The Infinite Heavens Run Away

Chapter 163 2.116 Military Situation Jinlun Passes Away
Chapter 2 I play a supporting role in Heroes
2.116 Military Situation, Jinlun passed away

He specially told the two girls to come back after half an hour, mainly because Deng Feng felt that this was a battle between men. Although Xiao Zhao had already entered the innate world and was considered a master throughout the world, Deng Feng, as a man, Men still don’t want their women to be hurt at all.

"There's something I've always been curious about. Even in this era, does Tantric Buddhism still have any ideas about missionary work in the Central Plains?" As if two friends were walking together, Deng Feng walked through Xiangyang City with Jinlun Dharma King and headed outside the city. Go.

"The Sword King's words are serious." Jinlun Dharma King paused for a moment, and then continued walking as if nothing had happened, "Speaking of which, the poor monk is also very curious, where did the Sword King's "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" come from?"

"You won't believe me when I say it's a family tradition, but it's true, and it's more than that." Deng Feng came up with an explanation he didn't know how many times, but no one believed it. "I still know this set of exercises from many people." The spread is quite broad.”

"Oh? It seems that the sword king has misunderstood my Buddha."

"No, there is no misunderstanding. It's just that the people I killed were the Blood Knife Ancestor, several masters from the Vajra Sect, and your two disciples. You are just masters and disciples. The other two families are doing this under the banner of Buddhism. They are engaged in bloody deeds." Deng Feng had never had a good impression of these bald heads, and he was not polite at all. "Comparatively speaking, the Blood Knife Sect and the Vajra Sect are evil monks with bright banners, and your prince's disciple is also a member of the Five Poisons. Everything, Buddhism? These people are all disciples of Buddhism, does the Dharma King have anything to say?"

"To use a common saying from the Central Plains, a big tree must have dead branches, and there are black sheep everywhere." Jin Lun Dharma King frowned, and then replied in a calm tone.

"I wonder what you are planning to do with those innocent people who were killed?"

"The cause of the past life is the result of this life. In this life and the next life, there is a cause and a result." This is a very Buddhist answer, and it is also a useless cliche.

"This is why I hate you bald donkeys. You know how to run away when trouble comes. You don't know how to do shit all day long. You also like to eat more and take more." Deng Feng shook his head speechlessly, knowing that there was no need to continue the conversation.

These bald donkeys have been urinating for more than a thousand years. You reason with them, they talk to you about Buddhism, and you point out the contradictions in Buddhism, and they repeat it again with contradictions.They will shout slogans, and when it is implemented, no one will be found.

"Amitabha, the King of Swordsmen is biased against my Buddha and has gone down a wrong path." Jinlun Dharma King continued to talk nonsense without blinking an eye.

"Let's hurry up." Deng Feng was really fed up. After talking for a long time, there was nothing of practical significance at all. It was all nonsense, so he simply started Qinggong at full speed and ran towards the outside of the city to find an ideal battlefield.

There is a vast and empty area in the north of Xiangyang City. It was originally a lush agricultural area, but now not even a single person can be seen.

For more than 20 years, various forces have been fighting here, and no one dared to stay. Especially when the Tatars besieged Xiangyang, this place became a bloody battlefield. I don’t know how many people even left their names. The cannon fodder is buried here.The originally lush mountain forests around them were all cut down and turned into either siege equipment or defensive weapons, and some of them drifted away into the sky along with the stoves of various garrisons.

Fortunately, nature is forgetful. Although the trees are gone, the weeds are very lush, but the core area of ​​the battlefield is soaked with too much blood. There are only a few weeds on the ground, and most of them are bare white ground .

However, after Deng Feng repaired it for five years, the place became quiet.As Zhu Yuanzhang's control over the army became more and more powerful, the number of firearms and equipment became more and more extensive, and the offensive intensity of the Tatar army became smaller and smaller.

