siege. The leaders of each faction have no choice but to give up. Zhou Zhiruo actually came back to find Ding Minjun. Murong Fu did not expect this. .
Zhou Zhiruo was about to go over, but was pulled back by Murong Fu, "You go first, I will go and save her."
"This... okay, be careful." Zhou Zhiruo hesitated for a moment and then agreed.
Murong Fu shook his head secretly, rose up from the ground, and instantly crossed a distance of several feet. He reached out and grabbed Ding Minjun from the air, then held it under his arm, turned around in the air, and flew away with a series of movements such as It was so smooth that the besieging Mongolian soldiers didn't even know what was happening.
Ding Minjun's mood could be described as ups and downs at this time. Surrounded by a large army, she was already desperate. Suddenly, light came from the sky and rescued her from the desperate situation. At this moment, the wind whistled in her ears and made her cheeks hurt, but it was not the same as the joy of escaping from death. In comparison, this pain was nothing. When I raised my head, I saw an unfamiliar face.
In fact, if she hadn't fallen in too deep and persisted for so long, Murong Fu might not have had time to save her.
An hour later, Guo Jing led the disciples of the four sects into the city from the east gate of Xiangyang City. At this point, a counterattack to attack the Mongolian army came to an end. The disciples of each sect suffered heavy casualties, with less than half of them remaining. More than 2,000 people left. , less than 800 people came back.
However, the results of the battle are also obvious. They killed at least tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers. Not counting this, they took a glance at it from a distance when they entered the city. The killing was still going on outside the east gate. Beggar Clan disciples and The soldiers who defended the city defeated the Mongolian army and threw down their armor.
Seeing this scene, Guo Jing and others were greatly relieved. At least those disciples' sacrifice tonight was not in vain, although the atmosphere was still a bit solemn.
Qiu Chuji was the first to break the silence, "Everyone, Quanzhen disciples were seriously injured, so Pindao took them back for treatment first."
Guo Jing said hurriedly, "Taoist Master Qiu, I'm afraid the healing herbs in your camp are not enough. Why don't you go to Guo Mansion to replenish them first? The same is true for our colleagues in Emei, Wudang, and Shaolin."
Before Kong Wen and the others spoke, Qiu Chuji immediately shook his head, "No need, I teach my disciples to fight against these Tatars all year round, and the golden sore medicine for healing has been fully prepared. However, if my colleagues from other sects are short of medicinal materials, they can just ask.
I will never hide my secrets."
Although he had good intentions, other sects were too embarrassed to ask for it, so they all declined politely.