Chapter 282 Launching a War 2

"I will send an order to my brother Wang to lead the army to attack Xiangyang. This time I will definitely frighten the courage of the kings and ministers of the Song Dynasty, and make other countries no longer dare to be enemies of the Yuan Dynasty."

Brother Meng slapped the armrest of the seat and said angrily.

Looking into the distance, he seemed to see the towering city wall that had repeatedly blocked the attacks of the Meng Yuan cavalry, and said bitterly:

"If it weren't for the old Taoist priest in Wudang, how could my Dayuan cavalry be blocked by a small Xiangyang city?"

He hated that the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry were unparalleled in the world. They had always been invincible in battles and conquered all attacks, but they were unable to defeat Xiangyang City. This was a shame for the entire Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

The Meng Yuan could not conquer Xiangyang, not because the Meng Yuan cavalry were not elite enough, nor because the Xiangyang defenders were too powerful, but because of Zhang Laodao in Wudang Mountain.

In the past, Zhang Laodao broke into the Meng Yuan Palace alone with one man and one sword, and killed a river of blood. The founder of the Meng Yuan Dynasty, "Tianming Zhenren", was also hijacked by Zhang Laodao and had to order the withdrawal of troops.

Since then, Master Tianming has died in depression, and Meng Yuan did not dare to attack Xiangyang with all his strength. Most of the time, he just grabbed the resources and ran away.

Being a seasoned man, he had so many worries that even delayed Meng Yuan's steps to unify the world. Just thinking about it made Brother Meng feel so angry that he had the urge to vomit blood.

"Master, if you and Jinlun Guoshi join forces, can you kill the old Taoist priest in Wudang?"

That is not the level human income can reach.

Three thousand souls were cut off with one sword, and the beacon fire destroyed thousands of armies with their blood.

Although he hated Zhang Laodao with all his heart, Zhang Laodao left such a deep impression on him that he did not dare to call him by his first name.

The Battle Blood Sky Slaughter circulated, filled with bloody light, and strengthened the fighting spirit of the cavalry, leading three thousand cavalry to charge left and right, launching an extremely bloody massacre.

There is a certain kind of person who is born for the battlefield.

The war horses neighed, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Qiyu, Zhu Houzhao, and Li Rusong led their troops to the battlefield. They rushed into the battlefield and charged through the formation of the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry.

When the war started, Lin'an received the news immediately and made arrangements quickly.

"kill"

Zhu Di's sword shocked the entire Xiangyang battlefield. Behind him, three thousand elite cavalry descended from the mountain like tigers, killing the Meng Yuan cavalry until they were unable to fight back.

When Zhang Sanfeng broke into the Mengyuan Palace alone with his sword, he watched his master die under Zhang Sanfeng's Zhenwu sword.

Zhu Di is undoubtedly this kind of person, and even the cultivation techniques he created are suitable for fighting and killing.

Brother Meng's face turned dark, and he was not unaware of how difficult it was to practice Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. God knows how long it would take for Jin Lun Dharma King to master the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu.

"Hold your knives and kill with me."

The soldiers brought by the old Zhu family were all elites who were accomplished in martial arts. Their combat power was completely superior to the Meng Yuan cavalry. With Zhu Di's command and dispatch, they quickly disrupted the Meng Yuan formation and killed many men.

The Yuan Iron Cavalry suffered heavy casualties.

"horrible!"

Killing thousands of elite Mongolian cavalry with one sword, is it human power or ghosts and gods?

The Meng Yuan Iron Cavalry is enough to frighten all countries and has the strength to dominate the world. However, there are only a limited number of top masters who can play a decisive role. It is really frustrating to be forced to give in repeatedly by an old Taoist priest!

Everyone on the Xiangyang City Wall was dumbfounded, dumbfounded and in disbelief.

"To be honest with you, Zhang Sanfeng has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and cultivation. Even if a humble monk joins forces with his senior brother, the chance of winning will not exceed 20%."

Brother Meng's face changed, and he was extremely ugly. He felt deeply that unless Zhang Sanfeng died, Meng Yuan's great cause would be difficult to achieve.

Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Qiyu, and Zhu Houzhao performed very normally and did not show too much strength.

