The sword came out of Huashan, and swept the world from the world of swordsman

The moment Yue Zhuoqun entered the gate of time and space, his body was enveloped by an invisible force, and his eyes were filled with colorful divine light. He felt dizzy and could not tell the directions of up, down, left and right.

This process lasted for several minutes, and his body paused, and the light finally dissipated.

He opened his eyes and looked around. This was a city, with constant shouting and killing, and blazing fires and collapsed houses everywhere.

He was in a remote street in the city, and at the other end of the street, two groups of people could be seen fighting.

One side was holding a scimitar and riding a horse, obviously dressed as a Mongolian Tartar. They were fierce and killed the enemy step by step.

The side fighting with the Mongolian Tartars was divided into two types. One wore simple leather armor with a word "Zhou" written on the chest, and was the main force of the battle.

The other side wore short and tight yellow robes, and held all kinds of weapons in their hands, including knives, shovels, and wooden stakes. While fighting with others, they cleared the way for retreat.

Before Yue Zhuoqun could figure out the situation, the system sounded in his ears:

[Ding! Traveling through the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, setting the identity for the host...]

[The identity was set successfully, the flag bearer of the Mingjiao Thick Earth Flag. 】

[Name: Yue Zhuoqun]

[Identity: Mingjiao Thick Earth Flag Flag Bearer]

[Acquired Internal Strength: 34185]

[Martial Coins: 1180]

[Qi Luck: 66]

[Near-Path Level Skills: Dragon Elephant Prajna Level Nine (Acquired Realm Great Success 3635/10000)

Mortal Level Skills: Wanshou Daozang Skills (Acquired Realm Perfection 13956/100000), Absorbing Power Skills (Acquired Realm Perfection 2045/10000), Vajra Indestructible Divine Skills (Acquired Realm Perfection 2045/10000)

Mortal Level Martial Arts: Four Extreme Swords (Perfect 13710/100000), Three Martial Arts Styles (Perfect 13140/100000), Fifteen Deadly Swords (Perfect 3285/100000)

Superior Level Martial Arts: Lingxi Yi Finger (Perfect 14326/100000), One Yang Finger Second Grade (Perfect 11310/10000), Fairy from the Sky (Great 3285/10000), Phoenix Dances in the Sky (Great 3285/10000...]

[Current situation: Zhou Yuwang, a disciple of the Maitreya Sect, a branch of the Ming Cult, started an uprising in Yuanzhou, Jiangxi several years ago, calling himself King Zhou to fight against the Yuan Mongols. Now Yuanzhou City has been breached by the Yuan army, and the host has been ordered to lead the Thick Earth Banner to come to the rescue.]

[Publish the main task: Expel the Yuan Mongols and revive the Han Dynasty.]

"Yitian Tulong, Ming Cult Flag Envoy!" After understanding the identity of this world, he raised his eyebrows.

But there was no time to sigh too much, because the battle in front of him had reached a white-hot point.

The city gate was breached, even if the King Zhou's army had the Thick Earth Banner Even though they tried to help, they were also killed and retreated continuously. If things continued like this, I'm afraid that they would be wiped out in less than half an hour.

"Humph! Expelling the Tartars is exactly what I want."

A flash of light flashed in his hand, and the Gentleman Sword emerged. He lifted his foot slightly on the ground and soared into the air, rushing straight at the two groups of people fighting.

His current Qinggong is no longer the Golden Goose Gong, but has been replaced with Lu Xiaofeng's Qinggong skill - Fengwu Jiutian.

In the air, his Taoist robe spread out in the wind, elegant and ethereal, as if he had turned into a phoenix and crossed over.

His sudden appearance immediately attracted the attention of the people fighting below.

"Flag bearer, it's our flag bearer who has taken action!"

"Oh my God, the flag bearer actually has such a superb Qinggong, I'm afraid it's not worse than the Green Winged Bat King among the four Dharma Kings who protect the religion!"

Cheers came from the thick earth flag, and the momentum suddenly shook.

On the other hand, the Yuan and Mongolian army showed a look of horror in their eyes.

The leading general narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly: "Archers, shoot him down!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, a group of Tatar soldiers came forward with bows and arrows, aiming at Yue Zhuoqun who was crossing the void.

Swish, swish, swish~

In an instant, thousands of arrows flew into the sky, and a black mass covered Yue Zhuoqun's body below.

Yue Zhuoqun showed disdain on his face, and waved his left arm in front of him. The spiral internal force whistled out, and the arrows all over the sky and fields immediately turned around and shot the Tatar soldier with the bow and arrow.

Then the gentleman's sword exuded a fascinating aura and slashed out horizontally.

Swish!

The dazzling sword light fell to the ground with endless murderous intent.

Anyone touched by the sword light would be split in half on the spot.

Although the Fourteen Deadly Swords did not attract the power of heaven and earth to gather into a sword energy poison dragon like the Fifteen Swords, it was also an ominous sword of killing.

"What a powerful swordsmanship! When did such a master appear in the Ming Cult?" The pupils of the Mongol general shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously exclaimed.

The famous Ming CultThere are many masters, but I have never heard of anyone with such a powerful swordsmanship!

With one sword, dozens of people were killed. This method is really scary.

"Don't panic, General, we will deal with him."

Four red figures jumped out from behind him, leaping high and rushing towards Yue Zhuoqun.

These four people wore yellow monk hats and red monk robes. They were all foreign monks from the Western Regions and were quite powerful.

The Mongolian army was able to easily break through the city of Yuanzhou. These four foreign monks made a lot of efforts.

The four people used fists, palms, or claws, and their attacks carried wind sounds. It was obvious that they had received the true teachings of Tantric martial arts.

Their bodies were well coordinated, and their fierce moves were in line with the way of combined attacks. Once they were entangled, it was difficult to get away.

It was a pity that they overestimated themselves and underestimated Yue Zhuoqun.

Facing this combined attack, Yue Zhuoqun did not even change his expression. He just sent his long sword lightly, drawing four cold rays.

The four of them didn't even have time to react, as if they were taking the initiative to meet him.

Puff, puff, puff~

The sword pierced their throats on the spot, blood sprayed, and they fell to the ground.

From the time they attacked to the time they died, it took less than three breaths, and the clean and neat way made the armies of both sides unable to recover.

The heart of the Mongolian general was pounding, and he was the first to react. His hair stood on end, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

These four foreign monks were specially sent by the prince to help him. They were his greatest support, but they were killed in the blink of an eye. How dare they stay in the field for a long time?

"Retreat!" He shouted, turning his horse's head to retreat.

"Retreat? Can you retreat?"

The next moment, Yue Zhuoqun's figure was above his head, and his head flew high with a sword.

The body ran more than ten meters with the warhorse, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Great, the Tartar general is dead, kill them!"

The Zhou army and the Houtu flag cheered and rushed up, killing the Tartar soldiers who had lost their backbone, and finally only a few hundred people escaped from the city in a panic.

Yue Zhuoqun fell on the street and did not continue to attack.

When the battle was over, the Houtu flag surrounded him, with admiration on their faces.

"Flag bearer, your martial arts are so strong. Fortunately, you are here in this battle, otherwise we would really be wiped out."

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and said, "It's just killing a few Tartars, it's not worth mentioning. Let's go and see the casualties first and bandage the wounded brothers."

"Yes!"

The crowd suppressed their excitement and dispersed.

At this time, a sad cry came from the Zhou army camp: "Lord, hold on!"