In the Zhenwu Hall, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were closed, and a terrifying energy was leaking out on his body. There was no one within three feet. If there was someone, he would be pushed away by Zhenli in an instant.

About a few quarters of an hour later, Zhang Sanfeng finally opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

After more than two months of retreat, he truly reached the pinnacle of the Great Transfer of the World.

That is, he inherited and integrated Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts memory. Otherwise, he would not know what year or month it would be if he wanted to comprehend the Great Movement of the Universe!

"The strength has improved, but I don't know what the situation is outside!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly. Since the fall of Chengkun, Yuanting seemed to have become restless, dispatched troops everywhere and raging everywhere!

Zhang Sanfeng stood up and came to the Zhenwu Hall. When he appeared, he saw Master Mie Jue who was damaged in his clothes and pale face!

"Master Miejue? What's going on with Master Master? Why did it become like this?"

Zhang Sanfeng had a bad premonition in his heart.

Song Yuanqiao and Master Mie Jue were talking when they suddenly heard a sound. When they saw that it was Zhang Sanfeng, Master Mie Jue became even more excited.

"Zhang Zhenren, now, the world is in chaos. Only Wudang is the six major sects, and Emei is still persisting!"

"What's going on?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned.

"More than a month ago, Yuanting sent troops to enter our six major sects. Although our six major sects tried hard to resist, how could humans resist the army? Now Shaolin Temple has been sealed and cannot leave seclusion, the Yuan soldiers can do nothing. As for the three sects of Kunlun Kongtong Huashan, they have long been destroyed. The masters in the sect will be destroyed, and no one will be left."

After Master Mie Jue said that, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng with hope, hoping that Zhang Sanfeng could come up with a solution.

"Can Yuanting be impatient so soon?"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered extremely. He had already given Wu Mu's suicide note to Yang Xiao, which was equivalent to giving it to the Ming Cult.

Zhu Yuanzhang was in the Ming Cult. In the original work, Zhu Yuanzhang inherited the world, inherited the great throne, and ascended the throne.

Now that I have the help of Wu Mu's suicide note in this life, I believe that with Zhu Yuanzhang's talent, I will be able to shine. However, Yuanting's counterattack is a bit difficult now!

"Emei will settle down on my Wudang Mountain first. Although the environment in Wudang Mountain is not very good, you can still satisfy your food and drink."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Master Mie Jue and said again, "Do you know, the first imperial imperial commander of Mongolia, Basiba?"

Master Mie Jue shook his head, "I have never heard of it, but there is a top master in Mongolia, Sangge, who is probably not inferior to Yang Dingtian back then, and he is the first-class master."

Song Yuanqiao said on the side, "Sangge, when he went to my Wudang Mountain two months ago, his arm was cut off by his master! And Basiba is Sangge's master!"

Master Mie Jue was too shocked and said, "Sange's master? Then Sange's strength is almost invincible. What kind of person is his master?"

Master Mie Jue's heart was filled with storm.

He obtained the Nine Yin Scriptures two or three months ago. Now he has been practicing hard and his strength has increased greatly, but he is not sure to surpass Sangge. How terrifying should the master of Sangge be? I am afraid that when he takes action, the Central Plains martial arts will be vulnerable!

"Na Basiba made a fight with the old Taoist on September 9th with Kunlun Mountain, but unexpectedly, they dispatched troops to sweep across the Central Plains martial arts world!"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. At that moment, he spoke again, "I'll go down the mountain to see what strength the Yuan soldier has!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's body had disappeared. Such speed made Master Mie Jue's pupils shrink.

Her strength is now even better than Song Yuanqiao, but when facing Zhang Sanfeng, she still feels unfathomable.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, Wudang disciples were all ready to look at the thousands of Yuan soldiers several miles away. Although their bodies were stained with blood, their eyes were extremely sharp, like swords unsheathed.

These Wudang disciples have been baptized by battles and are better overall!

When these disciples saw Zhang Sanfeng coming, they were immediately excited and shouted, "I have seen the ancestor. I will definitely defend Wudang and prevent these Tartars from entering my Wudang!"

Many Wudang disciples were as powerful as rainbows and soared into the sky. They held sharp swords and were murderous.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, "You are all good men in Wudang. It is your mission to drive out the Tartars and restore China. For the country and the people, you must remember these eight words in your heart and in your mind!"

Zhang Sanfeng's true power was motivated and passed on for several miles. Almost everyone in Wudang Mountain could hear it clearly!

The next moment, Zhang Sanfeng lightly pointed his toes, and immediately rushed out a hundred meters, rushing towards the army camp of the Yuan soldiers and Tatars.

Back then, he destroyed a team of two thousand Yuan soldiers alone. Now there are only more than one thousand people in front of him, so he is naturally not afraid!

"Is the ancestor going to fight with the Yuan soldiers alone?"

"It seems like yes...that's more than a thousand elite troops..."

Some disciples opened their mouths wide. Even the most powerful warriors should be irresistible in front of the army. Should their ancestors break this rule?

Opposite, the commander of the Yuan soldiers looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was rushing to death, spit out fiercely, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and waved it forward fiercely.

"The good men of Dayuan, kill this old man and become a commander of thousands of men, and reward you with ten thousand taels of gold!"

"Huhuhu, Huhuhu!"

"Kill!"

The next moment, the shouts and rushing sounds of the Yuan soldiers and the sounds of the rushing commanders covered the voice of the commanders. They rushed towards the sky with a sweeping force like a heavy rain!

"Red Flame Divine Palm!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Sanfeng was still ten meters away, and he slapped a red flame palm power. He was in seclusion for two months and was even more powerful and almost no longer like a mortal.

The internal force almost never stops and flows in the body, and Zhang Sanfeng almost turned into a perpetual motion machine that never stops!

"boom!"

This palm turned into a three-meter-high large handprint and was hardly stamped on the most comprehensive Yuan soldiers and Tatars.

Immediately, dozens of Yuan soldiers and Tartars screamed and fell from the war horse. With just this blow, they took away the lives of dozens of Yuan soldiers' elite soldiers!

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. Everyone opened their mouths wide. Looking at the dozens of Yuan soldiers who died tragically, and then at Xu Fa Crazy Dance, the ancestor who was boiling murderous intent, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"The ancestor is mighty, the ancestor is mighty, killing the Yuan army, killing the Yuan army."

The commander of the Yuan soldiers and Tartars seemed to have felt Zhang Sanfeng's strength, and he couldn't help but hold back his horse and retreat!

"Today, you all are going to die!"
Chapter completed!