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Chapter 137

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Three successive shouts of killing resounded from the foot of the mountain, and Yang Qing looked far away, and in the southeast, there was a group of men and horses braving the wind and snow appearing on the periphery of the Mongolian army.

Immediately afterwards, under the dark sky covered by endless falling snow, a clump of fireworks rose into the sky and pulled out a straight column of smoke, which flew straight into the thick ink-like stratus clouds before exploding a ball of dazzling glare.

"Our people are here!"

Guo Jing shouted loudly, arousing the blood of the heroes who had been silent for a long time.

"Hero Guo, let's kill him!"

"Brothers, fight!"

Before everyone could speak, another firework signal went off to the south.

Yang Kang looked sideways, and then said to Yang Qing: "Brother, it's Master's signal!"

Yang Qing heard the words and looked around, and sure enough, he saw that the Mongolian army formation over there was slightly chaotic, which should be caused by someone's attack.

At this time, Yang Kang also took out a firework from his arms and lit it into the sky. As the bright firework exploded in the air, someone from the northeast immediately responded.

The two thousand martyrs brought by him and Guo Jing rushed to the Mongolian army in the blink of an eye!
In a moment, the three parties from the northeast, the southeast, and the south rushed out, and the Mongolian army at the foot of the mountain was suddenly in turmoil.

Everyone was excited, Huang Rong looked at Huang Yaoshi and said loudly: "Father, let's go!"

Huang Yaoshi turned around and swung his green shirt, swaying a piece of flying snow and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, at this old age, I will charge forward one day. Brother Duan and Seventh Brother, old urchin, let's go."

"You Huang Laoxie, if you fight, you will fight. What are you talking about at an octogenarian age? My old beggar doesn't accept this old age!"

"Haha, let's go!"

Yang Qing and the others looked at each other and smiled, summoned General Lan to let Guo Xiang and Guo Polu ride on his back, and told Yang Xi Zhou Tong to protect him, and then walked towards the mountain pass.

"Hero Yang, your sword is broken, use mine."

On the way, someone from the group of heroes handed over a fine iron long sword, Yang Qing raised his hand and drew the sword, smiling at the man, "Thank you."

Yang Kang glanced at the crowd, only to see that their morale was high and their killing intent was soaring.

"Brothers! It's time to kill the thief, follow me down the mountain!"

"Kill the thief!"

"kill!"

At this moment, the north wind howled, and Yang Qing flicked the blade with his fingers.

Immediately with the sound of the Qingyue sword, the long sword in his hand turned into a purple-red rainbow light, and he rushed down the mountain with him!
On the narrow mountain road, there was no endless encirclement and suppression from all directions, and the few Mongolian soldiers guarding the mountainside couldn't see Yang Qing clearly at all.

He felt the sudden gust of wind, and before he had time to react, he was swept into the air together with Feixue, and there was no sound when he landed again.

The whole body was filled with sunflower true energy, and Yang Qing rushed all the way, reaching the foot of the mountain in just a moment.

He raised his eyes and looked far away, but he saw leaden clouds hanging down, and the wilderness was vast.

Countless enemy troops stare at each other with knives and guns, there is no more grievances here, and the blood in everyone's eyes is only life and death.

"Big brother!"

Yang Kang and Guo Jing led the crowd out of the mountain path and came to him.

Yang Qing turned to look at the bearded two, the past flashed in his mind: "Today we brothers killed the enemy together."

"Fire arrows!"

As soon as Yang Qing finished speaking, the shouts of a man in the front army resounded all over the field, and then the scalp-numbing sound of the bowstring tightening immediately sounded.

Immediately afterwards, several clusters of dark clouds rose in the enemy's formation, crashing into the wind and snow, and shrouded in screams!

"Protect the child!"

Yang Qing yelled loudly, his figure soared into the air in an instant, and the long sword in his hand turned into a colorful light and shadow and swept towards the cluster of arrows.

However, sharp arrows shot like rain, and he relied on the seven strands of true energy in his body to breathe in the air five times in a row, but in the end he could only clear three feet of his body, and when he landed, dozens of people behind him fell to the ground.

"Kill it!"

