Start with ten times the talent of Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 129
Seeing Meng Xiuyuan's back disappearing into the distance, everyone felt very complicated.

"This young man Meng is really amazing...

I don't know how lucky this Wudang sect is, to have such an extraordinary and refined second-generation disciple as the founder of the mountain. "

He Taichong was filled with emotions, and murmured unconsciously.

Just now, he teamed up with Ban Shuxian, Kunlun, and Huashan to try their best, but he couldn't do anything to this young man in his 20s.Afterwards, he didn't seem to take it seriously, but in fact, his heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

Ten years later, he was defeated by Meng Xiuyuan twice in a row, and each time was worse than the last, causing Kunlun's reputation to be swept to the ground along with him.

All of this caused infinite self-blame and unwillingness to arise in He Taichong's heart, and even resentment and jealousy.

But at this moment, seeing Meng Xiuyuan's heroic feat of trying to stop thousands of troops with his own strength, he no longer had these thoughts, and only felt pure admiration.

"Master, what should we do? Are we really going to leave this Young Master Meng alone?" Yang Xiao asked Zhang Wuji with a confused expression on his face.

Although he has many grievances and entanglements with Meng Xiuyuan, even at this time he still has the hidden wound left by Meng Xiuyuan.But even if it's just for the dignity of Mingjiao, Meng Xiuyuan, an irrelevant outsider, can't just stay and die for them.

"It's okay, little uncle will be fine.

If he wants to leave, no one in the world can stop him. "

Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, showed full confidence in Meng Xiuyuan. He only glanced slightly in the direction where Meng Xiuyuan left, and then turned around and said loudly to everyone present:

"Everyone, let's not waste time, let's hurry back to Guangming Peak as soon as possible, and organize the disciples of various factions to enter the secret path.

In this critical time of life and death, I hope that everyone can temporarily put aside the past grievances and fight against the Yuan court as my little uncle expects.

The Tartars are tyrannical, and all Han people have the responsibility to resist the enemy.

From my point of view, after we descend from the secret path, we can use our advantages as Jianghu people to act secretly and sneak in for assassination.

Leading the Yuan army away will also relieve the danger of the little uncle being besieged by the Yuan army. "

When everyone heard Zhang Wuji's words, they nodded in agreement.

Although they doubted in their hearts whether Meng Xiuyuan could survive for such a long time among thousands of troops, they really had no better way at this time and could only act accordingly.

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In fact, Meng Xiuyuan himself was not so nervous compared to the worries of all the factions about Meng Xiuyuan.

He flew down the mountain road with his sword in his hand, and the rumble of the Yuan army's horseshoes gradually came to his ears, but his heart was only peaceful.The pace under his feet became faster and faster, and in the end his figure was like a phantom lightning.

Meng Xiuyuan stopped suddenly when he reached a narrow mouth on the mountain road.

This is the only way to go up the mountain. It is no more than three feet wide, with cliffs on one side and cliffs on the other. It is a good place for blocking.

Meng Xiuyuan stood still here, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, adjusting his state for the next battle.

But after a few tens of breaths, the Yuan soldiers from the bottom of the mountain gradually rushed up like a tide.And as a greeting to Meng Xiuyuan, a burst of arrows were shot at him.

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow pierced through the air.Continuous flying arrows were thrown from the array of archers of the Yuan army thirty or forty feet away.

Although it is not as densely packed as in the movie, covering the sun with clouds, but after a few breaths of time, it is dense enough to tie people into hedgehogs.

It's just that for Meng Xiuyuan now, no matter how many bows and arrows are shot so brightly, they can't pose a big threat.The blue light of the Yitian sword flashed in his hand, and without much effort, the ground was covered with broken branches and broken arrows, but Meng Xiuyuan was already standing there indifferently.

"Shoot again!"

The Yuan army refused to give up. An officer in the army issued an order in Mongolian, and immediately another rain of arrows came.

But the result was still the same, Meng Xiuyuan didn't spend much effort to block these arrows, and he was safe and sound.

At this time, the Yuan army did not arrange a third round of archery, because their vanguard cavalry had already raised their horses and whipped their horses, and rushed straight in front of Meng Xiuyuan.

Although all the cavalrymen of the Yuan army had seen Meng Xiuyuan's ability to defend against arrows, they still marched forward bravely, and none of them flinched in fear.

This group of Mongolians was extremely skilled in riding. A total of twenty or thirty horsemen rushed forward side by side, blocking up the mountain road which was not considered spacious at all, leaving no room for Meng Xiuyuan to move and dodge.

And the slope of this mountain road is not very steep. After a certain distance has been accelerated, the horse's running speed is already considered extremely fast.Coupled with the weight of the upper company and the horse, which was close to a thousand catties, the power brought by the cavalry's charge was about to smash Meng Xiuyuan to pieces.

