Immortal life from eternal life by leek flower pickle

“Hooray, hooray, hurray.”

The cries came from far and near, like a tidal wave, and later, 100,000 people shouted, like the sky falling apart. But seeing a Jiuxuan big rope raised high, an iron horse supporting the green umbrella and yellow cover, and a man and horse rushing closer, it was the Great Khan Meng Ge who was in battle to supervise the battle.

The Mongol officers and soldiers saw that the Great Khan was personally present, and their morale was greatly boosted. I saw the red flag beckoning, the team under the city was divided to the left and right, and two tens of thousands of troops rushed up to attack the north gate. This is the Great Khan’s personal soldiers, the most elite division, and the new force that has never been dispatched so far, everyone wants to establish meritorious achievements in front of the eyes of the Great Khan, hundreds of ladders have been erected, and the Mongol soldiers will crawl to the head of the city like ants.

Guo Jing clasped his arms and shouted: “Brothers, today call the Great Khan of Tatar to see with your own eyes the skills of our Great Song good boy!” His shouting was full of breath, and in the midst of the shouts of the crowd, everyone could still hear it clearly. The Song soldiers at the head of the city had been fighting for a day, and they were already exhausted, and when they heard Guo Jing’s call, their spirits were greatly lifted.

“The tartar has bullied us for a long time, and at this time we must teach them that the Great Khan knows how powerful we are!”

Everyone is fighting to the death now.

On the mound in the distance, Fang Xuan pointed to the bloody battlefield with Zhang Jing on his back and said, “Jing’er, are you afraid?” Zhang Jing

hugged Fang Xuan’s neck tightly, and forced herself to endure the fear in her heart: “As long as you can be with your second brother, Jing’er is not afraid.” ”

“…… What if the second brother is gone? The

little arm on his neck tightened, and a slightly crying voice came from behind: “Second brother don’t want Jing’er?”

Fang Xuan was silent for a moment and said with a smile: “How come, how can the second brother leave Jing’er, you see, that old grandfather is not powerful?”

Children are very coaxing, as long as they divert attention.

Following the direction of Fang Xuan’s finger, in the middle of the battlefield, an old man dressed in blue clothes and white hair, holding a green jade bamboo flute, walked in it like a tanuki.

The movements were dashing and flowing, sometimes the bamboo flute was tapped, sometimes the fingers were flexed, and all the Meng Yuan soldiers who dared to approach him fell to the ground and screamed for their lives.

Although Zhang Jing is just a little girl of six or seven years old and does not know any martial arts, the figure of Huang Lao Evil is too dashing and ethereal, especially in this bloody battlefield.

“Wow, that’s awesome.” Zhang Jing said excitedly.

“Do you want to learn?”

“After learning, are you as powerful as that grandfather?”

“Yes.”

“Jing’er wants to learn, Jing’er wants to learn.”

“Haha, okay, Jing’er behaved, wait for me here, the second brother will come back in a while, don’t run around.” Fang Xuan stretched out his hand and put Zhang Jing down.

“Well, Jing’er is very well-behaved and doesn’t run around.”

Fang Xuan placed Zhang Jing in a secret pit, then took a step and walked towards the battlefield.

On the battlefield at this time, because the Great Khan Meng Ge had been unable to take Xiangyang City, he built a high platform and threatened Guo Jing’s youngest daughter Guo Xiang. There were

more than ten feet on the high platform, a large amount of firewood and grass were piled up below, and a deep and wide trench was dug around it, and the excavated earth was piled up outside the trench, becoming an earthen wall, and there were shieldmen, spearmen, horse choppers, crossbowmen, and punchers, layer by layer, enclosing the high platform like an iron barrel.

Fang Xuan looked up at Guo Xiang on the high platform and said in a low voice: “Although I know that this is a good way to disturb Guo Jing’s mind, I am still a little unhappy, and I am not like a human king.”

Leaning over, he picked up a simple knife from the battlefield under his feet and waved it twice.

Okay, it’s just a little light.

Fang Xuan’s figure suddenly appeared on the left side of the battlefield, which naturally attracted the attention of Meng Yuan’s soldiers.

For Fang Xuan’s situation, they are also extremely familiar, these days, there are always some so-called martial arts masters who come to attack the camp, mostly alone, or two or three people together.

It’s good that these martial arts masters fight alone, if they encounter an army battle formation, they can be easily suppressed, and the Mengyuan soldiers have already had a way to deal with it.

Six Mengyuan soldiers besieged the plum blossom phalanx, holding spears, fiercely pressing the space towards Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan grinned, his eight teeth shining in the sun.

“Kill~” As

soon as he stepped on the footsteps, the whole person instantly jumped into the battlefield like a black line, and with a flick of the simple knife in his hand, the three Mengyuan soldiers in front of him instantly shattered their bones and flew out upside down.

Puff~

A knife cut down, under Fang Xuan’s strange power, the armor on the bodies of these Mengyuan soldiers was like paper paste, easily broken, and the entire body was cut off.

The huge power gave the simple knife in his hand terrifying kinetic energy, and the six Mengyuan soldiers were easily killed without any enemy.

After killing these six Mengyuan soldiers, Fang Xuan was not in a hurry or slow, and walked towards the center of the army step by step.

Such a scene naturally alarmed other Mengyuan soldiers, and hundreds of soldiers surrounded them under a shout, and before they got close to the point, they set up bows and arrows, and the arrows were like rain.

For these Mengyuan soldiers who have been shooting arrows on horseback since childhood, such a distance is simply a hundred shots.

In the face of these rain-like arrows, thousands of steps around the psychic realm, any wind and grass, even slight centipedes and spiders crawling, are reflected in his mind, and no movement can hide his eyes and ears, let alone these arrows.

Fang Xuan did not dodge, but just waved his hand to pull away the arrows that were shot towards his cheeks, and as for other places, these arrows could not break through the defenses of Yuyi.

The magic robe of the feather gate is woven from the silk of five kinds of spirit silkworms, and it is also infused with mana, which ordinary knives and guns cannot penetrate, although this arrow is dense, but it cannot penetrate the feather coat.

Such a scene also made those Mengyuan soldiers stunned, their feathers were flowing, not like armor, so it would only remind people of the powerful internal strength of this “martial arts master” in front of them.

“Sword and shield hand, surround.” With the order of the

thousand soldiers, the sword and shield of the Meng Yuan soldier raised the shield in his hand and approached Fang Xuan.

“Hmph!” With a wave of the

long knife, a huge force emanated from it, and the terrifying kinetic energy directly cut off the five sword and shield hands in front of them, and the soldiers behind them directly shot away.

“It can’t be.” Commander Meng Yuan exclaimed.

Fang Xuan was also agitated in his heart at this time, in the Great World of Eternal Life, he was just a small shrimp in the flesh realm, and he was timid and timid no matter what he did.

Divine masters, underground demons, supreme magic weapons… Which one is not easy to suppress and kill yourself.

And coming to this small world, the terrifying power of the power of the thirteen horses is simply unparalleled mowing, and no one can beat it.

Push horizontally!

Swoosh!

Fang Xuan slashed out, and the closest Meng Yuan soldiers were directly cut off, and then dozens of soldiers were shot away, landing heavily a hundred steps away.

Homicide.

Killed.

Kill again.

Swept.

Fang Xuan took one step at a time, his speed was unhurried, and everywhere he passed, he was full of broken arms and limbs, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Like the reincarnation of an overlord, there is no double demon god, and no one can be defeated. The

power of thirteen horses is that the masters of the Divine Secret Realm dare to fight, not to mention these ordinary soldiers.