Everyone saw Meng Xiuyuan walking away, and their emotions were very complicated.
"This Young Master Meng is really amazing...
I don’t know how lucky the Wudang Sect is to have such a great founder and have such an extraordinary second-generation disciple.”
He Taichong was filled with emotions and murmured unconsciously.
He had just joined forces with everyone from Ban Shuxian, Kunlun, and Huashan, and used all his unique skills, but could not do anything to this young man in his twenties. Afterwards, he seemed not to take it seriously, but in fact, he was far from as calm as he appeared.
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Ten years later, he was defeated by Meng Xiuyuan twice in a row, each time worse than the last, causing Kunlun's reputation to be wiped out along with him.
All this made He Taichong feel infinite self-blame and unwillingness, and even resentment and jealousy.
But at this moment, seeing Meng Xiuyuan's heroic feat of trying to hold off thousands of armies with one man's strength, he no longer had these thoughts and only felt pure admiration.
"Leader, what should we do? Do we really want to leave this Meng Shaoxia to be the queen?" Yang Xiao looked confused and asked Zhang Wuji.
Although he had many grievances with Meng Xiuyuan, and even had hidden wounds left by Meng Xiuyuan at this time. But now, even if it was just for the dignity of the Ming Cult, he could not let an unrelated outsider like Meng Xiuyuan stay and risk his own life for them.
"It doesn't matter, my junior uncle will be fine.
If he wants to leave, no one in the world can stop him."
Zhang Wuji showed that he was full of confidence in Meng Xiuyuan. He only glanced slightly in the direction Meng Xiuyuan left, then turned back and said loudly to everyone present:
"Everyone, let's not waste time. Let's rush back to the top of the light as soon as possible and organize the disciples of various sects to enter the secret passage.
Now in this critical moment of survival, I hope that everyone can put aside the past grudges for the time being and work together to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, as my little uncle hopes.
The Tatars are ruthless and we, the Han people, all have the responsibility to resist the enemy.
In my opinion, after we come down from the secret passage, we can take advantage of our Jianghu people to act in secret and sneak into assassinations.
By leading the Yuan army away, we will relieve my uncle from the danger of being besieged by the Yuan army."
When everyone heard what Zhang Wuji said, they all nodded in agreement.
Although they doubted in their hearts whether Meng Xiuyuan could resist and survive for so long among thousands of troops, they really had no better way at this time and could only act accordingly.
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In fact, compared to the worries of everyone from various factions about Meng Xiuyuan, Meng Xiuyuan himself was not so nervous.
He flew down the mountain road with his sword, and gradually heard the rumble of the Yuan army's horse hooves in his ears, but his heart was filled with calmness. His steps became faster and faster, and in the end, his body looked like phantom lightning.
After running straight to a narrow opening on the mountain road, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly stopped.
This is the only way to go up the mountain. It is only three feet wide. There are cliffs on one side and cliffs on the other. It is a good place for blocking.
Meng Xiuyuan stood here quietly, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, adjusting for the next battle.
But a few dozen breaths later, Yuan soldiers from the bottom of the mountain gradually surged up like a tide. As a greeting to Meng Xiuyuan, a burst of arrows were fired at them.
The bow strings vibrated, and arrows shot through the air. Continuous flying arrows were thrown from the array of Yuan army archers thirty or forty feet away.
Although it is not as densely packed as shown in the movie, covering up the clouds and blocking out the sun, but added up within a few breaths, it is still dense enough to turn a person into a hedgehog.
But for the current Meng Xiuyuan, no matter how many bows and arrows were shot out, they would not pose much of a threat. The Heavenly Sword in his hand flashed with green light, and without much effort, all he could see was that the ground was covered with broken branches.
With the broken arrow, Meng Xiuyuan was already standing there calmly.
"Cum again!"
The Yuan army was unwilling to give up. An officer in the military formation issued an order in Mongolian, and immediately another hail of arrows came.
But the result was the same. Meng Xiuyuan blocked these arrows without much effort and was unharmed.
At this time, the Yuan army did not arrange a third round of archery, because their leading cavalry had already galloped their horses and whips and charged straight in front of Meng Xiuyuan.
Although all the Yuan army cavalrymen had seen Meng Xiuyuan's ability to block arrows, they still moved forward bravely, and no one was afraid to back down.
This group of Mongolians were extremely skilled in riding. There were twenty or thirty men and horses in total, rushing forward and backward, blocking the mountain road which was not even wide in the first place, leaving no room for Meng Xiuyuan to move and dodge.
The uphill slope of this mountain road is not very steep. After a certain distance of acceleration, the horses are already running extremely fast. Coupled with the weight of the man and the horse, which is close to a thousand kilograms, the power of the cavalry charge is about to reach the top of the mountain.
Meng Xiuyuan was hit to pieces.
