Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 119
The steps in front of him were no longer suitable for galloping horses. Fan Zhuoyuan jumped off the bloody horse, stroked its head, and finally fed it a handful of black beans.

The sweaty horse seemed to have a premonition, and didn't eat his favorite black beans, but Yuyu yelled twice, and arched his head against Fan Zhuoyuan, hoping that he could get on the horse and escape from the dangerous place together.

Fan Zhuoyuan touched its face, then slapped and pushed it violently to let it leave on its own.

The sweaty horse turned his head, but ran back again. With a bang, he lowered his head and placed his head on Fan Zhuoyuan's chest, with a look of reluctance.

Fan Zhuoyuan kissed its face, "Brother, I can only walk the road ahead by myself! Your loyalty can only be let down..."

Pushing away the bloody sweat horse once again, seeing it turning back and whining this way three times a step at a time, Fan Zhuoyuan's frosty face showed a little warmth, but in the end he chose to turn his head to face the Daming Palace above, his eyes gradually resolute.

Holding the Dragon Slaying Knife in his hand, he walked step by step along the long stairs towards the Daming Hall.

A hundred soldiers line up in front of you, and shoot quickly with your bow!

Fan Zhuoyuan rushed forward, swung his saber horizontally, and all the arrows coming towards him were blocked by the dragon-slaying saber, none of them could reach him.

Then he turned his back and attacked alone, crashing into the heavy armor spear array!

Seven or eight long spears stabbed him in the face, Fan Zhuoyuan still slashed obliquely with his saber in a simple and simple way.

The spear array was densely packed with spears, and several spears aimed at the opening of the knife swing, stabbing Fan Zhuoyuan's chest!
If it was an ordinary warrior, he would have already been pierced through the chest and flew into the air!
But Fan Zhuoyuan's body was made of fine iron and steel, and he was wearing fine chain mail inside. The tip of the spear was sharp, but it was difficult to penetrate half a point.

On the contrary, Fan Zhuoyuan shouted loudly and stepped forward!

The gun shaft made of hard wood snapped off immediately, and the soldier with the gun flew out backwards!The army was horrified!
Fan Zhuoyuan took another two steps forward, held the saber in both hands, and slashed half a circle horizontally. Even though the guards were well-armored, they were still no match for the power of a hundred catty dragon-slaying saber.

With nothing in his body, Fan Zhuoyuan climbed up the steps, killing with each step, wielding the light of the knife, flying the stumped limbs, flesh and blood, as if entering a land of no one, startled and howling!
However, the laws of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty were harsh and cruel. Even if the soldiers were defeated, no one dared to retreat. Since Fan Zhuoyuan broke into the battle, they could only draw out their short soldiers to fight.

The sabers and swords came back, left, and right, Fan Zhuoyuan still only attacked but not defended, he had been stabbed dozens of times in an instant, and sparks flew everywhere, but it was difficult to stop him from advancing.

"He has inner armor!" A Mongolian officer who noticed the clue couldn't help shouting.

Under the hazy moonlight, someone with better eyesight finally saw clearly the inside of Fan Zhuoyuan's torn clothes. There really was a layer of finely woven chain mail, no wonder it was invulnerable.

The officer commanded from the rear: "Hurry up, get someone to bring a pumpkin hammer!"

Fan Zhuoyuan locked his eyes on this person, swung his saber light, a black horse streaked across, and the officer's head soared into the sky.

The surrounding soldiers who had been killed with dozens of mutilated limbs finally collapsed and fled howling.

Ascending to the top of the steps, thirty steps ahead is the main entrance of the Daming Hall. The lights inside are brilliant. Fan Zhuoyuan stood at the same spot and watched from a distance, but saw Kublai Khan sitting on the Luanjia, with several tables in front of him, and a table with delicious food and wine. He made a toast to Fan Zhuoyuan, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Fan Zhuoyuan remained silent, in front of him stood dozens of masters, both those he had seen and those he had never seen before appeared here.

Battelle, who had wrestled with Fan Zhuoyuan before, was now wearing three layers of heavy armor and standing at the front with a Xuanhua ax on his shoulder.

"General Fan, two years ago, I tried it by the Taiye Pond. I respect you as a well-deserved hero! Why are you plotting rebellion today!"

