swordsman in the heavens

The Mongolian soldiers were as powerful as a pack of hunting wolves, with ferocious killing intent on their faces.

Yi Tianheng smiled faintly, drew out the long sword from his left waist with his right hand, activated his internal energy, and the sword immediately whistled softly, like a flute.

His speed increased sharply, and he rushed into the crowd. With lightning speed, he slashed the neck of the leading Mongolian soldier with his sword. Then he activated his internal force, and the long sword stuck to his hand and rotated 180 degrees. The tip of the sword moved from

He turned from forward to backward, thrust back without looking back, and stabbed a hole in the abdomen of another Mongolian soldier.

Dealing with ten Mongolian soldiers separated from their horses at close range couldn't be easier for a martial arts master like him!

After killing the last Mongolian soldier, Yi Tianheng stopped and said, "Do you know how to get to the Mongolian camp?"

The Mongolian soldier was stunned and muttered something.

Yi Tianheng said: "You don't understand Chinese?"

The Mongolian soldier then chirped.

Yi Tianheng frowned. He realized that he was playing the harp to an ox. He swung his sword and killed the other person. At the same time, he also took off the other person's military uniform. He kept this person until he killed him last because the other person's figure was very similar to his own.

You can take off this military uniform and save it for later use.

After that, Yi Tian walked over to the pot where the pot was cooking. Many things were cooked in it, including radish, cabbage and pork. The pot of pot of pot was fragrant and very tempting. Since Genghis Khan invented the pot, this practice has spread all over the country.

Yi Tianheng was not in the mood to eat this pot of delicacies. After all, there were ten corpses next to him.

He went to the stable, unbridled nine of the horses, took off their saddles, and let them go, leaving only one for himself.

Walking into a dilapidated house, Yi Tianheng closed the door, sat cross-legged in the corner, and began to rest his mind. His mind was spinning, thinking about the next action.

There are 300,000 soldiers in the Mongolian military camp. If you plan to sneak in secretly, it would be too fanciful. I don't know the layout of the military camp. Sneaking in secretly will only lead to headless flies wandering around, and sooner or later you will be exposed.

What method should be used?

Yi Tianheng frowned.

If he dressed up as a Mongolian soldier, it would be a huge flaw that he did not understand Mongolian. Although it could deceive others for a short time, it would definitely be discovered in the long run. If he wanted to find the food and grass in the camp, he intuitively judged that he would not

so easy.

After thinking about it, he suddenly laughed at himself. It was a shame that he wanted to do something heroic, but when it came time to take action, he had no clue.

He stood up and began to circle around the room.

Whenever he was indecisive, he couldn't help but go around in circles like this.

After walking for about ten times, his eyes lit up and he thought of a way.

"Although it is dangerous, it is the most reliable, that's all. So what if I am in danger in order to repay Guo Jing's kindness for teaching me?"

After making up his mind, he sat cross-legged again and began to practice the "Nine Yin Sutra".

The Mongolian camp was only ten miles away from Xiangyang City. Five days ago, Hong Qigong led his troops to burn grain and grass to anger Kublai Khan. For five days, he pursued Xiangyang City fiercely. The offensive became stronger and stronger. Xiangyang City Song Dynasty

The army is suffering unspeakably.

After some twists and turns, Yi Tianheng rode his horse and arrived at the Mongolian camp.

This is an open plain, with large camps connected one after another, seemingly endless, majestic and breathtaking!

It is really difficult to find food and grass in this large military camp.

Yi Tianheng had already let the horse go to avoid any trouble.

He was currently on a hillside, looking at the situation of the camp from a distance. There were countless cavalry patrolling in front of the camp. He was convinced that once he went out, thousands of arrows would be fired at him.

There was a forest behind him, and there was a sound of dead branches being trampled. Yi Tianheng was confused and sneaked over quietly.

In this forest, five people wearing Tibetan clothing hurried over. One of them was held up by four others and his body was stained with blood.

"Elder brother, you have to hold on, you will be able to return to the military camp soon."

"Grandpa Shizu took action, you will be fine. After you recover, we will go to Xiangyang together, kill Zhu Ziliu, cut off all ten of his fingers and drink them."

The elder brother who seemed to have been seriously injured suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood after hearing the words and dyed the clothes in front of him red.

The two people supporting him were shocked, and one of the other two people cursed: "San Chou, I told you not to say the word 'hold on'. This way, if you say it once, senior brother will vomit a mouthful of blood. You

Why don’t you have a long memory?”

Another one also scolded: "That is, you must never say the word 'hold on' again. Senior brother ate to hold up his stomach when he was a child. He suffered from bloating for three days and three nights and almost died. Now I hear it"

The word 'hold on' makes me want to vomit, have you forgotten?"

As soon as the two men finished speaking, the senior brother vomited a large mouthful of blood.

Everyone was shocked and yelled at each other.

"It's your fault, it's all your fault. You agreed not to say those two words."

"I'm teaching you not to say it, not that I want to say those two words."

...

Yi Tianheng saw this in his eyes and felt it in his heart, thinking to himself that this man was so good at vomiting that it would be better if he didn't even have a bowl. He had an idea and felt lucky in his heart. He could get whatever he wanted, God would treat him like this.

Not thin.

Yi Tianheng patted the dead leaves on his body, walked over calmly, and met five people head-on, who immediately stopped.

"who are you?"

When faced with the question, Yi Tianheng smiled calmly and said, "I came here to hunt in the mountains."

"Go hunting, don't bother us."

These people unintentionally messed with Yi Tianheng because of Da Chou's injury. They could feel that Yi Tianheng had quite a lot of kung fu. Now that Da Chou was about to die, there was no time to delay.

Yi Tianheng smiled and said: "I can see that your companion is seriously injured. I happen to have a magical medicine that can treat serious injuries. It may be helpful to you."

Among the five people, except for the injured one, a more stable and mature person came over. He was the second ugly among the five ugly people. He had a scar on his face and looked very fierce. He had a Mongolian scimitar on his waist. Yi Tian

Heng noticed that there were many calluses on his hands, and he was obviously a knife-hand.

Er Chou cupped his fists and said, "Brother, please give me some medicine."

Yi Tianheng said: "Easy to talk about. As the saying goes, when the road is rough, draw your sword to help. Acting bravely when seeing justice is what we should do."

After saying that, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and poured out a "Nine Flower Jade Dew Pill". Huang Rong personally gave this bottle to him, and now he had to use it to support the enemy for the sake of the big plan.

The aroma of "Jiuhua Yulu Pills" instantly reached Er Chou's nose. He took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed. He said happily: "This is definitely a panacea. Thank you brother, my senior brother is saved."

He walked back and was about to feed the big ugly man when the three ugly men next to him suddenly muttered something in Mongolian. He also mumbled something and finally fed the injured man.

The conversation between the two probably means:

San Chou: "Could this medicine be poisonous? Many Han Chinese medicines smell good, but are actually extremely poisonous. And this man is hiding around the military camp. I'm afraid he is not a spy who came to find out the news."

Er Chou: "Eldest Brother is dying now, so he can only be a dead horse. If that person was a spy, he would have taken action against us long ago. It can be seen that his kung fu is not weak."

San Chou: "Why don't we invite him back to the military camp? If Senior Brother is saved, we will thank him. If this medicine is poison, he will not be able to escape from our hands."

Er Chou: "Okay, that's the decision."