When Meng Xiu saw this situation, he just took a deep breath and still stood there quietly.
It wasn't until the leading cavalry reached a distance of four to five feet in front of him that he suddenly jumped up into the air, and slashed with the Heavenly Sword in his hand. The invisible sword energy shot out in an instant, like a sudden burst of wind and rain, coming quickly,
Stopped quickly.
This move is the ninth move of "Purple Sky Sword Qi" and is called "Xiao Xiao Yu Xie". Since Meng Xiuyuan learned the Kung Fu of "Purple Sky Sword Qi" ten years ago, he has never used this move.
The name of the move comes from General Yue Fei's famous song "The River is Red", and as its name suggests, this move is the only one in the entire set of sword techniques designed specifically for killing enemies on the battlefield.
All moves are only designed to adapt to the dangerous environment of the battlefield. When launching the move, a large amount of sword energy can be erupted in a short period of time, which can be used to massively kill ordinary officers and soldiers who do not know kung fu. And when the move is withdrawn, it is quick and does not reveal any flaws.
With Meng Xiuyuan's current skill, the sword energy that originally did not emphasize quality has become very powerful.
For a moment, dozens of cavalrymen were seen wailing and falling off their horses one after another, and clouds of blood mist spurted out from their bodies, dyeing the soil on the mountain road red.
Meng Xiuyuan, on the other hand, used his strength to step on the galloping horse and turned over to avoid the collision of the horses.
When he landed again, the horses without their masters either neighed and fell into the cliff in the collision, or they were still running towards the bright summit behind Meng Xiuyuan.
"Anyone who crosses this line will die."
The sound of infuriating energy was like a thunderous explosion, rumbled across the mountain road, and shocked every soldier on the mountain road to feel his heart tightening.
While speaking, Meng Xiuyuan waved his sword energy a few more times, cutting a deep groove on the mountain road.
Of course Meng Xiuyuan did this not just to show off as a master, but because he understood that with his own strength, there was no way he could kill all the thousands of soldiers on the mountain and down the mountain.
The most critical thing at this time is to delay the evacuation of the Guangmingding factions.
Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan did not choose to take the initiative to attack, but just stayed at this critical narrow mouth of the mountain road, blocking the way with soldiers and covering with water and soil.
Looking at the Yuan troops on the opposite side, although they were all well-trained and disciplined, they could not help but be shocked by Meng Xiuyuan's magical and ghostly stunt just now.
For a while, no Yuan army dared to attack anymore. They just anxiously fired several rounds of arrows, leaving broken branches and broken arrows all over the place. The scene was very scary, but Meng Xiuyuan was not hurt at all.
At this time, Meng Xiuyuan thought that his post-breakup would be completed so easily, but he didn't expect a sudden change to occur in an instant.
There was only a "bang" explosion, and a group of green fireworks shot out from the bottom of the mountain, rose straight into the air and exploded.
When the Yuan soldiers present saw the green fireworks, their expressions suddenly changed and they were extremely frightened.
"attack!"
A majestic and urgent command was immediately heard among the Yuan soldiers, and then the Yuan soldiers present no longer hesitated and rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan with loud roars.
For a time, the Yuan army gained momentum, completely losing its flinching look just now.
Meng Xiu saw this, and although he was a little surprised, he was not afraid or nervous at all. He clenched the Heavenly Sword in his hand and dodged into the array of Yuan soldiers.
One thing to say is that these Yuan soldiers in front of me are indeed elite, and they are much stronger than the Yuan soldiers that Meng Xiuyuan fought at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain who massacred villagers.
At this time, these Yuan soldiers were well-trained and well-equipped, and without the need for anyone to coordinate them, they consciously attacked Meng Xiuyuan in a semi-arc shape, and the attack was full of threats.
In Meng Xiuyuan's field of vision, he could only see at least seven or eight spears strewn at different heights at all times, stabbing at him in real and insubstantial ways. There were also short Yuan soldiers who leaned under the spear shafts and bent down at the same time.
He sneaked over with his bow legs and swiped his sharp knife at Meng Xiuyuan's lower body at the same time, hoping to sneak attack him before he had time to deal with it.
Faced with such a complex and dangerous situation, if it were Meng Xiuyuan ten years ago, he would definitely choose to use Qinggong to retreat immediately, distance himself from the enemy, and then repeat the previous method of dealing with the cavalry, using "Purple Sky"
"Sword Qi" can hurt people from a distance.
This approach is naturally safe, but no matter how much true energy is in the body, there is always a limit. In front of these seemingly endless Yuan soldiers, he will not be able to sustain it for too long after squandering his true energy like this.
Fortunately, today is different from the past. Meng Xiuyuan now has a better way to deal with the enemy.
Meng Xiuyuan's body was like a ghost, his sword was like lightning, and he was able to kill the Yuan troops in front of him very efficiently with just simple swings of his sword again and again.
