Chapter 173 The Strongest Enemy, the Peak Battle

"not good!"

Everyone watching the battle, whether it was Marshal Yang and Song Bing on the battlefield, or Zhao Pu and Li Xian in the rear, all felt their hearts sink.

There is also a deep sense of suffocation and powerlessness.

Just now, Yang Ming showed off his might and crushed Ding Chunqiu to death, but if he met him, he would be captured by Yelu Hanshan, which further highlighted the terror of the enemy and really hurt his morale!

When Qin Jian and Bai Tong saw this, they became even more concerned and confused. Qin Jian even held on to the camp wall with both hands, jumped out and rushed towards the battlefield to fight the opponent.

But as soon as he took action, Li Xian next to him stretched out his hand to hold him down. Qin Jian was unable to move even though it was just a finger pointing at him.

"Don't worry, the results haven't come out yet."

Li Xian comforted him, and countless eyes turned to Yang Ming again.

Yang Ming seemed to be hit by a punch, but the speed of flying out became slower and slower, and gradually eased.

Looking at Yang Ming's body again, he looked like a weak fallen leaf, fluttering lightly in the air twice, and then suspended in the air, his expression was as usual, and he did not appear to be injured.

The cheering Liao troops from behind suddenly stopped.

On the contrary, Yelu Hanshan's burly body also retreated diagonally downwards. The zhenqi around him suddenly stopped, and he finally stopped.

"Hahaha, so happy, so happy! It's been a long time since I've seen someone who can compete with me head-on! Come on, let's have a fight!"

Yelu Hanshan took off his helmet and threw it away, laughing wildly.

Yang Ming's face was filled with joy and fear, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.

This Yelu Hanshan can definitely be ranked in the top three among all the powerful people in the Concentration Realm that he has seen. The other two are Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan.

As for the sweeping monk and Wu Yazi, one is unfathomable and cannot see the way out, the other has no inner strength, and the others are no different from useless people, so they are not included in the scope of discussion.

This shows that Yelu Shanshan is powerful!

If Yang Ming simply breaks through to the Concentration Realm, even if he possesses unique skills such as Dragon Subduing Palm, he will probably hardly be his opponent.

Thanks to the Long Yuan Tempering Body and mastering the essence of the Xiaoyao Sect, Yang Ming didn't panic at all because he still had the killing fist as his trump card.

"Come and fight!"

Two words came out of Yang Ming's mouth.

The next second, Yang Ming's figure disappeared directly on the spot.

Yelu Hanshan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and with the same flash, a shadow was left on the spot.

Below, the Song and Liao soldiers were fighting together again. Now it was even more brutal than before. The war had reached a fever pitch. There was blood everywhere, and wounded soldiers and broken limbs could be seen everywhere.

And in the sky, in another corner, Yelu Hanshan's figure staggered up, but was abruptly interrupted by the opponent.

"How is that possible!"

Yelu Hanshan's face was full of surprise, but the next second, a pale golden palm appeared in the air.

It was Yang Ming who was standing above. The phantom of his palm did not move out. Instead, his five fingers slowly closed together, turned into claws, and pressed down on Yelvhan Mountain.

"ha!"

Yelu Hanshan spurted traces of true energy from his mouth and nose, his arm muscles bulged high, and he punched out with a more terrifying punch than before.

In the sky, claw power descended, and Yelu Hanshan's fists became slower and slower, until he finally seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself.

The top-level dragon claw hand directly grasped the air around Yelu Hanshan's body into substance, almost becoming a solid body.

Yelu Hanshan's face turned red from suppressing it, veins popped up on his forehead, and he gasped loudly in his throat.

Click...

The air around the body has condensed into a solid substance, just like the broken glass and turned into numerous small transparent fragments.

At the same time, Yelu Hanshan's powerful fist force was finally released and headed towards Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's figure was like a fallen leaf, dancing in the wind. When the fist came close, he could move freely in the vortex formed by the fist. In a few flashes, he escaped the power of the fist.

At the same time, his hands were like piercing flowers, heading towards Yeluhan Mountain.

At this moment, from the perspective of Yeluhan Mountain, it was like two ghost hands coming out of a whirlpool.

The origin was extremely strange and seemed to imply countless changes, leaving him completely unable to cope with it and unable to judge its trajectory.