Huang Yaoshi yelled loudly from behind, Yang Qing, who had just landed, had already bent down and charged into the enemy's formation together with Yang Kang and Guo Jing!
Yang Qing's long sword slashed all over his body, swinging countless knives and guns, and even set off a wave of blood all around.Then he kept walking, and in a moment, he smashed a no-man's land about Zhang Xu wide in the enemy's formation.

But the surrounding crowd was like a sea tide, and the open space where there were only stumps and broken arms was filled up again in a blink of an eye, and the eyes were full of gleaming gun blades.

At this moment, two dragon chants sounded from both sides at the same time, and the mighty air waves rushed the crowd back and forth.

Yang Qing looked sideways, and saw Guo Jing and Yang Kang retracting their palms at the same time and returning.

"Big brother!"

"Brother Yang!"

"Okay, let's go!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed forward, and six flicks of the sword shot out, and the dozen or so people in front of him immediately fell down!
"kill!"

"Kill the thief!"

Amidst the thundering shouts of killing, the group of heroes behind them rushed through the gap that the three of them rushed to, and used the three of them as arrows to plunge into the enemy's formation fiercely.

The wind and snow remained the same, Yang Qing walked forward all the way, hearing the collision of swords and soldiers, shouting endlessly.

He didn't know how far he rushed, how many weapons he cut off, and how many enemy soldiers he killed.If the long sword in his hand hadn't been protected by true energy, it might have broken down long ago.

When the shouts behind him faded away, looking back, there were more than a thousand people when they descended the mountain, but now they are no more than eight hundred.

I looked around, but I saw a sea of ​​people and a forest of knives and guns.The reinforcements from our own side who were looming on the mountain were rushing to kill at this moment, and there was no news for a while.

Huang Yaoshi and the others were still as ferocious as tigers, hunting down the enemy soldiers in all directions, but there were also bloodstains on their bodies, making it difficult to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves.

"Brother, look!"

Yang Qing was about to move forward when he heard Yang Kang's reminder from one side. When he looked up, he saw three fireworks rising from the east together.

"Master and the others are meeting, in the east!"

"Rush over!"

After exchanging a few words briefly, everyone immediately joined forces to kill Zhengdong.

Lifting up the zhenqi to protect the body, Yang Qing faced the countless steel thorns in front of him without hesitation.

There is no change in the way of fighting on the battlefield, every sword cut is just to be done quickly, kill people!
At this moment, his gray shirt was already stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand turned red even without the infusion of true energy.

The endless cold blade stabbed, no matter how fast the speed was, there was no room to dodge, so he could only protect his vitals with his true energy, and kept swinging the sword again and again.

I don't know how long it took, when Yang Qing slashed the breastplates of the five people in front of him again with a sword, his eyes were finally empty, and no one dared to step forward again.

He looked to the left and right, Yang Kang and Guo Jing were also covered in blood, and there were only more than [-] people left behind.

"Brother, Brother Kang!"

"Qing'er!"

There was a sound of horseshoes in front, and then a group of men and horses rushed into the arena, like a wind and clouds, and instantly emptied the remaining enemies around.

Yang Qing looked up and saw Mu Nianci in military uniform.

Behind her, the righteous men who had followed Yang Kang and Guo Jing for a long time were all bloody and murderous.

Qiu Chuji led many Quanzhen disciples to form sword formations and walked side by side with her.

Farther away, the sound of killing and hunting has not stopped. Obviously, the reinforcements from Xiangyang are still fighting hard.

"Nice!"

It was snowing heavily, Yang Kang went up to meet Mu Nianci, and the rest of the crowd also rushed forward to join the two parties, more than [-] people gathered again.

The surrounding Mongolian enemy soldiers looked around, but no one rushed forward again.

"Nianci, why are you here?"

Mu Nianci got off his horse and rushed in front of them, saying, "The Mongolian soldiers who attacked Xiangyang have been repulsed..."

After hearing half a sentence, Yang Qing also stepped forward to support Qiu Chuji who was already weak.

Now Qiu Chuji is over seventy years old, his white hair looks abnormally fluttering in the cold wind, only a pair of tiger eyes are still full of murderous intent.

"Master, why did you come in person?"