Every time a sword is struck, the weapon will be shattered, limbs will fly everywhere, and the screams of pain will be heard endlessly.
Within a cup of tea, more than a hundred corpses were lying on the mountain road in front of them, and the sand under their feet was soaked with blood.
The Yuan army in the rear row had to move away the bodies of their comrades in front, and even pushed them directly off the cliff, so that they could continue to move forward and attack Meng Xiuyuan.
During this process, Meng Xiuyuan's body was not stained with any traces of blood or dust, let alone stains. Although the true energy in his body was slightly depleted, it was not too serious and was completely within control.
Such a result was actually within Meng Xiuyuan's expectation. In addition to having the Yitian Sword in his hand at this moment, he also believed in the results of his ten years of practice.
Although Meng Xiuyuan's total amount of infuriating energy has not improved much compared to ten years ago, due to the inspiration from the "Nine Yang Divine Art", dozens of mysteries have been opened throughout the body, so the infuriating energy recovery speed is extremely fast, which largely makes up for his
consumed in fierce battles.
And at the same time, due to his unremitting practice of "Physical Fitness Technique" in the past ten years, his physical strength has been greatly improved. Coupled with the "precise control of the body" effect of "The Great Shift of the Universe", he can make one move after another
, as long as the body muscles exert strength and do not need to use too much infuriating energy, it can have great power.
In this way, the consumption of infuriating energy will naturally be reduced.
The superposition of these two factors allowed Meng Xiuyuan to move freely in this military formation, killing more than a hundred elite Yuan soldiers with one man's power, and still maintaining a relatively good condition.
"I said, anyone who crosses the line will die."
As he spoke, Meng Xiuyuan pointed at the ditch mark on the ground with the tip of the Yitian Sword. Sure enough, the only corpses of the Yuan soldiers in that area had crossed that line.
When all the Yuan soldiers saw such a tragic scene, they couldn't help but feel terrified.
The Yuan soldiers who are standing in the front row now were all standing in the back row just now.
They saw groups of comrades in front of them rushing forward bravely, but in the blink of an eye, they were all easily killed by the terrifying Han youth in front of them.
Obviously they were all strong and mighty Mongolian heroes, but at this moment, none of them could even block a sword, leaving only a wailing sound and a pool of blood, and their lives passed by meaninglessly.
No one wants to end up in the same fate.
Even the captains of ten and centurions who were originally responsible for the command could not even open their mouths to give orders at this time and let their soldiers go up and die in vain.
Meng Xiu saw this and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he had killed enough people and finally frightened these Yuan troops.
But I didn't expect that the mutation would happen again at this time.
Suddenly, a "bang" was heard from the bottom of the mountain, and another firework was fired and exploded in mid-air.
It's just that unlike the last firework, this one emits a blood-red light.
When the Yuan army saw this red firework, their bodies couldn't help but tremble.
In an instant, their expressions no longer looked as fearful as before. There was only hatred and madness in their eyes when they looked at Meng Xiuyuan. They seemed to be dyed by the red fireworks, and their eyes were all red.
"kill!!"
A fierce roar came from the team, and the Yuan army rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan again, and it was far more ferocious than last time.
When they fought again this time, these Mongolian soldiers of the Yuan Army no longer defended, but they all looked like they were desperate to get a bite out of Meng Xiuyuan, and they tried their best to attack him.
What's more, the Yuan army archers in the rear row also began to throw arrows simultaneously in the direction of Meng Xiuyuan, regardless of the casualties of their own soldiers.
For a moment, Meng Xiuyuan faced a forest of spears and a rain of arrows.
When Meng Xiu saw this, he was a little surprised in his heart. He couldn't help but wonder who the commander of these Yuan soldiers was and what methods he used to make the soldiers so willing to sacrifice their lives.
However, at this critical moment, he did not think deeply. He quickly concentrated his energy and devoted himself to each move.
In just a short time, Meng Xiuyuan's side was already piled with corpses, and blood flowed into rivers. Half of them died under his sword, and the other half died from bows and arrows shot from behind.
However, compared with just now, the intensity of the battle increased significantly, and Meng Xiuyuan had to use more energy to barely stop these crazy Yuan soldiers and prevent them from rushing past him.
He swung his sword to kill again and again, and the broken limbs and soldiers flew everywhere. At a certain moment, Meng Xiuyuan was even vaguely curious whether the Yitian Sword, the peerless magic weapon in his hand that had been praised to heaven, could be cut down if the battle lasted longer.
Curled blade.
However, before such things could be verified, the situation suddenly changed again.
A voice came, causing all the crazy Yuan soldiers to stop:
"Everyone stop it!"
Meng Xiuyuan followed the sound and saw someone riding a tall horse and wearing luxurious clothes, surrounded by the Yuan army in the distance.