Seeing this situation, Meng Xiuyuan just took a deep breath, and then stood still on the spot.

It wasn't until the leading cavalry ran to a distance of four or five zhang in front of him that he suddenly jumped into the air, and the Yitian sword in his hand suddenly slashed, and the invisible sword energy shot out in a flash, like a sudden gust of wind and rain, coming quickly, It also stops quickly.

This move is the ninth form of "Zixiao Sword Qi", named "Xiaoxiao Yuxie".Ever since Meng Xiuyuan learned the "Purple Cloud Sword Qi" ten years ago, he has never used this move.

The name of the move comes from General Yue Fei's well-known song "Manjianghong", and just like its name, this move is the only one in the whole set of swordsmanship that is specially designed for killing enemies on the battlefield.

The whole move only strives to adapt to the dangerous environment of the battlefield. When the move is launched, a large amount of sword energy can burst out in a short period of time, which can be used to mass-kill ordinary officers and soldiers who do not know kung fu.

Utilized by Meng Xiuyuan's skill at this time, the sword qi, which was not focused on quality, became full of power.

In a short while, dozens of cavalrymen were seen wailing and falling off their horses one after another. Clouds of blood sprayed from their bodies, staining the soil on the mountain road red.

And Meng Xiuyuan stepped on the back of the still galloping horse, and turned over to avoid the impact of the horses.

When he landed again, those war horses that lost their owners either neighed and fell into the cliff during the collision, or they still ran all the way towards the top of the light behind Meng Xiuyuan.

"Those who cross this line will die."

The sound propelled by true energy was like a muffled thunder, rumbled across the mountain road, shaking every soldier on the mountain road only to feel his heart tighten.

While speaking, Meng Xiuyuan waved a few more sword qi, cutting a deep groove on the mountain road.

Of course, Meng Xiuyuan did this not just to pretend to be a master, but because he knew that with his own strength, he would not be able to kill all the thousands of soldiers up and down the mountain.

The most critical thing at this time is to help the factions on the Bright Peak evacuate to delay the time.

Therefore, Meng Xiuyuan did not choose to take the initiative to attack, but just guarded at the critical mountain pass, where soldiers came to block him, and water came to cover him with earth.

Looking at the Yuan soldiers on the opposite side, even though they were all well-trained and disciplined, they couldn't help but be overwhelmed by Meng Xiuyuan's god-like, ghost-like stunt just now.

All of a sudden, no Yuan army dared to step forward to attack, but anxiously shot a few more rounds of arrows, falling everywhere with broken branches and broken arrows. The scene was very terrifying, but Meng Xiuyuan could not be hurt at all.

At this time, Meng Xiuyuan originally thought that his final work would be completed so easily, but he didn't want a sudden change in the blink of an eye.

There was only a "bang" explosion, and a group of green fireworks shot out from the bottom of the mountain, rising straight to the air and bursting.

The Yuan soldiers present saw the green fireworks, their expressions suddenly changed, and they were extremely frightened.

"attack!"

Immediately, a majestic and urgent order came from among the Yuan soldiers, and then the Yuan soldiers present no longer hesitated, and rushed towards Meng Xiuyuan with roars.

For a moment, the Yuan army gained momentum, and completely lost the retreating appearance just now.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan was a little surprised, but he was not afraid or nervous.Holding the Yitian sword tightly in his hand, he dodged into the array of Yuan soldiers.

There is one thing to say, the soldiers of the Yuan army in front of them are indeed all elites, much stronger than the Yuan soldiers who slaughtered the villagers that Meng Xiuyuan fought at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain back then.

At this time, these Yuan soldiers were well-trained and well-equipped, and they didn't need to be dispatched by anyone. They consciously attacked Meng Xiuyuan in a half-arc shape, and the attack was full of threats.

In Meng Xiuyuan's field of vision, he could see at least seven or eight long spears stabbing at him in different heights and falsehoods at every moment, and there were also short Yuan soldiers who bent down and got under the spear shafts at the same time, bent over Sneaking over with bow legs, he swiped at Meng Xiuyuan with a sharp knife at the same time, trying to sneak up on him before he had time to deal with it.

Faced with such a complicated and dangerous situation, if it were Meng Xiuyuan ten years ago, he would have chosen to retreat immediately with light kung fu, distance himself from the enemy, and then repeat the previous method of dealing with cavalry, using "Zi Xiao" Sword Qi" hurts people from a distance.

This method is naturally safe, but no matter how much zhenqi is in the body, there is always a limit.In front of this seemingly endless primordial soldiers, he could not hold on for too long after squandering his true energy.

