"Master, this great monk is quite pitiful, let's spare him!" Guo Xiang looked at the audience for a while and said. ◎, no matter what, the Golden Wheel Dharma King has the grace of passing on her art, and she can't bear to see the Dharma King being forced to death by Fang Zhixing.

Although Fang Zhixing was manipulating the long sword and the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he also had time to pay attention to the surroundings, and when he heard what Guo Xiang said, he said lightly: "This battle is a serious matter, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King must not be disturbed!" In his words, he did not agree to let the Golden Wheel Dharma King go, nor did he have the intention of the other party's life. For him, every supreme master can be called a fellow Taoist, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King has no life-and-death enmity with him, and he doesn't have to kill each other.

Guo Xiang heard what his master meant, and shouted: "Monk, as long as you return to Mongolia, my master will not stop you!"

Standing on top of the high platform, King Jinlun felt more and more that the high platform shook slightly, knowing that the foot of the platform was burned down by fire and would collapse in an instant, and he would inevitably die here at that time. However, if he wanted to go down, he was forced by Fang Zhixing's swordsmanship, and it was difficult to get out, and when he heard Guo Xiang express Fang Zhixing's meaning again, his mind couldn't help but move slightly. He and Fang Zhixing have gone through hundreds of moves, although they have not exerted their full strength because of the terrain, the Dharma King also knows that Fang Zhixing's martial arts are better than his own, even if he fights with Fang Zhixing fairly, he is also defeated, so he naturally loses his previous arrogance.

However, as soon as this thought arose, King Jinlun thought of Kublai Khan's warning before, and he seized Guo Xiang's plan to threaten Guo Jing. If you accept Fang Zhixing's "kindness" at this time and leave safely, you are afraid that you will be in the Nyingma faction. Mongolia will no longer receive support, and will even usher in a catastrophe.

Come to think of it. King Jinlun's mind was slightly confused, and the two wheels in his hands were not as tight as before. Revealing flaws. Seeing this, Fang Zhixing shook the rope in his hand, and he had already stabbed at the vital point of the Dharma King through the flaw.

"Haha!" Seeing the sword stabbing at him, the Dharma King did not dodge or dodge, but laughed. Guo Xiang in the audience was puzzled, and saw that the Golden Wheel Dharma King's hands suddenly moved, and the two wheels in his hands came out of his hands and smashed into himself. It's extremely fast. Silence.

Seeing that Guo Xiang and the Condor were there, Fang Zhixing didn't have time to pull back one person and one carving, so he hurriedly transported the rope and greeted him. Shaking a few circles in a row, he circled the two wheels thrown by His Holiness and stopped them.

Although the two wheels thrown by the Golden Wheel Dharma King were far away from Guo Xiang, the momentum was extremely fierce, and he wanted to kill people. Guo Xiang had never seen such a situation, and he was already a little stunned. Seeing that Fang Zhixing blocked it with a rope, he breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to scold.

In the stands, after the Golden Wheel King rolled the double wheel. But instead of jumping off the high platform, he climbed up to the top of the high platform. I don't know if he was worried that Fang Zhixing would intercept him in mid-air. Still determined to die, he actually sat on the high platform. Motionless, looking into the distance.

See here. Guo Xiang didn't have time to scold, and said to Fang Zhixing: "Master, what is this old monk going to do, isn't he afraid of the heat?" At this time, the flames of the high platform were about to burn to the top, and if the Golden Wheel Dharma King didn't go down, he was afraid that he would be burned alive.

Fang Zhixing saw that the Golden Wheel Dharma King was looking in the direction of Xiangyang, but he guessed that he was paying attention to the battle situation. Thinking of what he had done by sending Yang Guo, he was equally worried in his heart and looked over. As for the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he has his own presence, and he can't escape.

Besides, Guo Jing led an army of 20,000 to attack Meng Ge's soldiers and horses from behind, which really caused chaos. Seeing this, Yang Guo suddenly thought of his master's instructions, and immediately asked Guo Jing for his life, to lead the five hundred Jingkang army to attack the Mongolian Great Khan and attract the Mongolian army. Guo Jing has been in battle for a long time, and immediately made a decision and agreed.

"I'm in front, and you pick up more spears and follow me. Yang Guo led the Jingkang army and said loudly. These people knew Yang Guo's martial arts very well, and they did not disobey orders, picking up spears on the battlefield, and each of them held three or five spears in their hands. Yang Guo held a spear, rushed forward on a prancing horse, and galloped away against the Mongolian Khan's Jiu Xuan Daxu.

When the sergeants behind him saw this, they were all taken aback, thinking that the Mongol Great Khan had come to the enemy in person, and he must have been extremely well defended, and the elite soldiers were fierce, and most of them were on the left and right, and his five hundred men rushed over, wouldn't it be in vain to send them to death? But thinking of Guo Jing's order, he did not hesitate and rushed over with Yang Guo. Although they were also good at throwing, they didn't make any shots, and they were all left to Yang Guo.

The group went so fast that in the blink of an eye they rushed out for miles and approached the location of the Mongol Great Khan. Meng Ge's personal soldiers saw that Yang was coming with a fierce momentum, and two hundred-man teams had already rushed up to block it. With a wave of his arm, a spear flew out, piercing through the iron armor of a centurion and piercing through his chest. He took a spear from the sergeant behind him and threw the second centurion to death. The Mongolian soldiers were in a panic, and Yang Guo had already burst through. All the relatives and soldiers were shocked, raised their swords and halberds, and stepped forward to intercept them. Yang Guo speared one person, and the one who was killed immediately. He cultivated both inside and outside, and his arm strength was a thousand catties, and the momentum of this spear could be inserted into the rock, not to mention the flesh and blood of ordinary people? Each spear was aimed at the general with the armor piercing, and in an instant he threw 17 spears and killed 17 Mongolian generals.

This surprise attack was really like a thunderbolt, and the Mongol army was stationed under the city with more than 100,000 troops, but Yang Guo galloped forward, and broke straight into it like a devastating horse, and rushed to the front of the Khan's horse in one breath.

Meng Ge's own soldiers sacrificed their lives to resist, and the halberd armor man rampaged over and covered the Khan. Yang Guo returned his arm to take the spear of the sergeant behind him, but he grabbed it empty, and it turned out to be cut off by the Mongolian armor. Seeing that the Great Khan of Mongolia was close in front of him, as if he had the intention of retreating, Yang Guo let out a long howl, stepped on the saddle with both feet, followed a little on the saddle, jumped up with his body, and rushed forward. More than a dozen pro-soldiers stabbed the colonel with their guns, and Yang Guo raised his true breath in mid-air, and with a fight, he turned over from more than ten spears.

The day before yesterday, Meng Ge personally supervised the battle, was supported by his subordinates, and the guide finally failed, this time he was unwilling to retreat, but seeing that the momentum was not good, he lifted the reins of his horse and galloped. The mount under his crotch is one of the best horses in Mongolia, with a dragon's back and a bird's neck, strong bones and muscles, roaring like thunder, galloping like the wind, named "Feiyun Qi", almost on par with Guo Jing's "sweat and blood BMW" back then. At this moment, the saddle was sweating profusely, and the four hooves were flying, and galloping radially into the open area. Yang Guo launched a light work and chased after him. Hundreds of Mongolian cavalry hurried behind Yang Guo.

When the two armies saw this situation, they forgot to fight when they boarded the city, and all eyes were on it, shouting in unison. This is what Fang Zhixing and King Jinlun saw. (To be continued......)