Up to now, Zhu Yuanzhang has retained about 8 defenders in Xiangyang City, including about 5 fusiliers, and the rest are spearmen.As for the more than 3 elite members of the Beggar Gang, he has already integrated and dismissed them. The leader of the Beggar Gang, Yeluqi, has also returned to the headquarters of Dongting Lake Junshan. This time he came to see Guo Jing off specially, and the Beggar Gang has also fully recovered. The status of Jianghu sect.

In addition, Zhu Yuanzhang also built three camps in various places in Huguang, namely, Jingzhou Camp, Yuezhou Camp and Yongzhou Camp, plus a Wuchang Navy Camp, in which each of the Army Camp 5, and the navy has a total of 3. The entire army is firearms and uses as many firearms as possible.

In addition to these completed troops, Zhu Yuanzhang officially seized control of Akarin Province last year. The construction of the new Nanchang camp has been completed. The original three camps each sent [-] troops to help suppress the situation. At most one year later, another Fifty thousand elite soldiers joined his command.

The 3-strong navy was established with the full help of Dai Qisi Shenlong Fleet. The warships are all light Galen ships with 500-600 materials. Each one has more than 40 cannons. The number of such professional warships alone There are more than 20 ships, and there are countless other traditional warships.

The entire Yangtze River is the territory of the Shenlong Fleet and the Wuchang Navy. The Yangtze River Navy, which originally belonged to the Southern Song Dynasty, basically dare not show up now.There is also a very elite Dongting Lake Navy, which basically operates in Dongting Lake with a tacit understanding. Although it is not under Zhu Yuanzhang's control, it still maintains good cooperation.

The three army camps with a total of 15 elite troops were Zhu Yuanzhang's official power to control Huguang. Of course, there was also the martial arts support as the core of Yaowang Valley and the Wudang Sect, as well as the civilian support provided by powerful people from various places.His future plan can basically be seen by anyone with a discerning eye. At that time, each camp will send [-] troops, plus [-] troops from Xiangyang, and [-] elite semi-firearms troops. It is nonsense to say that they will regain the Central Plains. They will capture Jinling and sweep the Yangtze River. There are still no problems in the south.

Now Jinling is using almost every method to suppress Huguang, but the effect is haha.Needless to say, food and iron tools were originally insufficient, but with Deng Feng's help, Daye's iron mines and Pingxiang's coal mines combined were a terrifying iron rain.On the contrary, Jinling has basically lost control of the southwest Sichuan area due to the obstruction of the Huguang area. Fortunately, Meng Gong is a loyal man and still regards Jinling as Zhengshuo, but he is unable to provide actual support.

The only thing that Jinling surpasses Zhu Yuanzhang now is that it has a great reputation; and Zhu Yuanzhang's biggest shortcoming is that he does not have enough cavalry to cooperate.Now Xiangyang has about 3000 elite cavalry and the same number of mounted infantry, and the source of horses is basically cut off.

After the Prince of Ruyang withdrew from Chang'an, Kublai Khan immediately settled in. When he left the Xiangyang camp, he only took away his own nearly 20 core cavalry and an equal number of servants. The remaining more than [-] horses remained in place. Mongo controls.At first, Meng Ge wanted to organize an attack due to various considerations, but under the coverage of flintlock volleys, all infantry attacks were killing people.

In less than half a year, more than 5 people were lost. In addition, some of them fled. The number of people in the Tatar military camp under Xiangyang City is more than twice that of Xiangyang. Basically, no one can move anyone, so that since then, almost For three years, the two sides basically engaged in a state of "confrontation and propaganda."

"Sorry for keeping the Dharma King waiting for a long time. The reason why I chose this place is because there are more than 20 Tatar corpses here. The bones can be buried here. I think the Dharma King will not be lonely." Deng Feng unsheathed his sword and started. Talking before the war.

"Amitabha, once this is over, the poor monks will chant sutras here for a hundred days to save the souls of the dead who died in the war." Jinlun Dharma King said the Buddha's name, his expression full of sadness.

"His Holiness please!"