Fortunately, today is different from the past, Meng Xiuyuan now has a better way to deal with the enemy.

I saw that Meng Xiuyuan's body was like a ghost, and his sword was like lightning. He slaughtered the Yuan troops in front of him very efficiently just by swinging his sword time and time again.

Every time the sword is cut, there must be weapons shattered, broken limbs flying, and the sound of pain and wailing is endless.

In the time of a cup of tea, more than a hundred corpses have been lying down on the mountain road in front of me, and the sand and soil under their feet are soaked in blood.

The Yuan army in the back row had to move the corpse of the same robe in front of him, and even pushed it directly off the cliff, so that he could continue to move forward and attack Meng Xiuyuan.

And during this process, Meng Xiuyuan didn't even get a speck of blood or dust on his body, not to mention wounds.Although the zhenqi in the body is a little bit, it is not too serious, and it is completely within the controllable range.

Such a victory was actually within Meng Xiuyuan's expectations.Apart from having the Yitian Sword in his hand at this moment, he also believes in the results of his ten years of practice.

Although the total amount of Meng Xiuyuan's zhenqi hadn't increased much compared to ten years ago, thanks to the inspiration of the "Nine Suns Divine Art", he had opened up dozens of profound entrances all over his body, so his zhenqi recovered very quickly, which largely made up for his innocence. Consumed in the fierce battle.

And at the same time, due to his unremitting practice of "Fitness Technique" in the past ten years, his physical strength has been greatly improved.Coupled with the effect of "precisely controlling the body" in "The Great Teleportation of the Universe", he can exert great power with only the muscles of the body and without using too much qi in every move.

In this way, the consumption of true energy will naturally be reduced.

The superposition of these two factors enabled Meng Xiuyuan to roam freely in the army formation, beheading more than a hundred elite soldiers of the Yuan army with his own strength, and still maintain a relatively good condition.

"As I said, those who cross the line will die."

As Meng Xiuyuan said, he pointed at the ditch on the ground with the tip of the Yitian sword, and sure enough, the only ones who passed that line at this time were the corpses of Yuan soldiers from that place.

Seeing such a tragic scene, all the Yuan soldiers couldn't help being terrified.

The Yuan soldiers standing in the front row now were all standing in the back row just now.

They saw groups of comrades in front of them bravely rushing up, but in a flash, they were all easily beheaded by the terrifying Han youth in front of them.

Obviously, they are all strong and mighty Mongolian heroes, but at this moment, each of them can't even block a sword, leaving only a wail and a pool of blood, and their lives pass away meaninglessly.

No one wants to end up in the same way.

Even the ten and centurion commanders who were in charge of the command could hardly open their mouths to give orders at this time, and let the soldiers under them go up and die in vain.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.I just felt that I had killed enough people, and finally deterred these Yuan troops.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the mutation regenerated.

Suddenly there was a "bang" from the foot of the mountain, and another firework was fired and exploded in mid-air.

It's just that it's different from the fireworks last time, this one emits a blood-like scarlet light.

Seeing the red fireworks, all Yuan soldiers could not help but tremble.

In an instant, their expressions were no longer as fearful as they were just now, and only hatred and madness remained in their eyes looking at Meng Xiuyuan.It seemed that they were 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, the Mongolian soldiers of the Yuan army no longer defended, but they all attacked Meng Xiuyuan with all their might, as if they were desperately wanting to bite Meng Xiuyuan.

What's more, the archers of the Yuan army in the back row had already begun to throw arrows at the same time 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 rain of arrows.

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan was also a little surprised, and couldn't help but wonder who the commander of these Yuan soldiers was, and what methods he used to make the soldiers forget their lives so much.

It's just that at this critical moment, he didn't think deeply, and quickly gathered his energy and devoted himself to his every move.

In another short time, Meng Xiuyuan's side was already full of corpses, blood flowing like a river.Half of them died by his sword, and half by the bow and arrow shot from behind.

It's just that the intensity of the battle has been greatly increased compared to just now, and Meng Xiuyuan had to use more energy to barely stop these crazy Yuan soldiers from rushing past him.

Slashing the sword time and time again, the broken limbs and remnants flew all over the place. At a certain moment, Meng Xiuyuan even vaguely wondered whether the peerless sword Yitian in his hand, which was blown up to the sky, would be cut down even if he fought for a longer time. Curled.

However, before such a thing could be verified, the scene suddenly changed again.

A voice came, making all those crazy Yuan soldiers stop:

"All stop!"

Meng Xiuyuan followed the sound and saw someone riding a tall horse and wearing luxurious clothes surrounded by the Yuan army in the distance.

(End of this chapter)