As soon as Qiu Chuji's arm came into contact with Yang Qing, he felt a hot current rushing into his meridians, and he regained a lot of energy in an instant.

"Since I went to battle to kill the enemy, why can't I come? Do you think I'm old, kid?"

Before Yang Qing could reply, Yang Kang stood on his horse and shouted loudly: "The enemy soldiers in Xiangyang have retreated! Brothers, go out!"

"kill!"

With two new forces, the Central Plains immediately became famous.

Yang Qing didn't care about reminiscing with Qiu Chuji any longer, he regained his stature and rushed to the front together with Guo Jing, facing Xiangyang's reinforcements.

Yang Kang got on the steed and led his men to cruising and charging around, scattering the enemy formation; Yang Qing and Guo Jing were still fighting at the front, cooperating with Quanzhen's disciples' billowing waves of swords and charging faster and faster.

A moment later, as Guo Jing shot seven or eight Mongolian enemy troops flying in front of him with a "Shocking Baili", the Xiangyang reinforcements finally appeared in front of everyone.

And further back, the vast expanse of white snow can already be seen.

"Guys, we're home!"

"go home!"

Guo Jing looked up to the sky and shouted, and the crowd behind him roared again, rushing forward.

Yang Qing drew a long sword from the throat of an enemy soldier, and the crowd gradually dwindled in front of him.

Turning his head, he saw that General Lan was protected in the middle, and he was not harmed by Guo Xiang and Guo Polu.He didn't have any scruples anymore, he went forward together with the others to wipe out the remaining enemy soldiers, at this time several groups of troops finally broke through the enemy's formation and merged into one.

"Out!"

"We killed it!"

Amidst countless shouts, Yang Qing turned to look at the Mongolian soldiers, and saw the crowd moving towards the center in the tumbling snow waves, and the enemy formations that had been chaotically fighting just now gathered into an army formation again after a while.

Looking at everyone in Xiangyang across the wind and snow.

After several fights, this Mongolian army also suffered countless injuries. The eyes of the two sides intertwined in the air, despite the blows of the wind and snow like knives, neither of them would back down a step.

The sky is full of wind and snow, and it is obviously not a good choice for both sides to continue fighting.But without knowing the other party's intentions, no one dared to retreat first.

Yang Qing clenched the hilt of the sword and waited for the opponent to move.

At this time, Guo Jing also rode a horse and stood side by side with Yang Kang, looking at the opposite side.

At this moment, a person in the opposing army patted his horse and said a few words in Mongolian.

Then Guo Jing also urged his horse to meet him, and also replied in Mongolian.

The man then turned his horse's head and returned to the army formation. After a while, the Mongolian army slowly moved into the distance and gradually disappeared into the falling snow.

"Retreat, the Mongolian soldiers have retreated."

Someone in the crowd whispered excitedly.

The emotion of dying and surviving couldn't stop spreading among the crowd, until Guo Jing turned around abruptly and shouted:
"We won!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mountain roar and a tsunami-like cry suddenly broke out:
"We won, we won!"

After fighting for a long time, Yang Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Endless cheers came, and he heard Guo Jing shouting in front of him, but it was Yue Fei's masterpiece:
"The place where the crown is surrounded by anger, the drizzle is resting. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, the arrogance is fierce.

Thirty years of fame and fame, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon..."

Guo Jing's voice was uttered in harmony with his true energy, stirring in the surrounding fields, gradually attracting everyone to join him.

For a moment, the sound waves soared into the sky, causing endless falling snow to roll back...

……

In the middle of the night, in a dilapidated village twenty miles east of Mount Hua.

In the evening, all the people who repelled the Mongolian army recuperated and settled here.

Yang Kang and Guo Jing ran in the army to arrange the people properly, and returned to the largest courtyard in the village.

The two opened the door and came in, only to see Yang Qing and others sitting around the fire, and even General Lan took a place beside Yang Qing.

Only the two children, Guo Xiang and Guo Polu, had already fallen asleep.

"Master, Nianci, why don't you rest?"

Yang Kang stretched out his hand to roast by the flame, Guo Jing also came in and sat beside Huang Rong.

"Brother Kang, Senior Huang and Big Brother are leaving."

