Chapter 61 I am honored

On the battlefield outside Xiangyang City, military flags fluttered in the wind, spears stood in rows, and thousands of horses galloped. The densely packed soldiers would give anyone a strong sense of oppression, but at this time, it was the Mongolian soldiers who felt the oppression.

Among this group of Mongolian soldiers, there was a guy who didn't fit in. He was like a green spot among a sea of ​​flowers and was very conspicuous.

That man is made of iron.

Iron armor, iron arm guards, iron boots.

He also had gloves covered with iron sheets on his hands.

He also wore an iron helmet on his head, pressed tightly against his forehead.

There was no visor on the helmet, revealing only a pair of eyes as sharp as swords.

What does he look like?

What does it look like?
No one can see it,
No one knows,
There was not an inch of his body that could be seen by others.

But what is certain is that everyone can feel that every inch of his body is filled with the danger of death.

This fellow in the field, wearing heavy armor of the Song army infantry, in just two quarters of an hour, made the entire Mongolian army terrified, frightened, and desperate, and they developed a strong fear of that figure.

He rode out of the city alone, on horseback.

With the help of a horse lance, he pierced through an entire army of one million.

Leaving behind endless killing,
They killed their way to the central army camp.

On this straight line from Xiangyang City to Tiemu Town,
It is red.

It's red blood.

It is a road made of red blood.

Every step that person takes represents the loss of a life.

But they have no sadness in their hearts, why?
Because there is no time to be sad.

This is their incompetence!
This is their shame!

They are guilty.

The crime is extremely serious.

If someone kills the Khan, he will be frightened or injured, or worse...

If they fail to kill this person, they will certainly be severely punished. Not only will they be severely punished, but their families may also be demoted to slavery.

That person was too strong, so strong that he was not even a human being. He was like a living god of death.

They had resentment, fear, and hatred in their hearts, but these were suppressed by their love for their families and their faith in the Khan.

Their reason told them that they could not kill this man and they must die at his hands, otherwise their families would not be able to escape accountability.

Their emotions told them that they must protect the Khan. They firmly believed that as long as their Khan was still alive, he could lead their descendants to conquer more territories, snatch more beauties and gold and silver, and lead the people of the grassland to live a better life.

So the Mongolian soldiers, fearless of death, pounced on Wang Ming like hungry wolves, wanting to tear him to pieces.

Even if I can't kill him, I'll bite off a piece of his flesh.'

They were not afraid of death and pain, but were still frightened by Wang Ming.

The sonic power was too strange. After being interrupted by the three monks, many soldiers woke up from the illusion one after another.

After waking up, there was a huge embarrassing scene. Some people were taking off their armor, some were pulling other people's belts, and some were kissing the bearded brother next to them.

At that moment, the air suddenly became still.
Then he felt nauseous, but was relieved that the armor was complicated to dismantle, otherwise he would have lost his innocence today.

They all cast horrified eyes at Wang Ming, as if to say, "Are you a devil?"

Not only did it ravage their bodies, it also crushed their spirits. Seeing the fallen horse lance gave these Mongolian soldiers new confidence, making them think they had hope of victory. This man was not really invincible!

They rushed forward again to assist the three monks in besieging Wang Ming. They were still determined to die, but they knew that as long as this man was killed, even if they died, they would receive a reward.

At the same time, they also want this nightmare to end as soon as possible.

Their sacrificial fighting style, relying on the accumulation of human lives, wore out the edge of Wang Ming's lance, and the tip of the lance also became dull. Even if he was not knocked down by the three old monks, he could only penetrate the armor of a dozen people at most, and then there would be no armor-piercing effect.

"Your sonic skills are indeed powerful. I and my friends have been practicing Buddhism, meditating, and reading Buddhist scriptures for many years, so it's very easy for us to suppress a tiny illusion." An old monk said as he attacked.

"I'm not surprised that you can resist the illusion. But isn't your internal energy stirring in your dantian?" Wang Ming couldn't help but spit out blood after being hit by them, but they couldn't see it because of the visor.

"Agitated?" The three monks looked at each other in confusion, then looked at the ugly faces of several masters in the big tent, and immediately understood.

