Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Lu Nianchou rushed forward against the rain of blood.

A long sword swung horizontally and vertically, slashing, stabbing, picking, smearing, and under the burst of billowing true energy, no one could defeat the enemy.

Wherever they passed, the Mongolian soldiers threw them down one after another, and with every breath, dozens of people died at their hands.

He alone set off a bloody storm, heading towards the west gate of Xiangyang like the sharpest arrow.

Those Mongolian soldiers were originally like a tide, trying to submerge the reef-like Xiangyang City, but at this time, it seemed like an extremely terrifying heavenly sword was slashing through the tide, forcibly sweeping out a passage.

Lu Nianchou's long hair was disheveled, and his body exuded a heart-stopping evil aura. His eyes flashed coldly, and the yin and yang energy in his body circulated crazily, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

He used the flaming sword with his left palm and the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword with his right hand, and used his increasingly perfect killing moves.

"Kill with yin and yang swords, but leave no shadow under the scorching sun!"

He casually grabbed a Mongolian scimitar and used his own perfect killing move. In an instant, the long sword criss-crossed and turned into a sea of ​​fire. The sword light was raging and invisible.

"what!"

"Ah! Ah!"

"Sorry!"

Accompanied by countless screams, endless blood swayed like a fountain, as if dyed the sky red.

Lu Nianchou's killing move could destroy even an innate master, let alone these ordinary Mongolian soldiers.

The swords struck together, leaving limbs broken and heads thrown away wherever they passed. No matter whether it was a man or a horse, it was difficult to withstand its peerless sharpness.

For a moment, he was forced to cut a bloody path, and a path was paved with broken limbs and flesh, heading straight to the west gate of Xiangyang City.

Lu Nianchou's steel and iron bones were invulnerable, his yin and yang energy flowed, and his physical strength was almost endless. Coupled with his sword skills that could cut through anything, he was simply the most perfect killing machine.

Even the murderous Mongolian soldiers were frightened by Lu Nianchou's terrifying killing methods. Many of them couldn't help but scream crazily and began to retreat. Someone behind them drew their bows and shot arrows, falling towards the enemy.

However, when the arrow landed on Lu Nianchou, sparks burst out like gold and iron clashing. This scene made everyone feel numb.

At this moment, Tachaer, the commander-in-chief of the Mongolian army, looked down from a high position and saw a young Han man holding a long sword and walking among the army, killing ten people in one step. He was unstoppable.

Feather arrows shot at him like raindrops, but they couldn't even hurt a hair on his head. He turned around and asked: "Who is this person who can have such terrible martial arts? He is so brave that no one can match him."

Seeing the bloody storm set off by Lu Nianchou dyeing the snow on the ground red, heading straight towards Xiangyang City.

Although his face looked ugly and he wished he could kill this person quickly, he still couldn't help but praise loudly in the face of such peerless courage.

Everyone looked at each other, that man looked so young, and no information from all sources mentioned that there was such a peerless master in Xiangyang City.

"Sure enough, a hero is born from a young age. He has such bravery at a young age. He is invincible on the battlefield and can defeat ten thousand. He is truly a peerless hero."

"He was unknown before. After today's battle, if he survives, he may become famous all over the world."

"However, the more this happens, the less we can let this person live."

A cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he ordered three captains of ten thousand who were highly skilled in martial arts, and ordered: "I don't care what methods you use, you will never let this person leave the battlefield alive."

Following his order, the three captains of ten thousand men shouted in unison and charged forward with their own soldiers, swords in hand.

At this time, Lu Nianchou cut through ten thousand troops with one sword and killed the enemies in front of him, throwing off their helmets and armor. Seeing that he was not far from the gate of Xiangyang City, he suddenly heard the sound of galloping war horses.

Three captains of ten thousand armed with spears came to attack with their cavalry. These people were all real elites. Each one of them was extremely brave and decisive in killing.

Seeing hundreds of cavalry surrounding him, Lu Nianchou showed a sneer on his face. He advanced instead of retreating and picked up a spear that had fallen to the ground.

With a pop, the spear in his hand was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. It shot out of the air in an instant and penetrated directly into the chest of a captain of ten thousand men.

The man didn't even have time to let out a scream before the huge force carried by the spear penetrated his body and hit the ground hard.

The Mongolian cavalry behind him could not have expected such a change, so they stepped on him, and in a blink of an eye, his flesh and blood were mutilated, and even the body was no longer human.

The other two captains of ten thousand were shocked when they saw this scene. They looked at each other and loudly ordered the cavalry behind them to surround and kill.

Lu Nianchou picked up a spear that had fallen on the ground and threw it instantly, piercing a cavalryman's leather armor, passing through his chest, and causing him to fall off his horse.

