The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Before the Mongol soldiers could unleash their full power, Wang Jiuling swept his longsword, breaking the spears in front of him and causing them to stagger.

He then seized the opportunity to push off with his feet, leaping two or three zhang high into the air.

The innate true energy is continuous and inexhaustible, ensuring that even when charging into enemy lines, one can maintain one's breath.

Wang Jiuling quickly gathered his strength and pressed down with his palm.

boom!

The force of his palm sent hordes of Mongol soldiers staggering back, bleeding profusely, their broken spears falling to the ground.

Suddenly, a vacuum appeared on the ground ahead.

At the same time, the five wheels of the Golden Wheel Monk struck, but Wang Jiuling did not even turn around.

He used his longsword to block the two most threatening wheels, gold and silver.

As for the remaining three or so wheels that came at him, he didn't dodge them anymore, and simply used his protective inner energy to withstand them.

Mwah!

The wheel struck Wang Jiuling, causing his robes to flutter and his protective inner energy to ripple.

Under the horrified gaze of the Golden Wheel Monk, Wang Jiuling didn't utter a sound, and the moment he landed, he took another step forward.

Mongol soldiers fell in droves, and Wang Jiuling landed, finally finding himself no longer standing on a dense array of spears, but on the ground he could use for leverage.

clap clap clap!

Wang Jiuling quickly stomped his feet to gather strength, and by the time the Golden Wheel Monk reacted, Wang Jiuling's body was already airborne, passing directly over the heads of the Mongol soldiers who had surrounded him again.

The Mongol soldier looked up in surprise, his spear pointing upwards, but he couldn't touch Wang Jiuling at all.

Despite his best efforts, the Golden Wheel Dharma King was still a step too late.

"You bastard!"

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he cursed angrily, the image of Wang Jiuling charging into battle before Xiangyang City flashing through his mind.

Hurry up and catch up.

In the distance, at the location of the central army camp, Kublai Khan and others stood on high ground, peering out to observe the situation on the battlefield.

"How could this happen?"

Kublai Khan was surprised.

Last time in front of Xiangyang City, he thought it was because of his carelessness, but he didn't expect Wang Jiuling to suddenly appear.

In addition, the battlefield was wide open and the soldiers were scattered. He only had his personal guards by his side, which is why he couldn't do anything to Wang Jiuling.

This time, however, he was well-prepared, the military camp was small, and the soldiers concentrated their attack.

Not to mention that the Golden Wheel Monk's martial arts skills had greatly improved, yet he still couldn't stop him?

Is that correct?

Didn't the Golden Wheel Monk say that he was similar to Wang Jiuling?

Is this what you call "almost there"?

What shocked Kublai Khan even more was that when the Mongol soldiers' spears pierced Wang Jiuling, they could at most stop him from advancing, but could not harm him.

What kind of martial art is this? Invulnerable to swords and spears?

That's so unreasonable!

Soon, Kublai Khan's expression changed, because he realized that Wang Jiuling was actually heading in this direction.

"Stop it!"

At his command, the surrounding Mongol soldiers immediately assembled in great numbers and stood in front of him.

More than twenty shields, each as tall as a person, were erected, one row at the bottom and one row at the top.

They were surrounded by enemy forces, leaving only a small area for observation.

Several tall and burly Mongol men behind Kublai Khan also carried shields and blocked him firmly.

Tatata!

At the forefront of the battlefield stood a line of fierce cavalry, their hooves pounding the ground, ready for battle.

Kublai Khan did almost everything he could.

This was all to prevent Wang Jiuling from entering.

At the same time, he didn't want to flee in such a sorry state as he had before in front of Xiangyang City.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling, surrounded by Mongol soldiers, remained completely unharmed.

As long as the Mongol soldiers dared to create even a little distance between themselves and him.

He could immediately use his light-footed skills to glide over their heads for a distance.

They could only press forward, not letting Wang Jiuling be so comfortable.

Boom!

Mongol soldiers kept flying out, knocking down those behind them.

The Golden Wheel Monk finally caught up and engaged Wang Jiuling in battle once again.

At this moment, the Golden Wheel Monk's forehead veins bulged, and his face flushed red. "Qingyangzi! Prepare to die!!"

He used almost all his strength, maneuvering the five wheels wildly as they hurtled towards Wang Jiuling.

Wang Jiuling used his protective inner energy and movement techniques to forcefully block the wheel, and then held his longsword horizontally.

