Reflect the world

Chapter 172 Taoist escape technique (third update)

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At the critical moment, Xiao Longnv hit the iron staff with a sword, the powerful force made Xiao Longnv's arms go numb, but she managed to make Yang Guo survive from this lore.

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Tang Xuanming, who took the lead, had already confronted a Mongolian warrior head-on. He didn't care about the warrior's long knife and punched the strong man in the chest.

Under the astonished gaze of the ferocious strong man, his knife slashed Tang Xuanming's neck, but only a series of sparks appeared.

But his chest was completely sunken, his sternum was shattered, and the beating heart was directly shattered, blown into pieces one after another.

His eyes dimmed completely, but dozens of Mongolian masters suddenly jumped out of the flat ground.

Each of them looked indifferent, silently pulled out the long knife beside them, and watched the five figures wearing hideous masks and black costumes, who looked like hell devils, and rushed straight up.

There was a melodious sound of horns in the distance, the dragon pattern on Tang Xuanming's chest was beating, and a pair of black and white eyes were vaguely dyed with a layer of gold, as if painted with a layer of gold, and he could see the Mongolian cavalry several miles away. Get on the horse.

With murderous intent on their faces, the outstanding Mongolian cavalry held their long swords high. Their excellent riding skills allowed them to follow the horses below them, making the horses sprinting more relaxed.

With the speed of their galloping horses, they can get here in a short while.

And entering the Mongolian army, even if the entire Central Plains Wulin appeared here, they would die under the siege of hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Retreat, don't love to fight!"

Tianwen was unsheathed, and three strong Mongolian men clutched their throats and fell down like this. The lightening kung fu from the pre-Qin period made Tang Xuanming bring out countless phantoms, only relying on Tianwen's sharpness and his speed The five martial arts masters who were hostile to Yang Guo Xiaolongnv fell to the ground.

As for Huang Yaoshi and the old urchin Zhou Botong, they had already dealt with their opponents, and when they heard Tang Xuanming's words, they rushed towards Xiangyang City without saying a word.

Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv looked at each other without hesitation, vaguely felt the ground trembling, and saw the Mongolian army rushing several miles away, the billowing smoke and dust swept across here like a storm.

But Tang Xuanming looked at Yang Guo and Xiaolongnv who were going away, and didn't run away directly.

He helped the mask on his face, a bloody smile appeared on the face under the mask, Tianwen flew out of his hands in an instant, and rushed straight to the leader, Xiangxi master Xiaoxiangzi.

There was a faint dragon chant in the void—the Zonghengjia's unique hundred-step flying sword.

The tall, thin, ghostly pale Xiaoxiangzi didn't even have time to react, he only had time to exclaim: "Flying Sword!"

The head was already floating high, and the headless corpse fell heavily into the dust, splashing a cloud of dust.

The top players collected from all over Mongolia are all discolored. Some of them speak Persian, and some even come from more distant Europe.

Skin color, language, and culture are all different, but there is no doubt that they are all top masters in their respective countries.

They came here to ambush with confidence, hoping to let the martial arts people of the Song Dynasty appreciate the military power of heroes from various countries in the Western Regions.

But I didn't expect to encounter such a terrible thing.

Tang Xuanming sneered, he wanted to pull Dongxie Huang Yaoshi and the old naughty boy Zhou Botong together to complete the assassination, it was because he hadn't reached the real peak yet and still needed some time to practice.

But now, dozens of horse-drawn carts have been loaded with precious medicinal materials that have lasted for hundreds of years, and now those medicinal materials are all in his stomach, turning into majestic energy.

"He's on the left..."

A blond and blue-eyed strong man roared, all the top fighters attacked to the left, and the impenetrable blade sealed all the space.

The pupil of the leading warrior from Mongolia already showed excitement, and his long knife had already touched the clothes of the man in black.

And the man in black didn't move, he just slashed across with the knife, the surprise on his face turned into panic instead of surprise.

"Oops!"

They didn't feel the slightest force on their hands, and the black shadow in front of them also slowly dissipated. It was an afterimage left in their field of vision. The speed of that mysterious man with a grimace mask was really too fast.

"You guessed wrong!"

Tang Xuanming floated over the head of the blond and blue-eyed strong man, and Tianwen passed over his neck in an instant.

The strong man turned his head quickly, intending to raise the long sword in his hand, and stab through the elusive Da Song man with one sword.