After killing two people in a row, he kept walking, his body speed reached the extreme, and he had already rushed into the cavalry formation.

The Mongolian cavalry were in panic, raised their swords and halberds, and stepped forward to intercept them.

Lu Nianchou can kill one person with a single sword strike. With his current martial arts skills, he can almost claim to be invincible in the world. Even the King of Jinlun can compete with him face to face.

Their bodies are indestructible and their swords are indestructible. How can these ordinary Mongolian cavalry resist them?

Although those people were riding horses, his movements were like a phantom. Every sword was aimed at the enemy's throat, and in an instant the sword shone like seven stars.

Killing seven people with one sword, and killing 49 cavalry in seven breaths of time.

This sudden attack was as fast as lightning, breaking through the stronghold like a torrent, and directly killed the people who were rushing towards them by surprise.

These Mongolian cavalry saw that Lu Nianchou's martial arts had reached such a shocking level. Only by being there personally could they understand how terrifying it was.

Even the two captains of ten thousand men lost their courage instantly and did not dare to step forward to fight with them. They just kept urging their cavalry to release arrows.

Lu Nianchou didn't bother to waste time with these people, and the west gate of Xiangyang City opened at this time for some unknown reason.

If the Mongolian army is allowed to attack the city, no matter how powerful his martial arts is, he will not be able to save his life.

As soon as his mind changed, he stood up, drew his sword and stabbed a cavalryman to death. He jumped on his mount, with a spear in his left hand and an ancient sword in his right hand. He shouted loudly, "Whoever stands in my way will die!"

At this time, riding on the war horse, it was even more powerful than before. The spear roared like a black dragon, bloomed dozens of cold stars, and killed dozens of Mongolian soldiers in an instant.

Tachaer saw that he was rampaging and invincible, charging back and forth among tens of thousands of troops. Even those captains of ten thousand who were highly skilled in martial arts were unable to do anything to him.

He couldn't help but frown and ordered: "Whoever can kill this man will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and promoted to the third level!"

Under the heavy reward, those Mongolian soldiers were all red-eyed.

"I'll wait until we come together. I don't believe he has three heads and six arms, so we'll kill him together."

Only then did Lu Nianchou regret that he had not mastered the skill of bow and arrow. Otherwise, he could have drawn the bow and arrow at this time and directly killed the commander of the Mongolian army with one arrow, which would naturally resolve the crisis in this world.

Although he could also force his way through and kill this person at this time, during the delay, the Mongolian army might have already entered Xiangyang City, and by then it would be too late.

Lu Nianchou was so anxious that he did not attack the enemy's swords, guns, and arrows at all. The Yin and Yang Qi and the Golden Cauldron Kung Fu protected him, making it impossible for the enemy's swords to penetrate his body.

His inner strength shook, and with the help of his strength, the enemies around him spurted blood and fell off their horses.

At this time, a captain of ten thousand men saw that his soldiers were being killed one after another. He became angry immediately, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and roared to kill them.

Lu Nianchou used the flaming knife, and the sharp sword energy shot out of the air and hit his helmet hard. His head was shattered, and even his brain was burned by the flames.

This miserable scene makes all enemies tremble with fear.At the same time, earth-shattering shouts of killing suddenly erupted from the west gate of Xiangyang City, which was originally in danger.

The leader was none other than Guo Sheng. He held a long sword and slashed violently. Hu, the masters of Xiangyang City's struggle, surrounded him and led 3000 people into the battle.

Due to the narrow city gate, the rebellious Northern Army was blocked there and unable to get out, and the Mongolian army could not enter, which temporarily eased the situation.

When Lu Nianchou saw this, his face finally showed joy, "They are okay. They came out to respond at this time. They must have seen me."

At this time, he shouted angrily, urged the war horse under his crotch, waved the spear in his hand, killed 13 people in a row among the lightning and flint, and then rushed towards the city gate not far away.

Upon seeing this, Tachaer placed all his hopes on the city gate and directly ordered the entire army to attack, using bows and arrows, firearms, fortification stones, and ladders to attack the city. The scene suddenly became extremely tragic.

In addition to tens of thousands of elite soldiers, there were hundreds of thousands of civilians in Xiangyang City. All the soldiers of the Song Dynasty knew that once Xiangyang City was broken, no one would survive.

Because not long ago, the Mongols just slaughtered a city, and all the people's bones were left.

Under this situation, not only the soldiers of the Song Dynasty were jealous, but also the common people in the city began to take action to fight against the powerful enemy.

For a moment, the sound of killing inside and outside the city shook the earth. Countless corpses were piled up around the city wall, and the ground was dyed red with blood.

Tachaer's face became increasingly ugly. He originally thought that a surprise attack that he was determined to win would actually reach such a tragic level.