Yang Kang froze when he heard the words, looked up at Yang Qing and said, "Brother, where are you going, seniors? Aren't you going back to Xiangyang?"

Huang Yaoshi and the others either play in the world, or live in seclusion in the mountains for many years. He has long been used to it.

But Yang Qing has been in Xiangyang Sword Tomb in recent years. When he heard that he was going to leave, Yang Kang's first reaction was that he would not go back again.

"Why, the enemy army has retreated, and Huashan's Discourse on Swords is over, should we keep us old guys to fight?"

Hong Qigong let out a long laugh, stood up and patted the dust off his body.

Yang Qing leaned against General Lan's lying body, and his blood-stained clothes stood out in the firelight.

Hearing Yang Kang's question, he moved his eyes slightly upwards: "I have accompanied my parents for the last journey, and now that you have accomplished a lot, you don't need me to mention it for a long time.

From now on, I will seek a place to practice in seclusion and will not return to Xiangyang. "

"But, but you, I..."

Seeing his body trembling slightly, Yang Qing seemed to be in agitated mood.

Standing up and walking in front of Yang Kang, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "He's already a grandfather, why is he still the same as when he was a child. People get together and people disperse, don't you still look away?"

Smiling, he went to Qiu Chuji's side and bowed to the ground: "Master, although Zhongnan Mountain is good, the Mongols have watched it for a long time. With today's conflict, I'm afraid it's not a place to stay for a long time.

I also ask Master to make plans early. "

"Are you really unwilling to officially enter Quanzhen and take over as the next head?"

Yang Qing shook his head and said, "I don't want to do this, I'm afraid I will disappoint Master."

Qiu Chuji looked at him for a long time, as if returning to the scene when the two met for the first time.His eyes flickered for a while, and finally he sighed softly and nodded slowly: "Forget it, go on your own."

Yang Qing stood up straight and glanced across everyone's faces one by one:

"Thanks to all the seniors for taking care of me, and thanks from the younger generation, I will take my leave now."

"What's your farewell? Let's go together."

Hong Qigong strode over, walked to the door with Huang Yaoshi Yideng and the old naughty boy's family.

The door was opened, and endless wind and snow poured into the room immediately.

"father."

"Master."

Everyone walked out the door together, Huang Rong held Huang Yaoshi's clothes reluctantly; Guo Jing stepped forward to stop Hong Qigong.

Yang Kang and Mu Nianci led Yang Xi closely behind Yang Qing.

"Brother, are you really not coming back?"

Yang Qing trampled the snow under his feet until it creaked: "I'm just looking for a place to cultivate, not to sleep in the ground, don't make it miserable.

Jinlun Fawang is dead, there should be no one you can't deal with from now on.

Remember what I told you before, go back and see your parents when you have time. "

After speaking, he put his arms around Yang Kang and smiled, "When did you learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? I don't even know."

Yang Kang was startled and said: "Brother Guo taught me before, do you want to learn it?"

Yang Qing said indifferently: "You can copy a copy of the secret book and keep it. I will get it later when I have time. Alright, let's go back."

"General Lan is gone."

With a greeting, General Lan in the room immediately got up and leaped across the fire, rushing to his side.

"Boy, the old beggar has left."

"Senior Hong, goodbye."

On the other side, Huang Yaoshi and others also finished saying goodbye, and smiled slightly at Yang Qing: "The world is far away, and we will meet again by fate."

"Let's go back."

Yang Qing led General Lan towards Fengxue step by step, when he looked back, Guo Jing, Yang Kang, Huang Rong and Mu Nianci were still looking out in the snow.

"Brother Yang, take care!"

Hearing Huang Rong's shout, Yang Qing couldn't help but smile when he recalled the time when they were in Peach Blossom Island and the days when they were drifting at sea.

"Qinchuan is three thousand miles away, with vast mountains and rivers;

Years of frost and white hair, Lingyun hates the sky;
I return to my hometown now, and the wind and snow know what I want. "

Mu Nianci nestled in Yang Kang's arms, only heard a faint singing, and the few figures that gradually faded away in the wind and snow finally disappeared...

　It's too late to get off work today, so I'll post it first and then change it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)