The Holy Emperor of Ming

Chapter 301 I Still Can’t Fight

"kill!"

Wanyan Zongmou and Wanyan Zongbing took the lead, each mobilizing the military strength of tens of thousands of Jin troops, pushing their strength to the ultimate level of grandmaster, and killing the Ming army with swords and guns.

On the way, nearly half of the fourth wave of artillery shells were intercepted.

"Humph."

With a cold snort, a handsome middle-aged Taoist priest dressed like a Taoist flew out from somewhere and faced Wanyan Zongmou with a sword.

"Wang Chongyang!" Wanyan Zongwang glared at him, "How dare you come here? You're looking for death."

"You will definitely die in front of me." The Taoist shouted coldly.

"Hmph, the Quanzhen Sect is now in the hands of the Liao Kingdom, and you just ignore it and come to hinder the affairs of my Great Jin." Wanyan Zongmou said gritting his teeth.

"You don't have to worry about it." Wang Chongyang said coldly.

"Okay, you are looking for death, I will grant your wish. You have no power of heaven and earth to mobilize in the army, and you are suppressed. I let you escape last time, and today I will kill you." Wanyan Zongbing shouted with murderous intent.

He chopped at Wang Chongyang with a knife.

Wang Chongyang was not afraid at all. He pointed his sword out and it seemed as if stars exploded. The two men started fighting in mid-air.

Not far away, Wanyan Zongbing was also stopped by someone, a monk.

A monk with a wine gourd slung around his waist seemed to be reeking of alcohol.

"Someone from Shaolin?" Wanyan Zongbing's eyes were as sharp as swords as he looked at him secretly.

"That's right." The monk nodded calmly.

"My Great Jin treated Shaolin with courtesy, and this is how you respond?" Wanyan Zongbing's face turned dark and he shouted angrily.

"The Jin Kingdom is a barbarian country after all, and it should not be accepted by the orthodox Chinese. It is better to retreat, otherwise you will regret it." The monk shook his head and said calmly.

"The last time we fought in Bianjing, you were not there. The Ming Empire hadn't even reached Shaolin yet, but you Shaolin Temple has already recognized a new master so quickly. You are a bunch of hypocritical bald donkeys.

It's too late to regret, I will let you die here without any chance to regret." Wanyan Zongbi said hatefully.

It's not just the monks and Shaolin Temple in front of us.

He also thought of the situation in the past few months. The Jin Dynasty tried to win over the four local forces and integrate their strength, but it had no significant effect. The forces were still weakening, and the separated forces were disappearing silently.

When they reacted, they found out that these forces were just pretending to be nice to them.

A small part is connected with the New Song Court in the south.

Most of them were secretly colluding with the Ming army.

There was no other way but to start a war immediately. Otherwise, if they continued like this, they would just be stuck in a quagmire on all four sides and become weaker and weaker.

Thinking of the time when these people had played tricks on Da Jin, he became enraged and stabbed them fiercely with his spear.

The monk remained calm, and an extremely strong and masculine aura, like the sun, emanated from his body.

A hard punch straight on.

"boom!"

The roar exploded, and without stopping, the two of them collided and fought one after another.

At the same time, the five great masters from the Jin Kingdom were also stopped by five figures.

"You old poisonous creature, you actually helped the Jin Kingdom." A beggar with only nine fingers from the Ming Dynasty said in a deep voice to the person opposite him.

"Old beggar, you should pay more attention to your Beggars' Sect." The man opposite said coldly.

“The Divine General of Tianmen, the High Priest of the Kingdom of Jin, the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, as well as the Pojun who escaped from my Ming Dynasty and the Demon Cult Leader Ren Tianxing.

I really didn't expect that you would dare to appear in front of my Ming Dynasty." On the Ming side, Ye Gucheng, dressed in white like snow, said with a smile.

"The Ming Dynasty has committed atrocities and does not allow people in the martial arts world to survive. One day, it will surely suffer the consequences." The white-haired Ren Tianxing said with some hatred.

"I've never been afraid of anyone in my life. If you have the guts, let's fight." The purple-clothed figure with a sword and a knife on his back said defiantly.

“Heh.” Ye Gucheng smiled, his temperament elegant and cold, and said happily: “It’s really a pleasant surprise that I was able to catch you.

It's just right. Taking you back to Ming Dynasty can solve many cases."

"Rampant." Po Jun said angrily.

Ren Tianxing also narrowed his eyes, looking murderous.

"Ye Gucheng, you actually took time out to come here. This is Hong Qi from the Beggars' Sect. Which monk is this? Who are these two?" Tianmen God's eyes were slightly dimmed, he put away some of his arrogance, and looked at them silently.

"Shaolin Xuancheng." The tall monk said solemnly.

"It seems that Shaolin has really found a new master." The general said disdainfully.

“Amitabha, the Ming Dynasty is the orthodox Chinese nation, so our Shaolin will naturally help with all its strength.” Xuan Cheng said frankly.

"Hypocrisy." The general snorted coldly.

Xuan Cheng said no more, looking calm and composed, as if he didn't need to explain.

"Xie Xiaofeng from Shenjian Villa." The heroic man holding the sword said calmly.

"Yan Shisan, I came here when I heard there was an opponent strong enough to kill." A man in black, who looked like he came from the depths of hell, looked at the people opposite him as if he was looking at prey.

"Kill." The general looked at the sixth wave of artillery shells being fired and without wasting any more time, he shouted and took the lead.

