Playing with fantasy beasts in the martial arts world

Chapter 92 The Great Sheep Riot

Guo Jing tucked the small medicine bottle back into his pocket, looked at Jinlun Fawang seriously, and said, "I can fight you for three days and three nights!"

"How long can you hold out?"

The Golden Wheel Monk knew that Guo Jing was saying he was old.

Although the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is indeed very powerful, allowing a man in his seventies to still have strong bones and muscles and unparalleled strength, it is still just a mortal martial art, not a divine means. Once his qi and blood are severely depleted, the bones and muscles that he has been forcibly supporting will collapse faster than imagined.

“It won’t take too long, just hold you off for an hour or two!” said the Golden Wheel Monk.

Before he could finish speaking, a figure swept over, and with a burst of sword energy, the Mongol soldiers who had stormed the city wall were killed one after another.

The Golden Wheel Monk's gaze turned cold, and he wanted to stop him. However, Guo Jing was watching him closely. If he showed the slightest weakness, Guo Jing's newly healed hand would unleash unimaginable violence and crush him directly.

At this moment, it was naturally Qi Shaoshang who made the move.

Having eaten a Grass-type skill fruit, Qi Shaoshang has grown a new arm, but he can't use it at full strength yet, so he has been in seclusion for the past few days.

Now that he has broken through the barrier, his skill is even greater than before, and his swordsmanship is so sharp that he already has the air of a grandmaster.

Several top-tier martial arts experts who had been bribed followed the Mongol soldiers in a surprise attack on the city wall, but they were all easily killed or repelled by Qi Shaoshang.

"What an amazing swordsmanship!"

"This person must be Qi Shaoshang, the Nine-Appearance Divine Dragon!"

"Rumors say he lost an arm, but it seems... the rumors are untrue," said the Golden Wheel Monk.

He kept watching Guo Jing's expression, trying to glean something from it.

However, although Guo Jing, who was nearly fifty years old, did not change his kind and honest nature, he was by no means a young man in his twenties who could be so easily seen through.

"So what if there's one more Nine-Manifestation Divine Dragon?"

“Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong are both restless people. They have long since fled to some other world through the interdimensional gate. But our Mongolia is different. We can recruit many experts and even form alliances with the Yuan Court of other worlds to borrow experts from them. Qi Shaoshang is no match for us!” said the Golden Wheel Monk.

In fact, the Golden Wheel Monk really wanted to subdue and persuade Guo Jing to surrender.

Because of Guo Jing's unique identity, and because he was the Mongolian national teacher in this world, he felt immense pressure.

Judging solely from the timeline, there was also the lurking Phagpa master behind him, watching him with predatory eyes.

He was appointed as the Imperial Preceptor by Möngke Khan, while Phagpa was appointed as the Imperial Preceptor by Kublai Khan.

When this extends to the heavens, the contrast becomes even stronger. There are many Mongol national teachers with extraordinary strength and methods who serve as comparisons. If he cannot achieve anything, he will appear to be a very incompetent national teacher.

Guo Jing remained unmoved by Jinlun Fawang's words.

He simply replied, "Xiangyang City, we must defend it whether we can or cannot. We will only face death anyway, so what is there to fear?"

The Golden Wheel Monk was awestruck by Guo Jing's heroic spirit and could only laugh heartily: "Well done, Guo Jing! In that case, I have no choice but to grant your wish."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the battle was about to resume. Suddenly, a large number of strange sheep with round, plump bodies, about half a person's height, and jet-black faces leaped onto the city wall. They specifically targeted the Mongol soldiers who were strong and skilled, charging towards them, and then strange red lights suddenly emanated from their bodies.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
With each explosion, the Mongol elites who had finally made it onto the city wall fell to the ground, their flesh and blood mangled.

More strange sheep surged forward, bombarding not only the Mongol soldiers on the city walls but also the siege engines and the many Mongol soldiers below. They exploded amidst the Mongol soldiers, like one fearless suicide soldier after another, carrying explosives and charging towards the densely packed enemy ranks.

This bizarre and bloody counterattack caught the invaders completely off guard. The number of these strange sheep seemed to never decrease. Although not many surged up at once, after a batch died, their corpses would disappear, and then before long, another batch would surge up, seemingly endless.

In the stronghold of Xiangyang City, Cha Nan, who had returned and already made a trip to the world of mythical beasts, was constantly changing the mythical beast in her work list, namely Mian Youyou.

These large numbers of cotton puddings were all captured by Cha Nan earlier.

After all, catching Cotton Yo-yo is a long-term job. As long as you have enough Palo Balls, you can keep catching them until you have collected all the attributes that can be obtained from ordinary mythical beasts.

Nowadays, those cotton-like characters with poor attributes have all been moved by Cha Nan to the martial arts world stronghold, placed in the stronghold space, and rotated in the work column.

The Palu working within the base also follow orders and are primarily responsible for both offensive and defensive operations.

Furthermore, their activity space will not be restricted to the area of ​​their stronghold.

When Chanan gave them the order, they swarmed onto the city wall and began their bombing offensive.

Cotton-like creatures died off in waves, and Cha Nan replaced them in waves. Before all the replacements were complete, the first batch of dead creatures would be resurrected.

After all, the resurrection time of a mythical beast is only ten minutes. Currently, Cha Nan has stored about two hundred Cotton Wanderers in his stronghold in the martial arts world. Considering the time difference between when they run from Liu Mansion to the city wall, they can be rotated about seven or eight times before the first batch is resurrected.

In reality, the self-destruction attacks of the Mongol soldiers did not cause too much damage. Compared to the casualties of a war, the Mongol soldiers killed only a very small number of them.

But their method of attack is terrifying.

It darted into the crowd and then exploded, fast and powerful... How many ordinary soldiers could withstand that?
Moreover, the scene looked extremely bizarre, greatly dampening the morale of the Mongol side.

Some Mongol soldiers even suspected that this was a punishment from the Eternal Heaven, since those strange sheep were highly symbolic in the eyes of many Mongol soldiers.

Although not all Mongolians worship sheep, sheep are indeed closely related to their lives. Whether it is for eating meat, using wool to make clothes, divination, exorcism, priesthood, or as gifts and betrothal gifts, sheep have an irreplaceable role.

Now that the sheep has charged into the army and killed so many Mongol soldiers by self-destruction, what is this if not punishment?
Some of the Mongol soldiers, whose willpower was not strong, began to flee in panic, shouting "the curse of the Eternal Heaven" and dropping their weapons. But they did not escape death; the rear guard would shoot or hack them to death with precision.

But soon the supervising team also erupted in chaos!
A giant, monstrous eagle, carrying a man, descended from the sky and began wreaking havoc among the troops supervising the battle.

A heavy sword can roam freely, and anyone who gets near it will be injured, and anyone who touches it will die.

The power of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword was maximized on the battlefield.

Although it is a sword, it is not sharpened, and it is heavy and powerful. A single slash is no less powerful than being crushed by a heavy hammer, guaranteed to break bones and rupture internal organs.

As the supervisory team also began to fall into disarray, the previously halted rout resumed, and the entire front began to collapse.

"Out of the city! Pursue!" A loud female voice rang out, and then a flag was raised high on the city wall of Xiangyang, the flamboyant character 'Yang' gleaming in the sunlight.

Then a female general in silver armor leaped down from the city wall and landed on the back of a black warhorse, holding a gleaming silver spear. She was heroic and valiant, with unparalleled sharpness!
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