"My Buddha is compassionate -" Jinlun Dharma King had a pair of flywheels in his hand at some point, and at the same time, three flywheels hit Deng Feng in a glyph shape.Deng Feng had already anticipated his move. With a swipe of his sword, he struck three times in a row. He easily knocked the three flywheels aside. He immediately rushed forward and struck at Jinlun Dharma King with another move of "Strength Splitting Huashan". In front of his head, Jinlun Dharma King showed no sign of weakness. He raised the flywheels in his hands and held the long knife accurately.However, Deng Feng had to use his strength to retreat quickly. He did not forget to swing his long sword back halfway to deflect a flywheel that was attacking his back. He then continued to lift it up vertically, opening more flywheels that were attacking his ribs.

Jinlun shouted low, and the two wheels in his hands flew out again, and the five wheels flew together, constantly attacking Deng Feng's body. Deng Feng danced his sword wildly, and after a sharp metal collision, the five wheels flew back, except Jinlun. He had a pair in his hand, but he didn't know where he had received the other three.Deng Feng also stood still less than ten steps away from Jinlun Fawang, looking coldly at the bald donkey in front of him.

"The King of Dharma is worthy of his name." In this fight, nearly a hundred moves were made in the blink of an eye, but Deng Feng failed to get close to him. He only competed with Jinlun's weapons and was already at a disadvantage.

"The Sword King is indeed worthy of his reputation." Jinlun Dharma King was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. The three flywheels flew out again, and he also jumped on them.

Deng Feng snorted coldly, and the long knife suddenly became more fluorescent, and the innate qi infusion reached the extreme, and then he did not dodge or dodge, and slashed towards the three flywheels.

"Clang clang!"

After three harsh metal friction sounds, six half-rings flew in different directions in confusion.Deng Feng's momentum became even stronger, and he used his long sword without any reservation to attack the Jinlun Dharma King who was charging towards him.

There was a sharp explosion, and finally a loud shout, and the two suddenly separated.

After more than [-] moves in a frontal fight, even Deng Feng, who was naturally perfect, could not recover. His long sword hung weakly on the ground, and blood slowly flowed down the blade. His image at this moment was simply too horrible to look at. He was dressed in a heroic samurai uniform. He had turned into a beggar's outfit, with many places covered in strips of cloth. The mouths of his hands were shattered, and a large number of blood vessels in his forearms were shattered. His whole body was soaked with blood flying around, making him a bloody man. His Dantian felt even more empty. The so-called "innate Qi is endless" is completely nonsense. How can it be replenished so quickly after large-scale consumption?
"Amitabha, congratulations to the King of Swordsmen for entering the innate realm. It seems that the effect of practicing magical skills after innateness is very different from the acquired inner strength!" Jinlun Dharma King lowered his head and looked at the two flywheels in his hands that had been chopped into half. With a distressed look on his face, he finally let go and threw it away helplessly.

His image is not as good as Deng Feng. The clothes on both arms have disappeared, and the entire arm is almost covered with blood. The clothes on his body are dripping with blood, but a large number of blood vessels throughout his body have been shattered, and blood is slowly dripping from the corners of his mouth. It is obvious that the injury is Much heavier than Deng Feng.

"Indeed, you are on the tenth level, but your strength is almost the same as mine on the eighth level, or even a little lower. According to calculations, I should have the upper hand in strength. It seems that the ninth and tenth levels have the upper hand. The power increase is very different from the first eight levels." Deng Feng was very grateful for this.

Because of the nourishment of Xiantian Qi, his physical strength is obviously a level higher than that of Jin Lun, so now he only has burst blood vessels in his forearm, not his whole body, like Jin Lun.

"The strength growth at each level of the ninth and tenth levels can reach three times that of the first eight levels. If you have better qualifications, it can be even higher. No one has mastered it above the tenth level, and even a poor monk doesn't know how." Jin Lun's expression was bitter, and he obviously couldn't understand this, "The poor monk has worked hard to practice the magical skills of protecting the teachings, and he has never slacked off in his life, but he is not as good as an outsider like the King of Swords. Has the Buddha abandoned us?"

