Yin Zhiping from The Condor Heroes, Immortality Begins from The Condor Heroes

Wulianghetai also felt that what Mandulatu said was too stupid, but he didn't want to pay attention to him and let him be. However, in his heart, he regarded him as someone with whom he should not have a close relationship.

Didn't you realize that even someone of his status treated King Jinlun with courtesy? And yet you're so impertinent to him? If it weren't for your status, he'd have no trouble killing you.

Wulianghetai and King Jinlun turned around and returned to the tent, while Mandulatu went to arrange to clean up the mess.

"Wulian Hetai, be careful Yin Zhiping will come again tonight."

If it was only Mantulatu, King Jinlun would not have said this and would have kept out of the matter.

In other words, Wulianghetai was quite nice to him, so King Jinlun kindly reminded him.

"You mean, with the energy consumed by the moves just now, that sword immortal will be able to launch another move later?"

Wulianghetai had just sat down, and before he could even settle down, he was so shocked by King Jinlun's words that he couldn't help but stand up again.

The scene of sword rain just now was already a divine act, which made him sigh that there was only a wrong name, but no wrong nickname.

The title of Sword Immortal is well deserved!

Now you tell me that a move with such power is just a small move that can be used again after a short rest?

Is Sword Immortal his nickname or his identity?

"If the rumors are true, then what I said should be correct."

King Jinlun also came to this conclusion based on rumors in the martial arts world.

Wulianghetai knew that since King Jinlun had spoken, it meant that the other party was more inclined to this possibility.

In the world of martial arts, they are the masters, and no one understands the masters of the same level better than them.

Adhering to the principle of being cautious and believing it is better to believe it, Wulianghetai did not dare to be careless and turned around and walked out of the tent again.

Wulianghetai was going to find Mandulatu and ask him to be prepared, at least to disperse the army a little to avoid being attacked in one fell swoop. He also wanted to send a few skilled people to watch over the food and war horses.

After all, this is Mandulatu's territory. It is not easy for Wulianghetai to give orders directly without going through Mandulatu on some matters. That would be like trying to seize power, and it would easily make Mandulatu, a brainless guy, think too much, which would cause more trouble.

More importantly, if Yin Zhiping really comes again later, then Wulianghetai will have to consider whether to take out a few cards in advance and get rid of this so-called sword immortal first.

Chapter 123 Wulianghetai's trump card

When Wulianghetai found Mandulatu, he was listening to his subordinates reporting the number of casualties.

"What are the casualties?"

Wulianghetai happened to be there, and since he saw it, he didn't want to wait any longer. He really wanted to know how many casualties the immortal had caused.

The subordinate who was reporting did not continue to report immediately, but looked at Mandulatu.

After all, Mandulatu is his direct superior.

"Go on."

Mandulatu was very satisfied with his men's performance, but he still had to speak out.

"Yes, 4186 casualties, 3648 injured. All of the casualties were caused by accidental injuries while trying to escape, or by being trampled, or by horses being frightened. The number of missing persons is still being counted, but it's probably over 300."

The amount of losses made Mandulatu furious.

These casualties are almost comparable to those during the capture of Wen City, and this was just the result of one sword move.

Wulianghetai regretted not listening to King Jinlun's advice immediately and sending people to kill the sword immortal.

However, according to King Jinlun's guess, there is a high possibility that the other party will come again tonight, so there is still a chance.

"Mandulatu, we suspect Yin Zhiping will come again tonight. Make arrangements. No matter what method you use, I don't want to see such a huge loss again."

Wulianghetai gave a direct order, with only one requirement for Mandulatu: to reduce the damage.

"Are we just going to be passive defenders? So many people died. I can't swallow this."

Mandulatu felt a little depressed.

"Hmph, be aware of your identity. Are you going to disobey my orders?"

Wulianghetai now doesn't give Mandulatu any face at all. He was polite to you before because this is your territory, you lead the army, and he still needs you, so he doesn't want to seize power.

But that doesn't mean you can question my decision.

"Yes, I dare not."

Mandulatu quickly stood up straight and said respectfully.

"I'll handle Yin Zhiping's situation myself, so don't worry about it."

Wulianghetai waved his hand and turned back to the tent.

Mandulatu did not dare to delay and gathered people to find a way to reduce casualties under that kind of tactics.

But he was not convinced in his heart. He felt that if he found Yin Zhiping's trace, the Mongolian cavalry's charge would definitely put him in a life-or-death situation.

As he thought about this, he had other ideas in mind. He called his deputy and whispered something in his ear.

The deputy nodded after listening and turned to make arrangements.

Wulianghetai returned to the tent and saw King Jinlun sitting there alone, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Jinlun, if you were to face off against Sword Immortal Yin Zhiping, would you be confident in defeating him?"

Wulianghetai asked. Although he had made up his mind to reveal his trump card, he was still considering how much to reveal.

"No, we couldn't even stop him from leaving."

King Jinlun was not exaggerating, he really did not have this confidence.

Originally, King Jinlun was on par with Yin Zhiping.

Now, one of them created the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin and became the contemporary sword immortal, while the other continued to improve the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra and became the person with the highest level of practice except for the founder. Before they fight, King Jinlun will not make too many promises.

Judging from the move just now, King Jinlun had a hunch that Yin Zhiping was now stronger than him.

But in a one-on-one match, you should be the one running.

Wulianghetai was not surprised. If it was true as King Jinlun said, it would not be an exaggeration to overestimate Yin Zhiping's strength.

"What if your senior brother is included?"

