"Master, this great monk is also very pitiful. Let's spare him!" Guo Xiang looked in the audience for a while and said. No matter what, the King of Jinlun had the kindness of spreading her skills, and she couldn't bear to see the King of Dharma being forced to death by Fang Zhixing when she saw him.

Although Fang Zhixing was using the sword to fight with the Golden Wheel King, he had time to pay attention to the surroundings. When he heard what Guo Xiang said, he said lightly: "This battle is of great importance, and it is definitely not allowed to be disturbed by the Golden Wheel King!" In his words, he neither agreed to let the Golden Wheel King go, nor did he mean to be free from the other party's life. For him, every top master can be called a fellow. The Golden Wheel King has no great grudge against himself, and he does not have to kill the other party.

Guo Xiang naturally heard his master's intention and shouted: "Monk, as long as you return to Mongolia, my master will not stop you!"

King Jinlun was standing on the steps of the high platform, and felt that the platform was shaking slightly. He knew that the platform was burned by fire and would collapse in an instant, and he would be buried here. However, he wanted to go down, but he was forced by Fang Zhixing's sword technique and could not escape. He heard Guo Xiang express Fang Zhixing's meaning again, and his mind couldn't help but move. He and Fang Zhixing had hundreds of moves. Although they did not use their full strength due to the terrain, the King of Dharma also knew that Fang Zhixing's martial arts was better than him. Even if he fought fairly with Fang Zhixing, he would be mostly defeated, so he naturally lost his previous arrogance.

However, as soon as this thought arose, King Jinlun thought of Kublai Khan's previous warning. He had seized Guo Xiang's plan to threaten Guo Jing, and had already declared a failure. He was afraid that he would lose a lot of points from the Mongolian nobles such as Kublai Khan. If he accepted Fang Zhixing's "good intention" at this time and left safely, he was afraid that his Nyingma Sect would not only not be able to receive support in Mongolia, but would even face a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, the King of Golden Wheel 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. He had already stabbed the King of Psychology through the flaws.

"Haha!" Seeing the sword stabbing, the Dharma King did not dodge or avoid it, but instead laughed. Guo Xiang was wondering, and saw the Golden Wheel Dharma King suddenly move his hands, and the two wheels in his hands came out and hit him. Its momentum was extremely fast and silent.

Seeing that Guo Xiang and the Divine Eagle were there, Fang Zhixing had no time to pull back each person and one person, so he hurriedly used the rope and went up. He shook several circles in a row, and circled the two wheels thrown by the Dharma King layer by layer, blocking them down.

Although the two wheels thrown by the King of Golden Wheel were far away from Guo Xiang, the momentum was extremely fierce and he was trying to kill someone. Guo Xiang had never seen such a situation and was already a little stunned. Seeing Fang Zhixing blocking it with a rope, he let out a long sigh, trying to curse.

On the stands, after the Golden Wheel King threw out the two wheels, he did not jump off the platform, but climbed upwards. He reached the platform. I don’t know whether he was worried about Fang Zhixing’s interception in the air or his determination to die, but he sat on the platform, motionless and looking into the distance.

Seeing this, Guo Xiang didn't have time to scold him. He said to Fang Zhixing: "Master, what is this old monk doing? Aren't he afraid of heat?" At this time, the flames on the high platform were about to burn to the top. If King Jinlun did not continue, he would be burned to death.

Fang Zhixing saw King Jinlun looking at the direction of Xiangyang, but guessed that he was paying attention to the situation of the war. Thinking of what he sent Yang Guo to do, he was also worried and looked over. As for King Jinlun, he could not escape even if he had himself.

Besides, Guo Jing led 20,000 troops to attack Mengge's troops from behind, which caused chaos, but because of the small number of people, he could not defeat the enemy. Seeing this, Yang Guo suddenly thought of his master's instructions and immediately asked Guo Jing to lead 500 Jingkang troops to attack the Mongolian Khan and mobilize the Mongolian army. Guo Jing had been through the battle formation for a long time and immediately made a decision and agreed.

"I am on the front line, you can pick up spears and follow me." Yang Guo led the Jingkang army and shouted loudly. These people knew Yang Guo's martial arts well, but they did not disobey. They picked up spears on the battlefield, and each of them held three or five branches in their hands. Yang Guo held a spear, jumped forward, and galloped towards the nine-row slats of the Mongolian Khan.

The soldiers behind him were all shocked when they saw this. They thought that the Mongolian Khan had come to the front of the enemy in person and had to defend themselves very strictly. Most of the elite soldiers and generals were on the side. Wouldn't he die in vain when he rushed over? But when he thought of Guo Jing's order, he did not hesitate and rushed over with Yang Guo. Although they were also good at throwing, they did not take any action, and they were all left to Yang Guo.

The group went so fast that they rushed out several miles in a blink of an eye, approaching the location of the Mongolian Khan. Mengge's personal soldiers saw that Yang Guo came with a fierce momentum, and two hundred-man teams rushed to block it. Yang Guo waved his arm and threw a spear out, piercing through a centurion's iron armor and passing through his chest. He took a spear from the sergeant behind and threw the second centurion to death. The Mongolian personal soldiers were in a panic, and Yang Guo had already passed by. The soldiers were shocked, raised their swords and raised their halberds, and they went forward to intercept it. Yang Guo had one spear and one person, and the one who was in charge was killed. He cultivated both inside and outside, and his arm strength was a thousand pounds. The spear could be inserted into the rocks, let alone the flesh and blood of ordinary people? Each spear was aimed at the general with a helmet and armor, and instantly threw a seventeen spear and killed 17 Mongolian generals.

This surprise attack was really as lightning as lightning. The Mongolian army stationed more than 100,000 troops under the city, but Yang Guo ran forward and broke into the firm like a tyrant and rushed to the sweaty horse in one breath.

Mengge's personal soldiers sacrificed their lives to resist, and the soldiers holding halberds rushed over and covered the Khan. Yang Guo turned his arms to get the spear of the soldiers behind him, but he grabbed the empty space, which turned out to be a partition of the Mongol soldiers. Seeing that the Khan was approaching, it seemed to be retreating, Yang Guo let out a long roar, stepped on the saddle with his feet, and then jumped up on the saddle, and rushed forward. More than ten personal soldiers and generals rushed forward with their guns. Yang Guo took a breath of true energy in the air, and flew over more than ten long spears.

The day before yesterday, Mengge personally supervised the battle, but was forced back by his subordinates, which led to his final failure. This time he was unwilling to retreat, but seeing Yang Guo coming so fast that he seemed to rush to his side, he immediately lifted the reins of the horse and galloped rapidly. The mount under his crotch was a good horse selected by Mongolia. The dragon's back and bird's neck were strong, the bones were strong, the roar was like thunder, and the cycling was like wind. It was called "Flying Cloud Horse", which was almost comparable to Guo Jing's "sweat and blood horse" back then. At this moment, he was sweating heavily on his saddle, and his four hooves flew, galloping in a radius open space. Yang Guo used his light skills and chased after him. Hundreds of Mongolian cavalry rushed behind Yang Guo again.

Seeing this situation, the two armies immediately forgot to fight on the city and under the city. Ten thousand eyes were watching and shouting in unison. This was the scene that Fang Zhixing and King Jinlun saw. (To be continued)

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