The ten great masters immediately started fighting each other.

Ouyang Feng and Hong Qi, the old rivals, fought each other.

Ye Gucheng stabbed Pojun with a sword.

Xie Xiaofeng pointed his sword at Ren Tianxing.

Xuan Cheng dealt with the high priest of the Jin Kingdom.

Yan Shisan looked at the magic sword coldly, with murderous intent all over his body, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, especially at this moment on this battlefield.

These martial arts masters were unable to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, and were suppressed by the military strength of both sides.

Only Yan Shisan became stronger here.

The general, who had been somewhat contemptuous, became serious and felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

This person is not simple. It takes a lot of words, but in fact, the battle between the two sides only lasted for a few short breaths.

Four great masters at their highest levels were fighting in mid-air.

Ten grand masters fought on the ground, and the powerful aftermath swept in all directions.

And their battlefield was also moving towards the Ming army.

It's not that the Ming army's strong side is weak, but that the attacking side is proactive and the blocking side is passive.

The strong men on the Jin side wanted to shift the battlefield to the Ming army, use the aftermath of their battle to disrupt the Ming army's formation, which would be beneficial to the Jin cavalry's charge.

“Bang~!!”

The eighth wave of artillery shells was fired and once again exploded in the flood of Jin troops.

At this time, more than 10,000 Jin soldiers had died.

The morale of its front troops was further weakened.

But it is impossible to stop, because the flood behind will push the front forward.

In order to cross this road of death, the Jin army had to accelerate in advance, which naturally disrupted the offensive rhythm of the Jin army.

But there is no other way. I can only do this at the moment and charge forward.

"They are indeed brave and courageous." In the center of the army, Li Jing said softly as he watched the Jin army charging.

He looked at the three battlefields in the sky, in the air, and below, and said in a firm tone: "It seems that this is the strength of the Jin Man side.

In order to avoid heavy losses to the army, there is no need to wait any longer.

"Master Wuming, Knight Lang, thank you for your help."

"Ah."

"polite."

A calm, gentle voice with a hint of sadness.

A calm, majestic, heroic and unrestrained voice.

Two figures, one blue and one yellow, appeared in mid-air.

In an instant, it seemed as if two swords appeared between heaven and earth.

Without saying much, they each attacked Wanyan Zongmou and Wanyan Zongbing.

These two people relied on the power of the army to improve themselves and suppress the opponent, which enabled them to fight against Wang Chongyang and his companions.

The sudden addition of two Grand Masters at the highest level shocked them. They were beaten back repeatedly, looking extremely ugly.

This sudden change surprised both the Ming and Jin sides.

The morale of the Ming army was boosted again.

On the Jin army side, anyone who understood the situation felt under tremendous pressure.

On the Grandmaster battlefield, Ouyang Feng, Po Jun, and Ren Tianxing's eyes flickered and their momentum slowed down.

"Okay, the Ming Dynasty is indeed very powerful. They easily transferred two Grandmasters and three Grandmasters. Maybe I don't need to take action. That's good. I can explain it to the Song court."

"As long as Grand Commander Wang is not defeated, the outcome is already decided, and there is no need for us to help."

"Hahaha, good, we'll be able to beat the downed dog soon."

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In all directions, most of the people who were watching the fight secretly were overjoyed, and various voices rose and fell.

"You can actually mobilize so much power!"

High in the sky, Wanyan Aguda's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief.

“Is it a lot?” On the other side, Wang Shouren raised his hand to block the attack and said calmly, “For you, it may be a lot.

But for our Ming Dynasty, it is just a part of the power that was randomly extracted."

Emperor Shitian and Wanyan Aguda's breathing stagnated and they felt suffocated in their chests.

"Try your best and kill him." Emperor Shitian shouted coldly.

"Kill." Wanyan Aguda said nothing, and the aura on his body seemed to be burning.

He knew that he was bound to lose this battle, and the only way to turn the situation around was from them.

As long as they defeat Wang Shouren, they will still win this battle.

"boom!!!"

Emperor Shitian and Wanyan Aguda attacked with all their strength. From below, they looked like two huge suns pressing down on Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren was immediately forced to take a few steps back. Under the worried gazes of some people, he sighed slightly: "I really still can't fight."

He looked up at the two people opposite him and shook his head, "I wanted to use you as my opponents to learn how to fight? It would also be a surprise for His Majesty.

But I’m really not good at fighting, so I won’t fight.”

Emperor Shitian and Wanyan Aguda's eyes flashed. What did Wang Shouren mean?
Then they saw Wang Shouren raise his hands.

"Boom~!"

Endless roars rolled, and the sky was filled with red air, as if it was blending with the invisible force of the army.

In an instant, it turned into a huge army, surrounding Emperor Shitian and Wanyan Aguda.

The red war horses, the red soldiers, each soldier is lifelike. They are individuals, but their aura is integrated, like a whole.

The iron-blooded murderous aura rushed straight into the sky. At this moment, the world within a radius of dozens of miles seemed to be quiet.

Countless eyes could not help but look up into the sky, at the tens of thousands of iron-blooded soldiers who looked like heavenly soldiers and generals.

"Let them fight with you."

Wang Shouren said calmly, and it was like a signal, and the iron-blooded army moved.

A pair of eyes that seemed real and full of murderous intent opened, a faint light bloomed, and swords and guns were raised.

charge!

(Chapter 1.)
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