"Little brother is wise. If you intend to surrender to Mongolia, I am willing to recommend it to the fourth prince in person." The monk exclaimed.

The commander of the Mongolian army this time was the fourth prince Kublai Khan.

Kublai Khan is a big shot in Mongolia, who is less than one person than ten thousand people, and is not accessible to ordinary people.

However, this person said that he personally recommended to Kublai Khan, and his tone was light and seemed to be completely careless.

Yang Guo's heart sank, knowing that he had met a big man in the Mongolian army, and he was also a master.

After the training of the army and baptism on the battlefield, today's Yang Guo is no longer Wu Xia Amon.

Judging from this person's outfit, he is obviously not from the Central Plains.

"Tanshi monk?" Yang Guo said solemnly.

All over the world, there are only monks standing on the Mongolian side.

"I am Jin Lun, I have seen this little brother Yang." King Jin Lun said with a smile, not taking Yang Guo's erectile slightest love to the enemy.

He had obviously been here for a long time, and even called out Yang Guo's surname.

Yang Guo narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was still motionless, but in fact he was extremely alert. As long as the monk in front of him had something wrong, he would immediately launch an attack.

But Yang Guo also knew that the monk in front of him would be hard to beat.

"When practicing Tantric martial arts to an extremely high level, the top gate will be slightly sunken. The master's heart is deeply engulfed. I believe that he has practiced Tantric martial arts to the pinnacle." Yang Guo said in a deep voice.

Jinlun slightly suppressed and said, "The little brother is indeed knowledgeable and talented. He not only studies the general trend of the world, but also understands Tantric Buddhism."

What the implication is to admit that what Yang Guo said is true.

"Brother Yang."

"Captain Yang."

The remaining Song soldiers gathered behind Yang Guo, but did not act rashly.

From the conversation between Yang Guo and Jin Lun just now, they also saw that the person in front of them was not an ordinary person.

Yang Guo raised his left hand and said without looking back: "You go first."

"Captain, let's go together."

"I will never leave the captain alone."

Hearing Yang Guo's words, the soldiers were in a hurry, but several people turned pale.

They were not worried about their lives, but were smart and could hear the helplessness and the intention of breaking the queen in Yang Guo's words.

Yang Guo ignored them and told Jin Lun: "The master is a paranormal, I guess he won't attack them, right?"

Jin Lun's eyes swept over the remaining Song Bing, and then said, "If the little brother agrees to surrender, these people can naturally be let go. Compared with the little brother, these people are worthless. However, if the little brother wants to stay and cut off the rear, he may have made a wrong idea. Having killed so many Mongolian soldiers, if you let you escape from me, how could I still have the face to be this Mongolian national teacher?"

"Mongolian National Master."

"This bald donkey is a Mongolian national teacher."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and even Yang Guo's body trembled.

No one expected that the monk in front of him would be the Mongolian national teacher.

On the grassland, the strong prey on the weak and only worship the strong.

It is not an exaggeration to be able to become the Mongolian national teacher even to be called the most powerful person in Mongolia.

Although Yang Guo still had the power to fight, the battle just now had consumed a lot of his energy.

The rest of the people survived the disaster, and they had very little strength.

Their team is now described as the defeated future, which is more appropriate.

Even if we join forces, seeing Jin Lun is fearless, I am afraid that most of them will be defeated.

However, since the beginning, these people have already put life and death aside.

People are not afraid of death, so why do they fear it by death?

"Haha, captain, it seems that you can't leave. Why don't you try it, brothers, join forces to take down this Mongolian national master? Even if you can't take it, it's good to beat him half-death."

When he heard Jin Lun reveal his identity, someone immediately said.

If you can kill the Mongolian national master, of course it will be a great achievement.

They do not seek wealth and honor, but they still care about their reputations before and after.

Of course, they also knew that since Jinlun dared to appear alone, they naturally had the confidence.

It is very difficult to win him.

But no matter how bad it is, it is just a death.

Who dares to come to Xiangyang is afraid of death?

Yang Guo smiled and said, "Okay, I'll block you for a while for the brothers first, brothers should hurry up and restore their strength."

Yang Guo immediately speared and blocked Jin Lun, without any fear in his eyes.

He died before he could succeed, which made the hero cry.

However, even if you die, you have to knock down a few teeth from the enemy.

If you are not a match for Jinlun, it does not mean you are surrendering.

Just fight.

Jin Lun sighed and said, "Amitabha, little brother, you have chosen a dead end."

"Since I dare to come to Xiangyang, I have no plans to choose a way out." Yang Guo said coldly.

Jin Lun shook his head, and his voice turned cold and said, "It's hopeless. I can only use your heads to pay tribute to the dead Mongolian warriors."

"Then you have to ask about the gun in my hand first." Yang Guo's right spear turned into a gun shadow all over the sky, everywhere, blocking all the attack routes of King Jinlun.

King Jinlun just smiled faintly. He didn't hurry or slow down, but just punched forward.

The divine light flashed in Yang Guo's eyes, and all the gun shadows turned into nothingness. The moment the gun shadow disappeared, the gun tip was like a dragon, roaring silently, and heading straight for the fist of King Jinlun.

The King of Golden Wheel did not avoid or dodge, and seemed to have not even seen Yang Guo's shot, and was directly hit by Yang Guo's spear tip.

Handover of boxing and guns.

Time seemed to be still at this moment, and the valley was silent.

After a while, Yang Guo vomited blood and flew back, and took seven steps to stabilize his body. His right hand holding the gun kept shaking, and his tiger's mouth was about to collapse, but Yang Guo never let go of his right hand.

"What a lot of strength." Yang Guo said with an ugly expression.

The spear he used was a magic weapon specially entrusted by Zhao Hao to give him. The golden wheel was bare-handed and empty-handed.

He should have taken advantage of it, but after actually hitting the Golden Wheel, Yang Guo only felt endless energy hitting him from the opponent's fist and his gun.

His martial arts skills have already come to the hall. Zhao Hao has not relaxed with him over the years, nor has he wasted his years.

But compared to the monk in front of him, Yang Guo felt his powerlessness.

"The little brother has a good marksmanship. I wonder which master he has mastered?" Jin Wongyan looked at the blood on his right fist with a strange look.

Yang Guo's cultivation was ordinary in his opinion, but this shot was indeed interesting and could leave traces on his fist.

"If he were here, your right arm would be gone now." Yang Guo said in a deep voice.

Jin Lun smiled faintly and said without hesitation: "Since my little brother doesn't want to say it, there is no need to say it."

"He didn't lie to you, you should be glad that you didn't meet him." A cold voice sounded behind Jin Lun.

Jin Lun's face immediately became very ugly.
Chapter completed!