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Text Chapter 103: The Power of the Supreme Good: One Sword Destroys Thousands

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    "Fire the arrow!"

    After Yin Zhiping volleyed in the air and floated within an arrow range of the Mongolian camp, the Great Khan Meng Ge personally shouted and ordered.

    Although Meng Ge also felt awe and fear about the various miraculous methods and powerful force that Yin Zhiping had displayed since he appeared on a crane, just like the legendary immortals, but as the Great Khan of Mongolia,  He controls thousands of miles of territory and has experienced numerous battles, big and small, in his life. After all, he is an extraordinary person with a strong will.  Although there was tension and panic in his heart at this time, his expression remained calm and calm as usual.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of mind, as a high-ranking Khan, he is not responsible for personally commanding many battles, but this time he is undoubtedly the highest commander.  If even he appears panicked, uneasy, and extremely frightened, it will inevitably affect the morale of the army, causing the army to have no fighting spirit and lose without fighting.  And he was protected by hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, which also gave him enough courage and courage.  He didn't believe that no matter how powerful the southern expert was, he could stop hundreds of thousands of his elite soldiers with just one person.

    This time Meng Ge led an army of 300,000 people to the south. He did not lie and falsely report. There were indeed 300,000 troops.  Although tens of thousands were lost in the storming of Xiangyang a few days ago, there are still about 200,000 left.  Almost all of the Mongolian soldiers were proficient in riding and archery. Now, with the Khan's order, not all of them opened their bows and shot arrows, and those at the back of the barracks were out of the range of Yin Zhiping's arrows, and even  The last arrows would only be shot into the front camp; but as the bow strings buzzed and trembled, at least a hundred thousand feathered arrows flew out from the camp.

    One hundred thousand arrows were shot towards the face, and it looked like the sky was overwhelming.  Arrows rained down like rain, covering a radius of several miles.  Such an offensive.  One look at him would be intimidating, even if his martial arts were as high as those of Guo Jing and others.  I dare not say that I will be unscathed by the hundreds of thousands of arrows.  Although Guo Jing and others who were watching the battle on the top of the city knew that since Yin Zhiping dared to challenge hundreds of thousands of troops by himself, he would definitely have ways to deal with it, at this moment, they still couldn't help but feel sweaty for him.  My heart was in my throat.

    Facing the over 100,000 arrows coming overwhelmingly, Yin Zhiping just smiled softly, then raised his hand and swung his sword, making a light stroke in front of him.  As the edge of his sword passed across, a line of land suddenly appeared in front of him that was about ten feet wide.  A long river of sword light appeared that was several feet long.

    The width of Zhang Xu naturally covered his entire body.  The feathered arrows shot into the river of arrow light and were all crushed to pieces.  None of them could penetrate the long river of sword light, and none of them could escape the fate of being turned into pieces.

    In this move, Yin Zhiping used the "Supreme Good Sword Technique" which is the most adept at guarding among the Quanzhen Sect's sword techniques.  It's just that when his original superior swordsmanship was used, it was a long river of sword light several feet wide that flowed around him. He still needed to continuously use sword moves to maintain the operation of this long river.  But with his current cultivation, he only needed one sword to create a long river of sword light that was about ten feet wide and several feet long.

    ¡°Swish, swish, swish¡­¡±

    The rain of arrows from the Mongolian camp continued to fly.  An army of hundreds of thousands, divided into two or three echelons, is enough to ensure a continuous archery offensive, and it can also guarantee a long period of time.

    It doesn¡¯t matter how many arrows they shoot.  No matter how many consecutive attacks he made, they would all become useless before the long river of sword light spread out in front of Yin Zhiping.

    Yin Zhiping raised his sword again.  He thrust forward with his sword, and another long river of sword light appeared under his sword.  But this sword light is a long river.  But it was not like the previous one, spreading horizontally in front of him.  Instead, it came out lengthwise, rolled forward, and rushed towards the Mongolian camp in front.

    ??Jianguang Changhe soon flew to the front of the Mongolian camp in rolling waves, and hit the wooden wall outside the camp without stopping.  With a "boom", a section of the wooden village wall about ten feet wide was smashed into pieces under the long river of sword light.  Then they crashed into the main camp and destroyed more than a dozen tents. Naturally, many Mongolian soldiers who were flowing down the long river could not be avoided. Under this long river of sword light, they were all killed to pieces.

    After this long river of sword light, which was almost ten feet long, completely crashed into the depths of the Mongolian camp, it shattered with a "boom" and then turned into countless sword lights, flying in all directions.  Wherever the sword light touched, the Mongolian soldiers screamed and fell to the ground.  And a sword light often has to pass through the bodies of about seven or eight Mongolian soldiers in a row before it disappears without any lethality.

    After all the sword lights were gone, the Mongolian camp seemed to be suddenly empty.  No one can stand within the scope of the sword light.  The blood from all the Mongolian soldiers killed by the sword light flowed together and soon became rivers of blood.

    With just this move, at least a thousand or even thousands of Mongolian soldiers in the Mongolian camp would die tragically.  Guo Jing and others who were watching the battle on the top of the city and those below the city were restrained by Yin ZhipingPa Siba, who was sitting on horseback, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the casualties caused by the power of Yin Zhiping's sword.

    Pasiba even murmured to himself in a daze: "If he can cast such powerful moves continuously, then killing an army of 300,000 people with one person's power is really nothing!"

    After this move, there was an explosion in the Mongolian camp. No one cared about following orders to shoot arrows, and they fled in all directions.  The southerner who came on a crane and subdued the national master Pasiba with one move was probably really some kind of immortal, and could not be matched by human power.  They shot hundreds of thousands of arrows, not even touching a corner of his clothes.  And if someone returns the sword, thousands of people will be killed or injured on their side.  How can you defeat this kind of people?  Not to mention these 200,000 people, even if 2 million people came over, they would still die.

    At this moment, the orders of the Great Khan, the glory of the warriors, only the Mongolian men who died in the battle and not the Mongolian men who escaped, etc., were all forgotten.  There was only one thought left in his mind, and that was to escape as far as he could until he could no longer see the immortal. It would be best to escape directly back to his home on the grassland.

    Yin Zhiping, who was floating in the air, never stopped. After the sword was thrust out, he still floated towards the Mongolian camp, and the long river of sword light in front of him also moved forward, always keeping abreast of him.  , eight feet away.

    Seeing that the Mongolian camp seemed to have exploded, with horses screaming and people fleeing in chaos, and no one could organize an attack on him, he just sneered slightly.  Then he stretched out his left hand and waved forward slightly, and the long river of sword light in front of him flew towards the Mongolian camp again.

    When this long sword light flew over the Mongolian camp, it shattered with a "boom", and then turned into countless sword lights, flying down in all directions.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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