The five thousand soldiers led by Yang Guo were the elite soldiers recruited and trained by Guo Jing over the years. Many of them were heroes from the world, with excellent martial arts skills, far beyond ordinary soldiers. At this time, under the leadership of Yang Guo, the top master, he rushed over and killed the city like a sharp sword, destroying ladders and killing the enemy, and no one could stop him.

Meng Ge saw the situation under the city on the mountain where he was supervising the battle in the distance. Seeing that Yang Guo was so fierce that he had no enemy under his command. He raised his whip and pointed it at Yang Guo, asking left and right: "How can you tell who this person is so brave?"

"Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." Although there is no such military strategy among the Mongolians, they also know the truth very well. They had known the importance of inquiring about enemy information. Moreover, in the Mongolian army at this time, there were many surrendered ministers and generals from Han people, and some martial arts scum who saw Mongolia's great power and surrendered to the past, and they also knew very well about the situation in the Central Plains martial arts world.

When the Khan asked, someone replied: "Reported to Khan, this man's surname is Yang, his name is Guo, he is Guo Jing's son-in-law, and he is also the eldest disciple of Yin Zhiping, the first Sanjue Sword of Quanzhen Sect, and he has a name in the Central Plains martial arts world, called the "Shen Condor Heroes".

Yang Guo got the Xuan Iron Heavy Sword. After learning the heavy sword technique, he also walked through the world with Dugu Qiubai's eagle, so he also had a name like the original book. As for Yin Zhiping's name of "Three Swords", it was because Yin Zhiping used only three moves to kill Zhao Zhijing in front of the Chongyang Palace. Later, he walked around the world with Xiaolongnu, wielding swords to fight with people, and never used more than three moves. Even no matter how powerful a master was, he only lost within three moves. Therefore, he gradually became the name of "Three Swords".

"Yin Zhiping!"

When Mengge heard about Yin Zhiping's name, he couldn't help but grit his teeth. He naturally knew that this man was the martial arts master of the Southern Song Dynasty who assassinated his brother Kublai Khan in a 100,000 Mongolian army formation. He had originally seen Yang Guo's bravery and a little bit of love for talent. At this time, he heard that Yang Guo was Yin Zhiping's eldest disciple, and he couldn't help but hate him together.

A monk in white next to Mengge couldn't help but look on his face when he heard the name of "Yin Zhiping", and his eyes flashed.

This monk in white is the junior brother of King Jinlun, the current Mongolian master Basiba. He looked very young and handsome in his thirties. He was wearing a white monk's robe. There was a faint flow of precious light on his face, and the jewels and jade naturally shone. He looked like a monk with great knowledge. Judging from the appearance alone, King Jinlun's tall and thin rod seemed to be wearing a plate under his forehead, which was far worse than his junior brother.

Brother Meng gritted his teeth at Yin Zhiping for a while and passed the order: "Who can kill Yang Guo, give him a reward of ten thousand taels of gold, and be promoted to the third level!"

Under the heavy reward, the Mongolian officers and soldiers flocked forward and rushed towards Yang Guo. And the martial arts masters recruited from the Western Regions and other places this time, as well as the martial arts scum whom the Central Plains martial arts world surrendered to the past. After hearing this heavy reward, they all stepped forward together.

However, these Mongolian soldiers and generals rushed to Yang Guo. Under Yang Guo's heavy sword, they still had no enemies, vomiting blood and flew backwards. When the weapons in their hands touched Yang Guo's heavy sword, they even flew away one after another. They couldn't hold it and flew around in the air. Wherever Yang Guo waved his sword, they were like an unstoppable wave, causing the Mongolian soldiers and generals to flew up and retreat, with heavy casualties.

When those martial arts masters from the Western Regions and the Central Plains martial arts scum arrived, they finally stopped Yang Guo's momentum. They were no longer all Yang Guo's one-match enemy, and they could still have a few moves with Yang Guo. But they only had a few more moves, but no one was Yang Guo's opponent. Their final outcome was like those Mongolian soldiers and they vomited blood and flew backwards, either dead or injured.