"Because you have gone in the wrong direction." Deng Feng didn't mind saying something to him. Anyway, only one of the two could leave alive. "The essence of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" is to consume resources to strengthen the body and then increase physical strength; it is Buddhist. If you are particular about not eating meat and fish, you will not be able to obtain enough nutrients. The exercises themselves do not have matching high-level internal strength. The total amount of internal energy is not enough to provide support for the practice of the exercises. In the end, it will consume the practitioner himself. For example, you are now thin and have reached the end of the lamp. On the verge of drying up, even if you don't die today, you won't be able to live for long, just like that senior of your Tantric sect who danced and died in a frenzy even though his practice has reached the tenth level."

"Is it wrong?" Jin Lun Dharma King looked confused, but slowly regained his determination, "No, it's impossible. How can the hundreds of years of tantric practice experience be lost to an outsider who is less than half a century old?"

As he spoke, his momentum slowly increased. The wounds that had been bleeding slowly stopped and even began to scab. His sallow complexion returned to rosy, and even his sunken forehead began to return to normal.If Jinlun Dharma King's current image was not so bad, anyone who saw him would probably have to address him as "a distinguished monk."

"Master, aren't you afraid that your soul will fly away?" Deng Feng frowned helplessly. It is obvious that this old monk has used explosive techniques to improve his realm in a short period of time. , people are almost finished.

"Amitabha, this poor monk has lived in vain for 60 years. The aptitude and character of the King of Swordsmen are the only ones I have seen in his life. With the King of Swords intimidating him, Tantric Buddhism may not have any hope within a hundred years. Today, this poor monk has given up this stinky skin, even if his soul is gone, I have to take the King of Swords down with me, and ask the King of Swords for his forgiveness." For some reason, Deng Feng felt that Jinlun Dharma King was majestic at this moment.

"In this case, Deng can only send Dharma King on his way." Deng Feng spoke forcefully, but secretly complained in his heart. His Qi has only been restored to less than half, and his combat effectiveness cannot even be used half. However, Jinlun Dharma King is now showing off. Knowing that they are going to die together, he can't compete with a dead man, can he?

"My Buddha is merciful!" Jinlun Dharma King shouted in a low voice, slapped out his right hand flatly, and rushed towards Deng Feng's chest.

Deng Feng slashed straight with the long knife without any hesitation, but found helplessly that even if he split Jinlun Fawang in half with one knife, he couldn't guarantee that the palm that condensed his whole life's skills would be completely harmless. The target was his chest, but in desperation, the blade deflected halfway, changing from a straight cut to an oblique cut, and his body was also turned slightly to the left. The blade accurately passed Jin Lun's upper right arm, almost cutting off his right arm at the shoulder.

But Jin Lun Dharma King seemed to be completely unconscious, and his expression did not change. He turned his body forward and to the left, then charged forward diagonally, and hit Deng Feng in the chest!

At this time, the distance between the two was less than one step, and Deng Feng could not avoid it no matter what, but he saw that his expression was solemn, and his originally sideways body pushed forward with all his strength with the help of his right foot, leaving less than half of his true strength. Qi used all his strength to protect his body and rushed forward!

"Oh!"

The two bodies collided without any fancy. Deng Feng took more than ten steps back but still couldn't stand firm. Finally, he sat on the ground with a normal sound. His left upper arm was folded up at an abnormal angle. Fortunately, the flesh was not broken. The entire left shoulder was already damaged. He was completely unconscious, and his chest was in great pain due to the huge shock. In the end, he couldn't hold it back anymore, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out on the ground.

As for Jinlun Fawang, his body flew out like a piece of rag and hit the ground forcefully without making a sound.

Deng Feng struggled to stand up, staggered to the side of Jinlun Dharma King, and found that he was not dead, and even had a smile on his face, apparently having regained his consciousness.

"Good luck to the King of Dharma!" Death is the most important thing, but Deng Feng still showed the minimum respect.

"Amitabha!" Jinlun Dharma King struggled to sit up, but sat cross-legged with Deng Feng's help. After the Buddha's name, there was no sound again.

(End of this chapter)