The west gate of Xiangyang City has been opened. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but they have not been able to grasp it.

"Move out the personal guards around me and push them all to the west gate. Within an hour, I will ride into Xiangyang City."

He let out a wild roar, and the herald immediately galloped back and forth on his fast horse, moving his troops forward.

At the same time, earth-shattering shouts of killing suddenly erupted from the west gate of Xiangyang City, which was originally in danger.

The leader was none other than Guo Sheng. He held a long sword and slashed violently. Hu, the masters of Xiangyang City's struggle, surrounded him and led 3000 people into the battle.

Due to the narrow city gate, the rebellious Northern Army was blocked there and unable to get out, and the Mongolian army could not enter, which temporarily eased the situation.

When Lu Nianchou saw this, his face finally showed joy, "They are okay. They came out to respond at this time. They must have seen me."

He roared angrily, urged the war horse under his crotch, moved the spear in his hand, killed 13 people in a row between the lightning and flint, and then rushed towards the city gate not far away.

It didn't take long for Lu Nianchou to approach the city gate, but it was extremely difficult to meet up with Guo Sheng and the others.

There are not only thousands of elite Mongolian soldiers in the middle, but also the eight thousand rebel Northern troops. The city gate has become a mess inside and outside, and everyone is fighting desperately.

Although Guo Sheng and the others are highly skilled in martial arts, they have not yet reached the point where they can influence the situation of the battle like Lu Nianchou. They do not have the ability to dominate among thousands of troops.

The combined number of the Northern Army and the Mongols was tens of thousands, which was a large number. They caught the enemy by surprise at first, but as time passed, they began to gradually fall into a disadvantage.

When Lu Nianchou saw this situation, he rushed up from his horse. The long sword in his palm suddenly roared across the sky, tearing out violent air currents and slashing down from top to bottom.

boom!
The green sword blade drew a slender black line in the air, flashed past a dozen Mongolian soldiers in an instant.

tear it up!

The spilled blood rose three feet high and dyed a large area of ​​land red.

The enemies in front of Lu Nianchou didn't even have time to scream, before they were cut in half by his single sword.

His eyes were full of murderous intent. He glanced at the rebelling Northern troops and roared loudly, "If you start a rebellion now, the court cannot tolerate you, but can the Mongols tolerate you?"

"When the time comes, the people who lead your rebellion will become the lackeys of the Mongols, and you will become pawns that can be easily discarded."

"It's not too late to wake up now."

"Today we are only going to kill the evil leader, and those who follow will be innocent."

"If you still think you are Han, kill the Mongols right now."

As he spoke, Lu Nianchou shook the sword in his hand, his long black hair fluttering wildly, and laughed wildly: "My grandsons from Mongolia, who else dares to step forward and die!"

The momentum of the Mongolian soldiers was slightly frustrated, and they were frightened by Lu Nianchou's thunderous methods, and then their anger rose again.

The captain who commanded the army to attack the city raised his arms and shouted, "Everyone will fight with me into the city. The first one to enter the city will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and promoted to three levels."

"Enter the city, and the soldiers will not sheath their swords for three days!"

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill!"

There was a deafening shout of killing.

Amidst the thunderous roar, arrows rained across the sky!

shhhhh!

Amidst countless piercing sounds, an overwhelming rain of arrows fell.

"I don't know how to live or die, who can stop me?"

Lu Nianchou shook his sword, roared, took the lead, and charged straight into the rain of arrows.

"We are all Han, kill the Mongols first!" Seeing this, Guo Sheng immediately shouted loudly, responding to Lu Nianchou.

All 3000 of his men shouted to kill at the same time.

"Kill! Go!"

"Kill all these Mongolian Tatars!"

"Kill!"

Led by Guo Sheng, a group of soldiers were full of fighting spirit and followed him with wild shouts. With a mere three thousand troops, they charged straight at the Mongolian soldiers that were coming like a tide.

"Hahaha, kill!"

Lu Nianchou also burst out with fighting spirit. He held a long sword vertically and horizontally in his palm, and the sword energy roared out. The dozens of Mongolian soldiers who rushed forward were swept into pieces of limbs flying in the sky with one sword.

"Why should the Mongolian Tatars be afraid?"

He rushed into the Mongolian soldiers against the blood rain in the sky, with the long sword in his hand sweeping across the sky, making the enemies fall to the ground like cutting grass.

"Master Zuo Shishi's martial arts is simply unrivaled in the world!"

Guo Sheng and other members of the Ming Cult watched as Lu Nianchou set off a bloody storm and charged into the city like a devastation. Everyone's morale was greatly boosted.

The rebel soldiers began to panic. (End of chapter)