Yang Guo's internal strength and long breath also surprised them. It has been nearly an hour since Yang Guo rushed out, and Yang Guo has been rushing in front, without a moment of rest, and he was waving such heavy weapons in his hands. But until now, Yang Guo is still extremely brave and has no sign of fatigue. Even if they have the method of bullying the less and fighting the war of attrition and the wheel battle, they still can't do anything to Yang Guo. They were beaten to death and retreat, but no one could stop Yang Guo.

Yang Guo led 5,000 elite soldiers to repeatedly rush under the city wall, and by this time the Mongolian soldiers under the city wall had already interrupted his offensive. The Mongolian army was afraid of his invincible power and did not dare to rush forward. Yang Guo waved his heavy sword and pointed at the Great Khan Mengge who was watching the battle on the mountain in the distance, and rushed towards him. The Mongolian soldiers and generals along the way stopped him, but they were still as if they were surging with big waves, and no one could stop him.

Brother Meng saw Yang Guo coming to him, and the soldiers and generals below were unstoppable. He couldn't help but change his face and turned to Basiba and shouted: "National Master!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry!" Basiba realized that Mengge was already intimidated. After comforting, he squeezed his legs and rode his horse's belly towards Yang. The Mongolian soldiers in front saw that the national savage came forward and gave in to each other.

Yang Guo was fighting bravely to fight the enemy, but suddenly his eyes were empty. But when he saw that the Mongolian soldiers in front of him did not need to be killed and retreated, he tore them apart, and he took the initiative to give up a way.

Yang Guo couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He was hesitating, but he saw a light horse on the road given up by the Mongolian soldiers. He looked closely and saw that the horse knight was a very handsome monk in white, which seemed to be similar to him last year.

"Mr. Yang is polite, the little monk Basiba." Standing about three feet apart, Basiba was very polite to politely celebrating Yang Guoheshi on the horse.

Yang Guo did not recognize Basiba, nor had he heard Basiba's name. He just looked at him for a while and waved his sword and said, "Do you want to stop me?"

Basiba nodded, then changed his voice and said, "The little monk went to the Central Plains to find a teacher to meet, but unfortunately he was squandered and could not meet him. Today, he was able to meet Mr. Yang here, which was a fate." After saying that, he continued, "Mongolia unified the world, which was the general trend. The Southern Dynasties were weak for many years, but now they are just struggling to death. You Han people have a saying, "Those who know the times are heroes." If Mr. Yang can abandon his sword and surrender now, I would like to say my head in front of the Khan to protect you a bright future."

Since he let go of his senior brother, the King of Jinlun, he did not mention that he was the King of Jinlun, nor did he say that he came to the Song Dynasty to seek revenge from Yin Zhiping.

After hearing this, Yang Guo shouted sternly: "Was Yang a man who forgets his righteousness when he sees profit? The monk said nothing nonsense, let's just see the truth!" After that, he waved his sword and slashed, a heavy sword energy flew out from the black iron heavy sword, shooting directly at Basiba three meters away.

Seeing this sword energy slashing, Basiba still smiled slightly and was not afraid. Then he did not dodge, and he also slashed over with a palm. His palm didn't look fierce and forceful, but he slashed out with one palm and immediately flew sand and stones, and the wind blew, as if the wind was rising from the ground. There was a faint sound of dragon roaring like a dragon.

Yang Guowan didn't expect that Basiba, a handsome and weak monk, had such a powerful and fierce palm, and his expression changed slightly. Since Basiba could be sent out to stop him at this time, he must have something extraordinary. But when Basiba released his palm, he realized that he still underestimated this Junxiu monk in his heart.

With a "boom", the sword energy and palm power collided halfway, making a loud noise. The two powerful energy that collided with each other scattered out, leading the surrounding Mongolian soldiers and generals to the east or fall backwards, making repeated exclamations. Many of them were caught off guard and fell to the ground without holding the weapons in their hands.

The power of the recoil was transmitted back, and Yang Guo couldn't help but shake his body and looked shocked. Then his horse was riding sadly, and he took two steps back, then his knees softened, and he fell to the ground. He was now on the horse, and the power of the recoil was transmitted back. Except for him to resolve some of it himself, the rest could only be borne by the horse. Unexpectedly, although the remaining force was not much, the horse followed him to fight for a while, and his physical strength was already exhausted, but he could no longer bear the unnecessary force.
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