Wulianghetai was also determined to get rid of Yin Zhiping, and directly played his biggest trump card.

"At least 50% sure."

King Jinlun did not expect that Wulianghetai would actually reveal his biggest trump card of this trip. You know, this was specially prepared for Guo Jing. After thinking for a moment, he gave the answer in his heart.

Wulianghetai frowned. King Jinlun's answer did not satisfy him. Two supreme masters of Tantric Buddhism attacked together, but they only had a 50% chance of success?

You should know that King Jinlun has a record of defeating all Mongolian masters, and his senior brother is the inheritor of another unique skill of Tantric Buddhism, and is a true hidden master.

The Mongolian Khan had to pay a certain price to invite him out of retirement this time.

"Okay, contact your senior brother. If Yin Zhiping comes again tonight, you should all attack together and do your best to capture him."

Wulianghetai was not a hesitant person. The situation just now and the number of casualties had made Yin Zhiping more dangerous than Guo Jing in his mind.

"We will try our best."

King Jinlun was looking forward to the fight with Yin Zhiping again, as well as the clash between his legendary senior brother and Yin Zhiping.

At this time, Yin Zhiping was leaning against the top of a towering tree, resting while observing the Mongolian camp in the distance.

Yin Zhiping didn't care how much casualties the sword energy would cause to the Mongolian army. Anyway, he would not stop as long as these people were not all dead.

At the same time, they also saw King Jinlun. Yin Zhiping had expected this and knew that they must have been prepared if they stayed there.

But Mandulatu was probably thinking too much if he thought that just relying on the King of the Golden Wheel could stop him.

As someone who possesses the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin and the Nine Yang Divine Art, I no longer take King Jinlun seriously.

If it was the late stage Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kung, the tenth level, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he could still see it, but now? Not possible.

Feeling the true energy filling up his body, Yin Zhiping slowly stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes, and thought about where to strike next.

In short, after my arrival, these Mongolian troops will not be able to sleep well at night.

Half an hour later, Yin Zhiping slowly approached the east direction of the Mongolian camp under the cover of night, but he found some small mice, who were also hiding in the dark under the cover of night.

Yin Zhiping laughed in his heart, is this how they deal with it?

Giving away heads?

Is this a disdain for themselves or a disdain for their soldiers?

Don’t miss the victory that comes to your door.

After quietly finding out the location of all the mice, he thought about it and a sword energy appeared behind the head of each mouse, piercing through its skull directly, leaving them unable to scream.

There are only twenty-five people. Isn't it easy for Yin Zhiping to control this level of precision?

Yin Zhiping just treated it as an appetizer and continued to move towards his designated seat.

Found an ideal spot, looking down at the campsite below.

Not far away were the war horses of the Mongolian army.

Yin Zhiping also knew that his sword energy could only withstand a few attacks from a first-rate person, but a frightened horse would not listen to reason.

The Mongolian cavalry was indeed powerful in dominating the world, but if they had no war horses, could they still be called cavalry?

Twenty thousand horses. The previous wave did not target this place, so the loss of horses was not much. Now it is different.

Yin Zhiping raised the corners of his mouth slightly, causing the war horses to become restless and allowing them to charge towards the camp, killing two birds with one stone.

Chapter 124 Sword vs. Bell

Just like the previous operation, six thousand sword energies were thrown down without any control.

Then the real body hides so that no one can find it.

It can be seen that the Mongols were well prepared this time. As soon as the sky brightened, dozens of figures flew out of the military camp and headed towards Yin Zhiping.

They were not here to look for anyone, but to help resist the sword energy.

Most of them are at the first-class level, and there are only a dozen people at the acquired level.

Unfortunately, Yin Zhiping’s goal this time was not simply to kill people.

Yin Zhiping did not count the exact number of horses below, but it looked like a lot, and it should be the place with the most war horses in the military camp.

The rain of swords fell among the war horses. Some of the horses were hit and roared, and fell to the ground and died. More horses were frightened, neighing and becoming restless, and soon started to riot.

Finally, they all rushed out, running wildly in all directions in the military camp, and after a while, they made a mess of the entire camp, and could not be stopped.

There were also many people who were trampled to death by Ranma.

The commotion caused by the war horses alone was much greater than the damage caused by Yin Zhiping's sword energy just now.

Some war horses even panicked and dragged other war horses stationed in other places in the military camp.

After doing all this, Yin Zhiping wanted to turn around and leave without even looking at it.

"Yin Zhiping, I found you."

The voice of King Jinlun suddenly sounded.

Yin Zhiping saw a figure approaching him quickly.

Not daring to delay, Yin Zhiping leaped forward and was about to escape.

But under the moonlight, on the top of a tree not far away, stood a monk who was also wearing a foreign monk's robe, exactly the same style as King Jinlun, with his hands folded, eyes closed, facing himself.

Yin Zhiping was shocked: When? I didn't even notice.

After just a moment's hesitation, King Jinlun had already caught up with him.

"Yin Zhiping, hiding your head and showing your tail is not what a sword immortal does."

King Jinlun mocked him.

Yin Zhiping ignored King Jinlun and looked at the foreign monk in front of him.

The riot in the military camp not far away did not affect the three of them at all.

King Jinlun didn't care when he saw Yin Zhiping ignored him. He knew how powerful and strange his senior brother was, and it seemed that Yin Zhiping also felt it.

Yin Zhiping did feel it. The foreign monk in front of him gave Yin Zhiping a feeling that was too illusory. Although the person was standing there, it seemed as if he was not in this world, making it difficult to understand.