The heavens begin to realize the Tao and become gods from the divine carving

Chapter 167

Rest in the restaurant for one night, bring enough dry food, and continue on the road the next day.

The weather is nice today, the sky is blue.

He ran all the way to the end at noon and stopped by the side of the road to rest.

Just as he was eating dry food, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes, wheels and scolding.

The voices were quite chaotic, and there must have been a lot of people coming.

Jiang Chen followed the sound, went up a slope, first saw the horse's head protruding, and then saw a figure.

Finally, I saw clearly that it was a group of Mongolian Dazi who were driving away ordinary people.

This group of people was dressed in rags, their faces were tired and their eyes were a little numb. The Mongolian Tartars were whipping them with leather whips.

The number of Mongolian Tartars is large, estimated at 500, and there are hundreds of civilians captured.

The Mongolian Tartars are all physically strong, while ordinary people are thin and thin.

The Mongol Tartars had fierce expressions, while ordinary people were helpless, desperate, dazed and even numb.

This group of ordinary people will be sent to do coolies by the Mongolian Tartars, such as building walls, making weapons or raising horses, etc...

The craftsmen in the vicinity were all captured.

At this moment, Jiang Chen saw an uncle with a cane in this group of people. Although he had problems with his legs and feet, his eyes were bright and his movements were stronger than normal people. This person possessed good martial arts.

Suddenly an old man couldn't support himself and fell down. A Mongolian man came and beat him with a whip. A teenage boy begged hard, but the Mongolian man was not softened.

Suddenly the Mongolian Tatar drew out his scimitar and slashed at the old man. Some people were afraid to close their eyes.

Just when everyone thought that the old man was certain to die, a stone came from an unknown direction and pierced the Mongolian Tartar's throat with domineering force, even shattering the larynx.

The Mongolian Tartar fell to the ground and died instantly.

The crippled uncle looked surprised, and he had "snap fingers". With such skill, could it be that the old man came from the master.

He looked around excitedly, and the other Mongolian Tatars also became nervous and looked around looking for the sneak attacker.

Finally they saw a person sitting on the side of the road, he was eating dry food, could it be him!
But this boy is a few feet away from them, how did he do it.

The lame uncle also looked suspicious.

It is absolutely impossible to be him, such a long distance, even the master does not have this skill.

"Several of you went over to catch him and ask him."

Four or five Mongolian Tartars came running towards Jiang Chen on horseback.

When they arrived at Jiang Chen's side, they sat on the horse and looked down upon them, asking domineeringly, "Did you do it, did you kill him?"

Jiang Chen continued to eat dry food and did not answer his words.

"How dare you ignore us presumptuously."

A man held up a horsewhip high up and wanted to beat Jiang Chen, but a flash of sword light flashed, and the Mongolian Tartar who raised the horsewhip had a fine sword mark on his neck, and then fell off the horse.The other Mongolian Tartars didn't see what was going on.

"You killed him!"

"Go and accompany him too."

Before they could react, the long sword was like an autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and the long sword spun rapidly. In the blink of an eye, several people fell off the horse one after another clutching their necks.

The lame uncle drew his sword too quickly with a shocked expression on his face.

Jiang Chen walked slowly towards the middle of the road, dragging his long sword on the ground, and looked at the Mongolian Tartars with a provocative face.

"kill him."

"Kill..."

Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers charged forward with weapons in their hands, and the crippled uncle looked worried.

This boy must have something to do with the master, I can't just sit idly by.

He suddenly violently hit a Mongolian soldier beside him with the crutch in his hand.

The captured people panicked and fled around like frightened birds.

Hundreds of Mongolian soldiers quickly arrived, Jiang Chen advanced instead of retreating, and killed the Mongolian soldier in front of him with one sword, and then used his peerless light kung fu to dodge the attack. Every time a sword is used, a Mongolian soldier dies.

Jiang Chen was deeply surrounded, facing the dense and non-stop attacks, he used his strength to deal with it, this was the first time he used his full strength when confronting the enemy.

In the world of martial arts, there can be at most a hundred enemies with extremely high martial arts skills. If there are tens of thousands of soldiers, if the extremely masters do not find a chance to escape, they will eventually exhaust themselves and be killed.

Facing hundreds of strong Mongolian Tartars at this time, if he is not serious, he will simply court death.

Jiang Chen's sword was too fast, and his movement was too nimble and elegant, like a butterfly wearing flowers.

His figure came and went, one sword at a time, and as time went by, there were more and more corpses around him.

On the other side, the lame uncle was also deeply surrounded, but the number of Mongolian soldiers surrounding him was no more than 50, but he fought very hard, which looked very dangerous.

As time went by, Jiang Chen's true energy and physical strength were rapidly consumed. These Mongol Tartars were so vicious that they had no fear of life and death, and rushed forward one by one.

In the time of a cup of tea, 70 to [-] people have become his souls under the sword.

After practicing "Dragon Elephant Boruo Gong", his strength has increased a lot, and his endurance has also become stronger. Anyone who collides with his long sword will paralyze his arm.

The lame uncle was accidentally stabbed in the arm, and he was in deep danger at this time, but Jiang Chen was surrounded and unable to take care of him for the time being.

As the "thirteen deadly swords" continued to repeat, the thirteen swords decreased one by one, and after half an hour there was no trace of the "thirteen deadly swords".

But at this time, Jiang Chen unexpectedly entered a mysterious state during the fierce fight. In this state, his thinking was more agile than usual, and some problems before him suddenly became clear.

And his swordsmanship looks very ordinary, but every sword is extremely wonderful, every sword he uses is done at will, not limited to moves and routines, it looks very easy.

Unexpectedly, in this kind of extreme fighting, he actually broke through the realm of swordsmanship. He had already reached the realm of the sword demon Dugu Qiubai in his later years. Anything can be turned into a sword.

"Breakthrough..."

The trajectory of the long sword is unpredictable. They seemed to be killed when they saw the sword but couldn't see it, and died in panic one by one.

Hundreds of people let Jiang Chen hack and kill like lifeless scarecrows, the originally fierce Mongol Tartars were actually frightened in their hearts, and the idea of ​​running away was born in their hearts.

Jiang Chen's figure flashed, a sword slashed across, and three Mongolian soldiers fell down with their necks covered in horror.

After killing more than 200 people, Jiang Chen's true energy and physical strength were almost at the limit. If he didn't break through the realm, he would find a way to escape.

Before, I still overestimated my ability, thinking that my martial arts is the best in the world today, and I can still deal with hundreds of Mongol Tartars, but I didn't know how difficult it was until I really faced the enemy.

These Mongol Tartars are strong and experienced, and any one of them can deal with a few ordinary people. It is not as simple as one plus one when hundreds of people line up to kill them at the same time.

(End of this chapter)