Chapter 139 Furious Master Zhang
At this moment in Xiangyang City, Guo Jing looked at Guo Xiang with tearful eyes. Although his heart was cut by a knife, he still held Huang Rong tightly and refused to let her leave the city.
Huang Rong was already crying. She grabbed Guo Jing's hand and shouted, "Brother Jing, that's Xiang'er, our daughter. We must save her, please!"
The muscles on Guo Jing's face were tense. There were less than 50,000 defeated soldiers in Xiangyang City, but on the opposite side were hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops.
The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people.
Behind him were hundreds of thousands of Xiangyang people, tens of millions of unarmed civilians in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Guo Jing has never felt so difficult to make a choice between his daughter on one side and his family and country on the other.
But everyone knows what choice Guo Jing will make.
It is easy to say the word "hero", but in fact, carrying the word "hero" will put too much weight on people's shoulders.
Behind Guo Jing, a group of martial arts masters were looking angrily. They wanted to jump off the city wall to rescue Guo Xiang.
But apart from the peerless cultivation of the Mongolian master Jinlun Dharma King, no one except Guo Jing can compete with him. The hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops alone are enough to crush anyone who wants to save people.
Looking at Guo Jing and Huang Rong who were hesitating, Jin Lun Dharma King showed a proud smile on his face.
But at this moment, Guo Xiang, who was only 16 years old at the moment, suddenly shouted: "Father, mother, don't worry about me, you are all great heroes, your daughter is not bad either, there is no one in the Guo family who is afraid of death!" "
I don't know whether it was because he had understood his true intention or because of Guo Xiang's words. Guo Jing, who was in tears at this moment, suddenly let out a loud roar, and the terrifying internal force shook the air around him.
"Xian'er, don't worry, if something happens to you, I will definitely avenge you!"
After hearing Guo Jing's words, Huang Rong burst into tears and almost fainted.
King Jinlun looked coldly at Guo Jing, whose eyes were red at the moment, and then shouted: "Okay, Guo Jing, you are so hard-hearted, in this case, I will let you see your daughter being burned to coke!" "
After saying that, King Jinlun ignored the shouts and curses of everyone in Xiangyang City and directly lit the firewood below Guo Xiang.
In an instant, the hot flames began to lick Guo Xiang's clothes.
At this moment, no one noticed that a dark passage appeared directly above the battlefield.
Zhang Sanfeng, who had white hair and a childlike face and wore a Taoist robe, slowly walked out of the space passage.
As soon as he walked out of the space passage, Zhang Sanfeng was about to take stock of the surrounding environment when he saw the girl being licked by the flames.
In an instant, as if a bolt of lightning struck his heart, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly burst into flames.
In a hundred years, Zhang Sanfeng had never been so angry. Even when his master Jue Yuan passed away, he only felt sad.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng was really angry.
"You dare!"
The true energy, which was like the power of heaven, circulated rapidly in his body, and the sky was like thunder in an instant.
Before anyone could react, Zhang Sanfeng had already rushed down quickly.
"Shoot him!"
Kublai Khan, who was sitting in the army at this moment, looked at the Taoist priest in the sky, and his eyes tightened involuntarily.
Being able to fly in the air, is he an immortal?
However, Kublai Khan, who had conquered thousands of miles of territory, was extremely ambitious at this moment. He felt that even a true immortal could not stop the Mongolian army!
Under Kublai Khan's order, although the Mongolian soldiers were surprised by the old Taoist priest flying in the air, they still followed their training instinct and fired thousands of arrows at the same time.
In an instant, the entire sky seemed to be covered by a rain of arrows. Looking at the endless rain of arrows, Kublai Khan's face was full of confidence.
It doesn't matter if you can fly. It's just a common thing for Mongolian soldiers to bend their bows and shoot at giant eagles. Let's see if you can still fly after being shot into a hedgehog.
Facing the rain of arrows coming towards his face, Zhang Sanfeng had a disdainful smile on his face. He made a Tai Chi pose with his hands, gently grasping them, as if closed, and the phantom of Yin Yang Tai Chi appeared behind him.
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of feather arrows turned into a huge ball under the guidance of Zhang Sanfeng.
The arrows in the ball were constantly accelerating, and even made a whooshing sound as they shot through the air.
"Let's go back!"
Zhang Sanfeng gave a cold shout, and then gave a gentle push with both hands.
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of feather arrows returned one by one.
The speed of the arrows was so fast at this moment that even though the Mongolian soldiers were well prepared, they were still killed and injured.
In one move, tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers were locked in place by Zhang Sanfeng.
After dealing with the rain of arrows, Zhang Sanfeng stood in the air and hesitated for a moment. Then he saw a flash of light on his body, and the original appearance of an immortal with a white hair and a childlike face instantly transformed into a young Taoist of seventeen or eighteen years old with fluttering Taoist robes.
The young Taoist, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, is as ethereal as an immortal, exactly what Zhang Junbao looks like.
Then, before anyone could react, Zhang Sanfeng took a step forward and instantly crossed a distance of several hundred meters and arrived in front of Guo Xiang.
He smiled tenderly at Guo Xiang, who was a little surprised, and then waved his hand gently. The flames around Guo Xiang were instantly extinguished, and then all the ropes that bound her turned into ashes.
Guo Xiang slowly flew towards Zhang Sanfeng's arms with a gentle force.
"Damn, who are you?!"
At this moment, King Jinlun finally reacted. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng who suddenly appeared, he was filled with fighting spirit.
No matter how Jin Lun Dharma King behaves, he is ultimately a warrior who pursues the improvement of martial arts realm.
Even though he was defeated by Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, Guo Jing and others in succession, he did not give up. After returning to the mountain, he practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the unprecedented eleventh level before leaving the mountain.
Originally, he thought he should be invincible in the world, but he did not expect to encounter such an unfathomable existence in front of Xiangyang City.
The strength displayed by the Taoist in front of him has exceeded his imagination. The moves, speed and magnificent aura just now have broken through certain limits.
"Is the immortal god alive?"
The King of the Golden Wheel gritted his teeth, with a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes, and then he operated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art to the extreme and smashed it towards Zhang Sanfeng.
Under the induction of the aura, the King of the Golden Wheel even felt that the bottleneck of the eleventh level of his Dragon Elephant Prajna Art was broken, and his strength reached the unprecedented twelfth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art.
In an instant, waves of dragon roars and tiger roars came, and such power was enough to split mountains and rocks, even the walls of Xiangyang City could be smashed through.
Facing the attack of King Jinlun at this moment, Zhang Sanfeng did not even turn back, he still looked at Guo Xiang gently.
"Be careful!" Guo Xiang couldn't help but shouting.
"It's okay!" Zhang Sanfeng smiled, then held Guo Xiang with his right hand, posed an extremely handsome posture, and gently waved his left hand.
Zhang Sanfeng's left hand attack seemed ordinary, like a child's waving, but after contacting King Jinlun's fist, he was shocked.
Then the veins on King Jinlun's body swelled, and he retreated instantly, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with every step back.
After retreating nine steps in a row, the footprints under King Jinlun's feet have reached his knees.
He stood there quietly, his lips trembling slightly: "So strong!"
Then, King Jinlun seemed to have a bomb on his body, and the whole person exploded into a ball of blood mist!