"Hahaha! It seems you are unlucky! You met me and my friends, but we have no internal force in our dantian." A monk said proudly.

Wang Ming was shocked when he heard this. What kind of operation was this? How come these three people who could be compared with innate masters had no internal strength?

The three monks’ fighting skills were a little lacking, but they were not fools. They understood the principle of attacking when someone is weak, and they attacked Wang Ming seven or eight times in succession.

It was after these few moves that Wang Ming suddenly realized.

"I understand. The 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu' that you are practicing is not a martial art of the true qi system at all. It is a martial art of the qi and blood system." Wang Ming said loudly.

The three monks were also confused by Wang Ming's words. They had no idea what he meant and just thought that he was deliberately disturbing their minds.

Carrying a large metal shield, he charged and smashed Wang Ming wildly, cutting him horizontally and vertically.

Now it was Wang Ming's turn to fight the Iron Turtle. The Nine Yin Divine Claws had amazing penetrating power, but it was still useless against iron.

The Tang sword on his body had been unsheathed, but all the attacks were blocked by the big shield.

Their shields are specially made, as tall as a person, half a meter wide, and two fingers thick. They are very strong and can be said to be indestructible.

Apart from being heavy, it has no other disadvantages. But is “heavy” a problem for them who are practicing the “Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung”?
You have to know that every level of Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kungfu practiced will increase the practitioner's power by one dragon and one elephant. A mere shield made of pure iron as high as a man is nothing more than a small toy, isn't it?

Their duty is to protect Temujin's safety. With this shield, any attack can be easily blocked for him.

In this battle, this weapon also has an advantage. As long as it moves slightly, it can block Wang Ming's attack.

Wang Ming was beaten back continuously by the three men. The soldiers around him also saw that he was in a bad condition. They immediately felt that the opportunity had come, a chance to avenge his previous shame and make great achievements. The previous fear was instantly swept away and they rushed forward in a swarm.

"The Howling Wind of Ghost Prison"

Wang Ming let out a strange whistling sound from his mouth, and immediately the three monks vomited blood and flew backwards due to the blast of the sonic power. The Mongolian soldiers who were close to Wang Ming within a radius of ten meters all fell to the ground and died with blood coming out of their seven orifices.

The Howling of the Ghost Prison Wind is different from that of "Song of the Rising Tide of the Blue Sea" and "Seven-String Invisible Sword". The sound waves of this sonic power are harmful in themselves, but they consume a lot of internal energy. One dare not use it frequently. Once the internal energy is exhausted, one will be in trouble.

Moreover, this sonic power ignored the shield defense in front of them and hit their bodies directly. Fortunately, they had been practicing "Dragon Elephant Prajna Power" for many years, and their internal organs were very tough. They only suffered a slight shock and spit out blood. Ordinary soldiers did not have such strong internal organs, and they roared directly to heaven.

Wang Ming did not hesitate and walked over to get rid of the three troublesome guys. They were not his target, so he raised his knife and was about to take one of their lives. Suddenly, he felt a heat wave coming and his heart suddenly began to beat violently.

Wang Ming mainly practiced the Xiantian Kung, and his perception was extremely sharp, and his body dodged to the side extremely quickly.

"Donor, I am here to greet you." said a man dressed as a foreign monk.

Although the foreign monk was greeting Wang Ming, he did not stop his hands and continued to attack him.

This is the person whose internal force can reach the farthest away from the body among all the people Wang Ming has ever seen. It can actually be more than ten meters away, which is simply terrifying.

This man's palm power was invisible and colorless. Wang Ming relied on his perception and experience to avoid his attacks.

As for the attack distance, Wang Ming dodged it, but the Mongolian soldiers behind him were unlucky and were hit by the man's palm wind. It was clearly palm power, but the wound was as if it was cut by a knife, and there were traces of burning. Seeing this situation, Wang Ming was even more afraid of the foreign monk who suddenly appeared.

The foreign monk attacked extremely quickly, not giving Wang Ming any time to rest. This was because the monk was afraid of Wang Ming's sonic power and did not want to give him time to practice it.

(End of this chapter)