Yelu Hanshan's figure originally charged forward, but stopped abruptly in the air.

His punches became more intensive, almost guarding the area in front of him.

But in the gap between the fists, Yang Ming's hands seemed to turn into two spiritual snakes, strangely climbing up.

Stab twice.

Yelu Hanshan made a 180-degree change, from charging forward to retreating rapidly. At the same time, his expression was full of surprise.

The two figures quickly separated.

But Yang Ming is still as light as a fallen leaf, not only floating, but also with a bit of elegance like an immortal.

However, Yeluhan Mountain went straight and straight without any softness at all, and it suddenly stopped after exiting.

Blood dripped down the corners of Yeluhan Mountain's armor.

"Asshole, I want you to die!"

Yelu Hanshan roared angrily, seeming to be angry with shame.

The remaining force of the fist in his hand was released, and several strong winds formed, blowing directly over the heads of countless Liao troops below.

Nearly a hundred Liao soldiers were killed on the spot.

They probably didn't expect that they would die in the hands of their own general.

At this moment, Zhao Pu and Li Xian, who were standing high on the camp wall, could clearly see that the wolf head armor on Yelu Hanshan's chest had been torn out like pieces of paper, with two scratches crisscrossing left and right, going straight into the flesh.

The flesh and blood of Mount Yelvhan was turning over and bleeding.

Yang Ming looked calm.

This was the first time he encountered such an enemy, and he used all his Xiaoyao Sect essence and Tianshan Plum-breaking Hands to force them out.

Yang Ming's ethereal and strange movements just now were all due to the dexterity and variety of Tianshan's plum-breaking hand, which can capture the essence of the world's wonders.

Combined with it, Yang Ming's dragon claw hand has now risen to such a terrifying level.

It is extremely fierce and has excellent defense-breaking effect, which is extremely suitable for Yelu Hanshan's fighting style.

Nowadays, Yang Ming has reached another level by combining many martial arts and mastering them.

"Swish!"

The fight between the two of them had just ended when screams and the sound of swords and swords crisscrossing came from the side again.

Two more masters of the Liao Army's Concentration Realm were killed. The remaining few did not dare to continue to struggle and hurriedly retreated.

The two masters of the black sword and the white sword did not continue to pursue. Instead, they stood in the air not far away. The three of them appeared to be surrounded, and surrounded Yeluhan Mountain in the middle.

"Retreat and give up this attack!"

In the rear, Liao army commander Yelu Chuhuai saw this and immediately ordered.

The crisp sound of clanging echoed across the battlefield.

This is to call for gold and withdraw the troops.

The Liao soldiers who were struggling with the troops led by Marshal Yang in front also immediately left the battlefield and gradually retreated.

The Song army took advantage of the situation and took a few steps to cover up the enemy, but did not pursue them deeply. They immediately surrounded Marshal Yang again, showing a defensive attitude.

"Haha, okay, okay, that's it for now. I'll take your life next time!"

Yelu Hanshan hesitated for a moment, but decided to obey the military order and still faced the three people. He gradually retreated, then fell down and disappeared into the retreating Liao army formation.

The two men, Black Sword and White Sword, plus Yang Ming, did not continue the pursuit.

It was not until Yeluhan Mountain disappeared that Yang Ming moved his wrist.

I just collided with my opponent's fists, and it was really painful.

This Yelu Hanshan is really powerful. The power exerted by this combat body alone is far higher than that of Tong Baixiong that I have seen before.

What's more, the opponent's weapon has not yet been released, so he should also reserve other back-up moves.

Looking down, the military formations on both sides gradually separated and receded like the tide, leaving corpses and broken weapons on the ground.

A melee was coming to an end.

After the people were settled, several other Song army troops gradually came to support them, guarding Marshal Yang's personal guards, and began to gradually retreat.

"Little friend Yang, indeed a hero comes from a young boy!"

The two men, Black Sword and White Sword, came over to talk to Yang Ming at this time.

When they met in the military camp before, although Heidao Baijian noticed Yang Ming, he was not too enthusiastic.

This is normal. After all, the four men with gold pens, jade books, black knives and white swords are almost the highest combat power that the official family of the Song Dynasty can use, and they also represent the ceiling of the Song Dynasty's combat power to a certain extent.
To be continued...