Reflect the world

Chapter 157 The Death of the Golden Wheel Fawang (Second Update)
"Guo Chengzhu, step back!"

Tang Xuanming gave orders indifferently, and the long robe on his body was thrown away by him, revealing the cold armor inside.

Guo Jing swung the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms silently, forcing the King of the Golden Wheel back, and performed the lightness skill recorded in the Nine Yin Manual, the snake-shaped raccoon turning technique, the movement was so fast that the whole person walked on the ground like a snake, Pulling the young man who confronted Daerba, he passed by.

Jinlun Fawang knew something was wrong, and he followed Guo Jing's steps like a shadow.

But before he could catch up, a rain of crossbow arrows flew down, sealing off all his hiding spaces.

He raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, took off the robe on his body, and used it as a spear to block countless arrows, even so, there were still sporadic arrows piercing his body.

The crossbow arrows that can pierce cowhide can only pierce his body surface, but cannot penetrate deeply, which makes the martial arts people watching from a distance startled.

However, many imperial guards just pushed back indifferently, and the reserve team who had already loaded their crossbows stepped forward, firing another round of arrows.

"Roar!"

Daerba was far from the powerful internal strength and physique of Jinlun Fawang. The first round of crossbow arrows left him covered with scars and bleeding all over the ground.

The second crossbow shot down again, completely turning him into a hedgehog. He roared and rushed towards the surrounding Imperial Forest Army.

What greeted us was only cold arrows. This Mongolian master, who already had a first-class master in the martial arts world, with extremely amazing internal strength and physique, had no chance to get close to the Imperial Forest Army under such rounds of crossbow arrows.

He fell to the ground one zhang away from the Imperial Forest Army, like a dying tiger, let out a deep roar, and he did not show the slightest fear until his death. Such a warrior moved even the martial arts heroes in the distance.

Tang Xuanming, who sat on the highest place indifferently, nodded and said, "Bury this brave man with honor!"

The Royal Forest Army nodded silently, like weapons one after another, nothing unusual.

Every time Jinlun Fawang in the center of the open space made an attack, he would be forced back by a rain of arrows. When he wanted to block the arrows forcefully and charge again.

Guo Jing, who has bought time, will appear in front of him to attack, and the resounding dragon chant resounds beside him, making no one dare to rush forward.

"collapse!"

Tang Xuanming was holding a big bow that was as tall as him, and when the bowstring was stretched to the full by him, what would collapse would be an arrow.

His timing was so clever that it happened to be in the blind spot of Jinlun Fawang's vision. Just when his old power was gone and new power was not born, when Jinlun Fawang found out, the arrow had already arrived at his side. , pierced through his left rib, making him let out a cry of pain, and almost collapsed to the ground.

Tang Xuanming himself is a top expert, and he understands that these martial arts masters are extremely sensitive to crises, so his arrows never directly attack Jinlun Fawang's Achilles' heel, but instead use blunt knives to cut flesh from Jinlun Fawang bit by bit. A piece of flesh and blood was torn off from his body, and the blood of this powerful beast was drained little by little.

Like a frog boiled in warm water, every time Jinlun Fawang wanted to risk his life to attack, Tang Xuanming's arrow and Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms would make him have to back up and return to the center of the field.

And as the arrows rained down, it became more and more difficult for him to dodge and move, and his surroundings seemed to usher in a bumper harvest of rice, all densely packed with arrows.

And the speed of Jinlun Fawang's flickering and moving is getting slower and slower.

"collapse!"

Following Tang Xuanming's attack again, Jinlun Fawang couldn't dodge in time, and was pierced through his calf by another arrow. Finally, he no longer rushed wildly in the field, but sat cross-legged in the field, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the Buddha's name.

"Keep shooting arrows!"

Tang Xuanming keenly felt that there was still a vitality in Jinlun Fawang's body that was still twisting in his body. If someone approached him at this time, he would be able to maintain the strongest blow.

Even the five masters of the Central Plains would be seriously injured by this fatal blow. This is a blow that he risked all his life, and it will definitely reach the peak in history.

Tang Xuanming has already sensed this situation, and he will not move forward.

Just looking at him indifferently, Jinlun Fawang finally stopped pretending after hearing the cold order, and his exposed skin faintly turned pale gold.

Staring at Tang Xuanming with extremely terrifying eyes, with a single step, a big hole exploded in the ground instantly, and the distance of nearly ten feet between Tang Xuanming and Tang Xuanming was instantly bridged.

The power of the dragon elephant contained in his body erupted with a world-beating blow, which would not be inferior to his strength at the peak moment when he reached the tenth level of the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Skill, and this blow also took away all the vitality in his body and vitality.

Regardless of whether the person in front of this blow is dead or alive, he cannot survive.

"How could Mongolian Si just die so aggrieved? If he didn't drag on a privy envoy, he wouldn't be sorry for me!"

He was roaring in his heart, roaring.

Guo Jing just stood there silently, he felt a terrifying sword aura emanating from the privy envoy, the ancient sword aura was so strong, he had never seen it before.

The whole rivers and lakes are carrying swords on their backs, but people who can really have such a sword will can't be seen in the whole rivers and lakes.

The world of swordsmen has long passed, and this era belongs to internal forces.

"puff!"

Jinlun Fawang's punch stayed between Tang Xuanming's eyebrows, but it never touched Tang Xuanming.

The sword pinned to the wooden handle at Tang Xuanming's waist had come out of his body. The sword that was ridiculed by ordinary knight-errants was shining with cold light, and pierced through Jinlun Fawang's powerful body in an instant.

Guo Jing, who was far away, sighed, "Good sword."

That is indeed a good sword, its style is different from today's, it is more like an ancient sword from the pre-Qin period, its shape is simple, but its sharpness remains unchanged.

Qin Shi Mingyue Famous Sword Ranking No. [-], Tianwen, Tang Xuanming easily pierced his chest with a sword when he was introductory to Yihuangfa.

At the same time, because of this sword, he brought this sword to the altar, and now it is pinned to his waist as he descends.

The silver-haired old man who saw this scene almost trembled and fell from the tree. He never imagined that such an extremely famous sword would be pinned in the wooden sheath.

That cold light is enough to shame any famous sword in this era, it is the arrogance of Qin Shimingyue belonging to the world of Zhongwu.

In a world where various strange secret arts such as yin and yang, mechanism, etc. exist, Tianwen can still be ranked as the number one sword in the world.

"Chong!"

Tang Xuanming put his sword back into its sheath indifferently, and was pierced through his brain by a sword. Jinlun Fawang, who was supposed to lose his breath, calmly left his last words.

"The iron hooves of the Great Mongol Kingdom will be crushed. All your pride, they will kill you, rape your wives and daughters, and sing on your beds..."

"Chop off his head and send it to Lin'an City, let those literati take a look at the demeanor of the Great Master of the Song Dynasty, I hope they don't pee their pants."

Dong Jian beside Tang Xuanming sneered and cut off the head of King Jinlun Fawang with a sword, and put it in a box full of lime.

The head of the Mongolian National Teacher is enough for him to be promoted to a noble.

(End of this chapter)