Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 321 Metamorphosis ([-])

The steel knife entered his body, and a burst of severe pain hit him. Before Zhang Wuji could react, the nine yang zhenqi in his body stimulated his muscles to clamp the steel knife tightly.

Zhang Wuji was awakened by the severe pain, his gaze refocused on the Mongolian soldier in front of him, and then he looked down, only to see a steel knife was slashing at his waist, although it was caught by the muscles, it penetrated half an inch Yu Yu.

At this moment, the bright red blood was dripping down.

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes wide, let out a roar, and slapped the Mongolian soldier with both palms.

This palm was full of anger, and it was directly imprinted on the chest of the Mongolian soldier. It was seen that the leather armor on his chest could not weaken Zhang Wuji's palm force at all. The Mongolian soldier who was far away immediately knocked that Mongolian soldier into the air.

Even on the noisy battlefield, the crisp bone cracking sound can be heard clearly.

Zhang Wuji ignored his injuries, but walked up to the boy whose head had been split, and seeing that terrifying appearance, the sadness in his heart was greater than the anger.

At this moment, he suddenly understood Song Qingshu. Sometimes, killing and violence is not the best way to solve a problem, but it is the fastest way.

If he hadn't been merciful just now, but had killed the Mongolian soldier as soon as he met, then this young man might not have died, and he might have grown into an indomitable man. Lost his life.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji gently wiped away the unformed tears in the corners of his eyes, and walked straight towards the nearest Mongolian soldier.

Zhang Wuji lived on an isolated overseas island since he was a child, and his heart was originally pure and kind. After returning to the Central Plains, he was well cared for by his parents. He didn't have too many evil thoughts in his heart, so he developed a benevolent and loyal character. I like to put myself in another person's shoes.

But later, following Song Qingshu through the rivers and lakes, he saw too many people and things that tested human nature, which made him very confused. He felt that what he saw and heard was completely different from the education and thoughts he had received in the past ten years. , Sometimes he is very confused, not knowing how to treat such things correctly, and Song Qingshu seldom talks about these things to him, so he has always acted according to his own ideas.

The death of this young man today made him think through some things thoroughly, but he also missed some things.

For example, now, he wholeheartedly believes that the boy's death is related to him, and he should be responsible, and in order to prevent more similar things from happening, what he needs to do is to kill the source that directly caused the boy's death , then similar things will not happen again.

And the so-called source is the Mongols.

Therefore, as long as these Mongols are killed, more people will survive.

In a sense, it's not wrong to think so.

These thoughts flashed through Zhang Wuji's mind. When he returned to reality, at this moment, he didn't hold a knife or ride a horse. With his two long legs and a pair of fleshy palms, he was invincible on the entire battlefield. The Mongolian soldiers can pass a trick under his hands.

This is also thanks to the internal force of the Nine Yang Scriptures in his body, which provided him with sufficient physical strength and endurance.

I saw him waving his palms, one by one Mongolian soldiers were knocked out, and at the same time knocked down one or several Mongolian soldiers.

In the eyes of everyone, they could see that anyone who approached Zhang Wuji would vomit blood and fly out.

Wherever Zhang Wuji went, people were turned on their backs.

This made some Mingjiao disciples express their admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

"Young hero is great!"

"Young Master Zhang is amazing!"

"Kill these Tartars!"

For a while, wherever he passed, he was full of praise.

But Zhang Wuji acted as if he didn't hear the applause from others. He walked faster and killed more people, but the expression on his face became more...gentle!
It's like he is not killing people now, but saving people.

If you only look at the expression on his face, almost everyone will think that he is a person full of compassion.

He doesn't know it himself, but in the eyes of outsiders, this is a kind of encouragement, a kind of encouragement.

So all of a sudden, the morale of the surrounding Mingjiao disciples boiled, and they followed Zhang Wuji all the way to the east.

On the other side, the Mongolian general who led the troops this time was China of Wanhufu under the command of King Ruyang.

But now, China was riding on his BMW, looking at the enemy and us who were fighting not far away, endless doubts filled his heart.

What was that streamer just now?
Is it a miracle of the gods?
Who are these Han Chinese now?

How come there are so many more?
What to do next?
For the first few questions, China felt that as long as he caught this group of Han people, someone would be able to answer him. As for the last question, he had to make up his own mind.

So China straightened his waist and was about to give an order, but a man in black and masked suddenly approached and said to hand China a piece of white silk, and saw that it read: "Lord China, the cavalry troops seem to be I don’t listen to the order, the whole army has been wiped out, and the other party’s tens of thousands of soldiers seem to want to wipe us all out, I don’t know if Master China has a good plan?”

Chi Na glanced at the masked man in black. This man was not only dumb, but also a Han. Chi Na looked down on Han people the most, but this man became the confidant of the prince by some means. The prince named him to follow him. Those who come to the Western Regions cannot be offended.

"Oh, this general has his own countermeasures. Don't look at the opponent's tens of thousands of people, but the elderly, weak, sick and disabled account for [-]%, stragglers account for [-]%, and there are only about [-]% of the people, and they can be seen a little bit. Let's look at this general. Kill them all!"

Chi Na snorted coldly, and the masked man in black took a look at him, then stepped aside.

China yelled immediately: "Give me an order, all the soldiers retreat ten feet, and order the eagle shooters to stand by!"

With an order, the trumpet sounded again.

Everyone was fighting with the Mongolian soldiers, but at this moment they suddenly saw that almost all the Mongolian soldiers were retreating, leaving corpses all over the ground, a mess.

When everyone saw the Mongolian soldiers retreating, some people cheered loudly, only saying that they and others had repelled the Mongolian soldiers, and the people around immediately cheered.

But Zhu Yuanzhang understood that the Mongols would not retreat so easily, and they must have another big move next.

So he ordered immediately.

"Everyone, catch up! Fight with the Tartars, or something will happen!"

His countermeasure was correct, but apart from the disciples of the Ming Cult who chased after them, the other newly recruited people in Jianghu couldn't help being stunned when they saw the seniors who continued to run forward and fight, wondering why they still chased and killed those Mongolian soldiers.

A little blindly, they followed the older generation of Mingjiao disciples to kill, but there were nearly 1000 people who stayed where they were and did not want to continue chasing and killing.

In this group of people, apart from the quite old people, there are more adult men who have already snatched a head. In order to protect the head, they are unwilling to continue to work hard.

But at this moment, a strange buzzing sound was suddenly thought of in the distance, and the sound was like hundreds of thousands of flies making a sound in unison.

But when everyone was still wondering what the sound was, they found many small black dots suddenly appearing in the distant sky.

At first it was just a shadow, but then it got closer and clearer.

When they saw the black shadow, the faces of the experienced Ming Cult veterans in the crowd changed drastically.

"It's the rain of arrows! Quickly pull the dead body back!"

(End of this chapter)