His father, "Master Tian Ming", once asked Qiu Chuji, the master of Changchun of the Quanzhen Sect, and treated him generously with the courtesy of a national teacher. Qiu Chuji refused and left.

After receiving Meng Ge's order, Kublai Khan immediately led his troops to launch a fierce attack on Xiangyang City.

Meng Ge looked at the junior disciple of the national preceptor, Jinlun Dharma King, Ganglun Dharma King, and asked through gritted teeth.

Lao Zhu, Zhu Biao, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Jianshen, Zhu Youtang and others were in charge of the center, while Zhu Di, Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Qiyu led troops to help Xiangyang.

"Wang Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect may be able to compete with Zhang Sanfeng, but"

"If my senior brother can practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to the tenth level, he should be able to compete with Zhang Sanfeng."

Of course, the soldiers they brought were elites brought by them from their respective territories through time and space channels. They did not dare to use Song Ting's soldiers.

"well"

The broad and fat King Ganglun smiled bitterly. His Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has reached the eighth level. He is only slightly inferior to his senior brother Jinlun Dharma King. Looking at the entire world, he is considered a first-rate master.

Even if he can't win over Wang Chongyang's disciples, let alone win over Wang Chongyang himself, Meng Ge doesn't think that his personality charm can surpass that of his father.

Rather than placing his hopes on Jin Lun Dharma King to master the tenth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, he might as well seize the time to recruit more martial arts masters from the Central Plains.

At this time, Ganglun Dharma King said another sentence.

In their eyes, Zhu Di's figure was rising infinitely, so majestic and sacred, just like the god of war in mythology.

Meng Ge looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, which contained too much helplessness and sadness.

Ganglun Dharma King glanced at Meng Ge and did not finish his words.

If you show too much, you will easily become the target of public criticism, which will be detrimental to your plan to destroy all countries in one war.

The Meng Yuan cavalry dominated the world, destroying countries and slaughtering countless cities. Their fighting power was truly unstoppable and they were not afraid of death. Even though Guo Jing and Lv Wende tried their best to defend, they were almost defeated by the Meng Yuan on several occasions.

Brother Meng snorted coldly. He knew that Wang Chongyang of Quanzhenjiao was the leader of the Central Plains' five great powers. It was expected that he could compete with Zhang Sanfeng. However, asking Wang Chongyang to work for Meng Yuan was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

It was indeed a massacre. Facing the elite cavalry with martial arts skills, the Meng Yuan cavalry seemed to have turned into docile sheep, and could only be harvested by the cavalry led by Zhu Di.

As a deterrent, Zhu Di is enough. They should hide for the time being, which will be beneficial to the subsequent plan.

The sword shook the sky, shook the wind and clouds, and was like thousands of troops marching in all directions, rampaging and unstoppable. Wherever the sword was shrouded, countless Mongolian and Yuan cavalry shed their blood in the sky.

"All armies will be cut down with one strike."

But in front of the terrifying and inhuman Zhang Laodao, the Steel Wheel Dharma King was nothing at all. He had no doubt that Zhang Sanfeng could easily crush him to death.

As soon as he entered the battlefield, Zhu Di seemed to have awakened some strange attribute. His blood was boiling and he was extremely excited.

The Meng Yuan cavalry were ferocious and brave, and could be called an invincible iron-blooded warrior, but they were mortal bodies after all, and they were no match for Zhu Di's three thousand well-trained cavalry.

"What a strong strength."

A drop of cold sweat fell from Guo Jing's forehead. He is also one of the top masters in the world, infinitely close to Zhang Sanfeng's level, but he will never be able to kill an army with one sword.

"Is there no one in the world who can defeat him?"

When a wolf turns into a sheep, it no longer poses a threat and will only be eaten by more ferocious wolves.

This is the current war situation.

"Your Majesty, withdraw your troops!"

The sudden change caught Meng Yuan off guard. By the time he realized it, the defeat was irreversible. All the generals advised Kublai Khan to retreat first.

Jin Lun Dharma King’s younger brother Gang Lun Dharma King is just a joke. Don’t take it seriously. There is no Gang Lun Dharma King in Mr. Jin Yong’s works!
Chapter completed!