But he was shocked to find that his field of vision was getting lower and lower, and finally his vision went dark, and he lost all vision.

From the perspective of his companions, the moment this fierce and strong man turned his head, his head flew up and fell to the ground, and the hot blood spurted from his neck sprayed them all over their heads and faces.

That mysterious ghost-faced man drew his sword too fast, and the sword energy on the sword was too sharp, so that people could wipe the sword across the entire neck without realizing it, which caused this terrible scene.

Woo!
The sound of the melodious horn is getting closer and closer, and the sound of the horses charging together is like a drum of war between heaven and earth.

"Don't panic, no matter how terrible his methods are, as long as we can hold him back for a while, the follow-up Mongolian army will be able to..."

A samurai who participated in the ambush saw something was wrong, everyone scattered into a group, panicked, if they were not connected together, they would be easily beheaded.

He wanted to change all that, but before he could finish his sentence, his head fell off his neck.

Many sharp-eyed warriors only vaguely saw a grimace mask. They had a tendency to condense and exploded in an instant, madly rushing towards the direction of the Mongolian cavalry.

This completely made them lose all their defenses, and they didn't cause too much trouble to Tang Xuanming when they were in a mess.

He was still advancing leisurely and backward. The group of martial arts masters with keen six senses could only despair. They saw heads being thrown flying one after another, and then Tang Xuanming leisurely punched that head. His internal force exploded into flesh and blood.

Their keen six senses made them almost crazy, and a group of people ran wildly, but they didn't last for a moment.

That grimace mask has become a nightmare in everyone's hearts, as if it really is the ecstasy messenger from hell.

Nimoxing, who was running wildly at the front, felt his body trembling. He had already seen the expressions on the faces of the Mongolian cavalry charging at the front, and he couldn't help showing ecstasy.

But soon, his ghosts came out, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gloomy grimace mask.

This made him yell madly: "Are you going to die? Kill me, and you won't be able to escape."

The man with the grimace mask didn't answer, the frightening long sword was lifted up again, but the ferocious smile on the grimace seemed to be mocking.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, the head flew high, and then exploded into flesh and blood out of thin air.

And the ghostly figure with a grimace mask rose high, causing tens of thousands of cavalrymen who were charging to look up.

Under the bright moonlight, that mask seemed to be shining, and on this strange night, under the feet of that strange ghost-faced man was a flesh mill.

Meng Ge, who was behind the Mongolian army, also saw the strange figure flying into the sky. The figure flew higher and higher, and rose to a height of hundreds of feet with a single breath of internal force.

It was like a devil, which shocked countless Mongolian cavalry.

Even the Mongolian general who led the army thought he had fallen into the abyss of hell, as if there were really ghosts from hell coming to seduce his soul.

Huang Yaoshi and others, who had retreated hundreds of feet, looked back and were all shocked when they saw this scene.

The old naughty boy Zhou Botong said in surprise: "What kind of lightness kung fu is this? It's really fun. It's so fun. I want to learn it too."

Pharmacist Dongxie Huang said in amazement: "Relying on a single internal force, no one in the entire world of martial arts has ever been able to do this. ?”

Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu were equally astonished, they kept walking, Yang Guo didn't receive all kinds of secular education, his mind was a little more lively, and said: "Since he is a descendant, he chose to stay there, of course there is a way for him to leave .”

"It was rumored that he came to the world riding a dragon that day. Could it be that he is going to ride a dragon and leave now?"

They made all kinds of guesses, but the Mongolian leader roared angrily: "Shoot the arrow and shoot that demon to death."

The Mongolian army seemed to wake up from sleep, and countless arrows flew out, completely covering the space hundreds of meters ahead.

But Tang Xuanming, who had risen to the highest point, smiled calmly, as if he had completed a grand performance, with his left hand pressed on his chest, he bowed slightly, and at the moment when the stillness was about to touch him, it turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.

A hundred schools of thought in the pre-Qin period are as famous as the method of dreaming butterflies in Shushan—Taoist escape method!
The Mongolian cavalry stared wide-eyed, but only saw hundreds of arrows falling from the sky, not even a single hair of the mysterious figure was touched.

Only a wisp of cloud and smoke slowly dissipated in the dark night.

The tens of thousands of troops looked at each other in blank dismay, staying in place, even forgetting to charge.

Meng Ge, who saw this scene from a distance, lost his voice in shock, and asked himself: "Are there really gods in the world?"

No one could answer his question.

(End of this chapter)