Chapter 1589
"Jiannu has 70,000 soldiers and horses, and they have just killed two battalions, two battalions each at the west and north mountain pass. There are 10,000 battalions in front of them, and they are all alive."
Ying Yi indifferently said: "Yisheng, is the one wearing our army's armor the slave chief Dorgon?"
Wang Yisheng said: "If you return to your lord, it is probably this slave."
The words of the two were loud and clear, and Dorgon and the others could hear them clearly at a distance of hundreds of paces. But Dorgon didn't respond, just silently lined up.
Ying Yi didn't move, and watched Tatar form a battle indifferently.
A few local chickens Wagou, forgive him for what means, how can he stand a blow? !
"Guard the mountain pass for me, under the eyes of this king, Tatar must not get away from one person." Ying Yi instructed lightly, his legs lightly clamped on the horse's belly, he rode alone, and came out with a knife .
Behind Wang Yisheng: "Here!"
"It must be Dorgon. Earlier, Tatar on the hillside of this king taught you a message to teach you to come. Lead to death, the slave is here, good."
Ying Yi rode away to meet Dorgon's battle formation, his voice was like thunder, pressing ten miles of mountains and rivers.
Pu Dao in his hand pointed obliquely to the ground, and a rainbow light flowed in Yingying, which was eye-catching.
It is clear that he is riding alone, but it is even more powerful, such as bear down with the weight of Mount Tai. At this moment, it seems that an incomparably tall Demon God is stepping forward, from the might of a higher Life Level. The pressure is so overwhelming that tens of thousands of Tatars can't breathe, and they are so crowded that they keep retreating!
A bunch of capable figures have changed color early, where is this just some bad guy? How can someone who is clearly an immortal demon be resisted? !
The giant Costin hovering high in the sky let the shaman blushed and blew the silent piccolo, and 7 didn't dare to fall down, because a round of vast yang was gradually raised!
Absolute power, absolute suppression, as Ying Yi approached, Tatar's army collapsed without a fight!
In the uproar, tens of thousands of Tatar soldiers exploded, and the battle collapsed in an instant. Countless Tatars jumped off their horses and ran in all directions. Some ran up the hillside, trying to escape. Some of them rushed to Ying Yi in a daze, but they all fell to the ground before they could get close. The suppressed dive soul collapsed, and the babble became a fool.
warhorse crawling like a king. I don't know how much it was crushed.
Lamas, monks and shamans surrounded Dorgon and other leaders of the Eight Banners. Trembling with fear, they watched Ying Yi approach, but did not dare to move.
Ying Yi's potential locked them, and the power from the divine soul suppressed their minds, just like when an ordinary person encounters mortal danger, they often don't obey orders, and the same is true now.
The headed lama Yuanri His Holiness the bare-chested half body is pale-gold, the flesh is stretched like a big drum, the red face, a pair of eyes almost burst out of their sockets, the back is slightly curved, and it will be broken at any time. .
white eyebrow The slender old monk Yuanming, with dī dī bright red blood droplets hanging down from his eyebrows, his mouth trembling, and he couldn't even make a sound of Buddha's name.
The rest of the lamas and monks, as well as the weaker shamans, were even more embarrassed, trembling like a sieve and dripping with cold sweat.
Dorgon only felt that the cold air under the top of the head made his mind go blank, his throat seemed to be strangled by a big hand, he couldn't breathe, a horse's face was blood red, his mouth opened wide. , Breathe hard, but it seems that you can't take a breath of air!
As for Hooge and others, it's even worse. Pissed and urinated all over the place, paralyzed and incompetent.
Ying Yi raised a knife, and the blood gang shot out. It turned into a morning sun and exploded in the middle of Tatar, causing a large number of casualties. The blood gangs exploded and turned into sharp arrows, shooting in all directions. Many Tatars fell along with them while fleeing, and I don't know how many casualties were there.
Only one shot, Ying Yi didn't care about those Tatars who were running away, and just went to the front. In the distance behind him, the three thousand guards had dispersed, chasing and killing the remaining Tatar who fled.
Ying Yi sat on the back of a horse and looked down at the Lama, Monk, Shaman and Dorgon and the others. His eyes swept over, one seemed to be caught in the heart, and there was an expression of extreme pain and fear on his face.
The headed lama struggled and resisted, but he couldn't even move his fingers. The old monk Yuanming bowed his head and bowed his head in the morning.
"Where are you monks?" Ying Yi spoke slowly, the pressure of the divine soul in the air dissipated immediately.
At this moment, Dharma King Yuanri and Monk Yuanming started to drink violently. The two turned into afterimages. Two voices burst out in the air. Four hands, one left and one right, went straight to Ying Yi's forehead to say hello. !
these two people are not to be trifled with , maybe not as good as Heavenly Master Zhang, but not much worse. This move, like thunder, has arrived in an instant.
Ying Yi raised his hand horizontally, and his every move was like flowing clouds and water, without the slightest smoke. There is a sharp contrast with the attacking two people, one is approaching the extreme, while the other is moving leisurely, even an ordinary person can see it clearly.
But it was blocked.
There was only a sound of explosion, and two pairs of four hands on both sides simultaneously hit Pu Dao's broad sword. The moment the air wave bloomed, but when the rainbow light flickered, the two silhouettes flew out upside down, and fell back to their original position exactly, simultaneously, slammed into the street in an upside down posture.
Afterwards, Ying Yi took advantage of the situation to slash with a vertical knife. The knife was like a breeze, and he was facing a gray gas that was quickly shot by the night fuse together. pu' sound, the gray gas was smashed and dissipated in the air.
I saw a thin old shaman spit out a mouthful of old blood on his back, and black shadows all over his body struggled and twisted out, biting backlash, badly bruised the old shaman, and fell to the ground. .
keep quiet out of fear.
The momentary surprise has not yet bloomed, and despair has risen in the mind. Dorgon couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and fell limply.
Ying Yi put away the knife and asked again, "Where did you come from?"
The old monk Yuanming struggled to sit up and shouted the Buddha's name: "Songshan Buddhist Yuanming, see you Over the summer king."
"Songshan Buddhism." Ying Yi lightly nodded: "This king remembers, Songshan is in Henan, right? You bald guys, why did you come to Tatar here. Your life?"
"Amitabha." A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Yuanming's mouth. Although Ying Yi didn't kill his hand, only the blood reverberated, causing great damage to Yuanming's Essence, Qi, and Spirit. He shouted the Buddha's name and gasped: "It's just because King Xia is tyrannical, so I have to do this."
"Oh." Ying Yi nodded: "I heard that Songshan Buddhaism is the largest landowner in the Songshan area. There are tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land. When I cleaned Henan last year, I thought it had been taken back? You monks, don’t you think of yourself as a monk and don’t like foreign objects? This king took back the land, just to teach you to devote yourself to cultivation.”
"Why does King Xia ask for the reason he knows it?" Monk Yuanming said: "cultivator, method, wealth, companion and land are indispensable. All the medicines needed for discíple cultivation in the door are produced from the fields. King Xia received the fields and then It is against my lineage, how can this poor monk wait to die."
Ying Yi asked: "This king ordered to take back the property, and he also gave you people in the cultivation a choice. Yes, of course you don’t need to worry about it yourself. In this case, why are you, an old monk, still linked with Tatar? Since Wanli, Tatar has repeatedly invaded the Divine Province, killing countless people, robbing commoners as slaves, your compassionate heart of Buddhaism , and where?"
Yuan Ming said nothing.