The two exchanged more than a dozen blows in the blink of an eye, but the difference in skill level was still clearly visible.

The Golden Wheel Monk's martial arts skills are truly formidable now, but the more he fought, the more flustered he became. He couldn't adapt his moves and only attacked directly, which ultimately led to his death from the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Even Wang Jiuling's defense couldn't be broken.

Wang Jiuling suddenly stomped forward.

A terrifying sword aura swept across, and even though the Golden Wheel Monk was on guard, his left arm was still slashed open.

He was so frightened that he stepped back, but as soon as he retreated, Wang Jiuling moved again, his body rising into the air and heading towards Kublai Khan's direction.

With Jinlun retreating, and without this expert restraining them, the Mongol soldiers below swung their spears, but couldn't even touch the hem of Wang Jiuling's clothes.

He could only watch helplessly as a gust of wind swept past his head, and then watch Wang Jiuling disappear into the distance.

This young Qingyang Zhenren has now reached the pinnacle of martial arts, truly stepping into its peak.

Alone with his sword, he charged into the vast army, rampaging through it as if it were empty.

Wang Jiuling is not Zhang Wuji; he doesn't understand the concept of being soft-hearted.

Seeing that he was about to lose his strength and there was nowhere to put his foot down, Wang Jiuling did not hesitate and stepped directly on the head of a Mongolian captain.

Crack! The sound of bones breaking rang out.

With tremendous force, the centurion's neck snapped, and his body was sent flying backward.

Wang Jiuling also used the force to lift himself into the air again.

The Golden Wheel Monk behind him was jumping up and down in anxiety, but he couldn't be as unrestrained as Wang Jiuling.

He could occasionally catch up with Wang Jiuling, but he couldn't stop the latter at all. Each time, he had to retreat after a dozen or so moves.

This left the Golden Wheel Monk in a truly sorry state. He was panting heavily as he chased after him, while Wang Jiuling seemed to have no need to breathe.

"Damn Qingyangzi! Are you even human?!"

The Golden Wheel Monk should be thankful that his martial arts skills have greatly improved, otherwise he would have had no chance to stop Wang Jiuling. He would have been killed long ago.

As the streak of blue rapidly approached, the infantry were powerless to stop it.

"Scatter! Archers, prepare!"

Kublai Khan acted decisively, inwardly cursing the Golden Wheel Monk as a useless fool, and immediately gave the order.

The messenger waved his command flag.

The infantry formation below quickly and orderly dispersed to both sides.

Archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, while cavalrymen were also ready.

The Golden Wheel Monk could read the command flag and, without hesitation, ran to the side to dodge the arrows.

Hee hee hee—!

The warhorses of the Mongol cavalrymen neighed.

It would take time for the infantry to disperse, but Wang Jiuling was already not far from Kublai Khan's position.

We cannot shoot arrows now, but we need to get Wang Jiuling to stop.

The command flag was changed again, and the cavalry charged toward Wang Jiuling.

We must use mobility to delay.

Wang Jiuling had a rough idea of ​​what Kublai Khan was thinking, but he did not back down.

As long as the Golden Wheel Monk doesn't interfere, it's the best opportunity.

These cavalrymen were well-prepared; as they charged, the riders on either side were carrying fishing nets in their arms.

Copper balls were tied to the four corners of the fishing net.

As the horse surged forward, the burly Mongolian rider strained. "Hah!!"

Using the speed and momentum of their horses, they suddenly threw their fishing nets into the air ahead.

The fishing net suddenly spread out, sealing off the space above to prevent Wang Jiuling from taking off.

At the same time, the cavalryman in the middle used the momentum of the charge to throw his short spear at Wang Jiuling.

The short spears were not part of a large-scale arrow rain, so there was no risk of friendly fire. Their only purpose at this moment was to stop Wang Jiuling and buy time for the infantry to change formation.

If Wang Jiuling retreats, he will only continue to be besieged; if he advances, he will have to withstand these attacks head-on.

Even if he can cope, the infantry on both sides can take the opportunity to spread out, and the cavalry can also create space due to their mobility.

At that time, a rain of arrows awaited Wang Jiuling.

Kublai Khan stood on the high platform.

He wasn't stupid; he naturally realized that Wang Jiuling's blatant return was an attempt to embarrass him in public.

Kublai Khan had never seen such an arrogant person. What did he mean? Did he think his Mongol central army camp was a marketplace? Such provocation?

This angered Kublai Khan.

"Stop him for me!!"