Chapter 60 Spear and Shield

Three monks walked out of the golden tent. They were not dressed like monks from the Central Plains. They were probably Tantric monks. There was no compassion like Buddha in those three people. Instead, there was a strong sense of killing.

The three monks were holding a golden shield. Just now when Wang Ming went in, the three monks held up the shields and pushed him out along with his horse.

"Who are you? This is the first time I see someone as strong as mine." Wang Ming stood up and asked when he saw the monk coming out.

"The three of us are practicing the unique martial art of the Vajra Sect of Mongolian Esoteric Buddhism, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, so our power is naturally strong. On the contrary, you, the donor, don't seem to have practiced the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, but you can also have such divine power. You must be serious." said the old monk.

"'Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung'? No wonder! How many levels have you cultivated to?" Wang Ming asked casually.

"I am ashamed. I have only cultivated to the ninth level despite the full support of the Khan." The monk was very humble, but his expression was clearly full of pride. Because although this martial art has thirteen levels, it has only been practiced to the ninth level in history, and the ninth level can make them stand out from the crowd.

Wang Ming was also stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Are the ancient people so honest? I just asked casually, and he revealed his true feelings."

After hearing the news, Wang Ming's heart finally settled down.

Don't underestimate the ninth level of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu". King Jinlun appeared at the ninth level during the Legend of the Condor Heroes period. After being exhausted by Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo at Lujiazhuang, he was still able to fight against Guo Jing. You have to know that Guo Jing's strength at that time was already comparable to Ouyang Feng.

The five great masters of the Condor Heroes period actually all became innate masters over the course of time.

In the later period, he cultivated to the tenth level, and even the five great masters combined could not be defeated.

Wang Ming thought to himself: "As long as you are not on the tenth level, I can let you see the Buddha today."

Wang Ming didn't waste any more words and raised his spear to stab the old monk.

The three old monks had no sense of fair competition at all, and they worked together to block Wang Ming's spear. They had followed Temujin in his battles for many years, and in their minds, a fight requires a lot of people, so why bother with a one-on-one fight when you can just fight in a group?
Wang Ming's spear was very fast. The three old monks could only see white streaks of light. They had never seen such a fast spear. The flying spear flowers in the sky were so shocking that they became more alert.

These three monks did not recognize the weapon called horse lance. In their eyes, it was just a long spear with a peculiar shape. The lance was derived from the spear, so it was not surprising that they made a mistake.

The tip of Wang Ming's lance blade bombarded their shields like a violent storm, forcing them to retreat step by step. They dared not relax at all. If they were not careful, the gun flowers blooming in the sky would no longer bloom, but their bodies would be covered with blood.

The bright silver of the lance blade and the golden of the three monks' shields turned into several circles of light as they danced at a very fast speed, constantly squeezing each other. With the concerted efforts of the three monks, they managed to maintain the center line and avoid being broken by the bright silver circles of light.

Ten moves, fifteen moves, twenty moves, twenty-five moves, thirty moves, they felt that Wang Ming's attacks were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that they had no time to care about anything else and had to hold on tightly.

This is the application of Wang Ming's heavy sword technique. This move can be called the "heavy" technique. It is a way to make light weapons have the effect of heavy weapons. Everything else is fine, but it consumes too much internal energy. Without the heavy internal force to wrap the weapon, using the sword as a hammer will only cause the sword to break.

These three monks are no worse than Wang Ming in strength and realm, but their fighting skills and offensive methods are too poor, and they are not on the same level as Wang Ming at all.

Wang Ming's flying gun flowers were the result of the use of the "speed" technique of the "Phantom Sword" for explosive speed, and the increasingly heavy attacks were the "heavy" technique of the "heavy sword" for attacking.

Wang Ming also had a great advantage in weapons. The lance was made of wood. Don't underestimate this wood. This wood has amazing bending and rebounding ability. After three years of repeated soaking in oil, air drying, and painting by craftsmen, it is harder than iron. It also has toughness that iron does not have. Don't underestimate this rebound effect. It can not only bounce off the corpse on the lance blade. Its most important function is shock absorption.

Otherwise, imagine that you are charging at a wall with your iron spear. You don't know if the wall will be penetrated, but your hand will be basically numb. When you stab heavy armor with a spear, it is almost the same as stabbing a wall.

So at this time, the weapons of Wang Ming and the three monks could be regarded as a head-on collision. One side had the horse lance and spear shaft to absorb the shock, while the other side could only rely on their bodies to hold on.

Sure enough, after a while, the palms of the three people began to crack due to the shock, and the handles of the shields were stained with their blood. If it were not for their strong will, their numb hands would not be able to hold the shields.

They wanted to dodge, but unfortunately the lance's attack range was too wide.

The golden tent had already been opened when Wang Ming rushed in. Sitting in the middle was an old man who was full of dignity, yet heroic. There were more than a dozen people sitting side by side on both sides.

Outside the tent, shields and lances kept colliding with each other, making a huge roar. Sparks flew from time to time. The three masters kept retreating. Anyone with a brain knew that these three masters were in a precarious situation.

"It seems that the three masters are no match for this assassin. Order the soldiers to join the siege and bring the heavy crossbows to the front. I want to shoot him into a sieve." The person who spoke was Temujin.

"Yes, sir!" A soldier quickly came out of the tent and conveyed the order.

With the joining of Mongolian soldiers, the three monks got a chance to catch their breath. They couldn't help but feel fortunate that the support came in time, otherwise they would have been killed today.

Wang Ming was now in a headache. He was pushed out of the tent by three monks, and his Ferghana horse was not in the same place as him. He was now on the ground, being harassed by a group of Mongolian cavalrymen charging with spears. Although he would not die from a few shots, his body protection method could not withstand the charge of hundreds of cavalrymen in turns!

"Ah! Haha! Ha! Ha..."

Suddenly, a very strange and arrogant laugh came from under Wang Ming's helmet.

The horses within a radius of 500 meters began to lose control, running around wildly, and many cavalrymen were thrown off their horses.

In this chaotic situation, he fell down and was trampled to death.

The soldiers were also unable to control their bodies, and their minds were filled with hallucinations. Some soldiers with weak willpower had already begun to take off their armor and pounce on others around them...

Ahem! This was the effect of the "Song of the Rising Tide in the Blue Sea" by the old and dishonest Huang Yaoshi. It was not Wang Ming's fault. This song could arouse desires in that area.

There were many people with internal skills present, and many of them began to try their best to suppress the internal Qi running wildly in their bodies, and their bodies were like a mess.

When Wang Ming saw this effect, he couldn't help but think, "I actually forgot about the group attack ability of the sound wave skill. This is really wrong."

Just when Wang Ming was relaxing, three old monks attacked him together, using the shields in their hands and pushing him with tremendous force. The three of them knew very well that the opponent was not so easy to kill. They approached Wang Ming, cooperated with each other to snatch the lance in Wang Ming's hand, and pushed Wang Ming away for a distance.

In their opinion, this man was able to fight three at once mainly because of the power of his weapon. If he lost his weapon, he would be like a tiger without claws and fangs, ready to be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)