Fan Zhuoyuan held the dragon-slaying knife, and the blood on the knife dripped all the way along the steps. The red color fell on the golden floor in front of the Daming Hall, which looked extremely shocking.

"I am a Han, a Han of the Southern Dynasties! Drive out the Tartars and restore China to me. This is the reason!"

The hearts of all the people present were shocked. The pride of the Southern Dynasty, which had been barely defeated at the cost of decades and a sweat, seemed to appear in front of everyone again. It was an unforgettable shadow of the Mongol and Yuan generations.

Bateer said: "The Southern Dynasty is gone, you are a traitor! Kill!"

Shaluoba hung five rounds on his body, and looked at Fan Zhuoyuan with some regret.

"General Fan is reckless. How could he think of coming to assassinate him like this, but he broke in directly from the main entrance. It seems that the poor monk overestimated General Fan's wisdom in the past."

Anilao sneered and said: "What wisdom does this person have, he is just a reckless man!"

Baishang Taoist looked at the dragon-slaying knife in Fan Zhuoyuan's hand, his eyes lit up, and he was slightly disappointed.

"It turns out that you were deceived by your Excellency at the beginning. Hey, General Fan, could it be that you have already penetrated the secrets of this sword, so you have the courage to break into the palace alone?"

A monk with a body as solid as iron stepped out, and Wu Jing, the martial elder of the Vajra Gate, stood respectfully behind him.

"The poor monk is the abbot of the King Kong Temple in the Western Regions, and his dharma name is Tiancheng. Two years ago, General Fan taught the elders in charge of martial arts in this temple and killed his arrogance. The poor monk is very grateful.

Knowing that General Fan also ruled the world with his practice, he became a confidant. It just so happened that the poor monk was also a great master of practice, so he wanted to meet the general and see whose practice was more subtle. "

The shaman of the Assassin sect disappeared into the crowd, his voice was everywhere.

"Back then, when comparing bow and arrow skills, although Sa Man was lucky enough to win by the rules, he actually knew that General Fan was even better.

But this is just a play, and with real effort, General Fan has to be careful today. "

A group of people who knew each other or didn't know each other greeted Fan Zhuoyuan, and completed their positions and encirclement.

Battelle, who was at the forefront, held the Xuanhua ax with both hands. This ax was forged purely from refined iron and weighed more than eighty catties!

With a vanguard attitude, he raised the Xuanhua ax high and swept over!

A large area in front of him was shrouded in the shadow of his ax, with the same momentum, intending to block the space for Fan Zhuoyuan to advance, and then fell into the siege of all the masters around him.

Regarding this, Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes flashed with disdain, he held the dragon-slaying knife with one hand, faced the incoming axe, and slashed straight away with the knife!

When the knife and the ax intersected, Fan Zhuoyuan's [-]% strength was enough to crush Battelle. After this blow, the Xuanhua ax suddenly shook violently, and the force of the hundred catty knife completely penetrated into the axe. The shock caused Battelle's two palms to burst, and blood spattered.

At the moment of the fight, Battelle lost the weapon in his hand, but he was brave, shouted, and bent over fiercely, using the diving and hugging throw in Mongolian wrestling!

Since Battelle already knew that Fan Zhuoyuan's opponent could not be fought recklessly, the blow with the ax was originally a bait, which paved the way for the current throwing method.

Fan Zhuoyuan's waist and abdomen were already taken advantage of by the opponent before Fan Zhuoyuan had finished the slash.

The opponent's weight was not weaker than his own, not to mention that he was still wearing three layers of heavy armor, and his whole body was like a tank. When it hit Fan Zhuoyuan's waist, Fan Zhuoyuan was pushed back two steps.

At the same time, Daoist Baishang and Abbot Tiancheng punched Fan Zhuoyuan's back at the same time with a palm and a fist.

If you are in a hurry to break free from Battelle at this time, you will definitely be hit by the two people behind. One of the two casts a different kind of true energy, and the other is fierce and domineering. The two attributes are different, and it is extremely difficult to resist.

And if he defends against the attack of these two people first, he will be pushed all the way to the edge of the steps by Battelle and fall down, and the attacks he will encounter will be countless.

(End of this chapter)