Chapter 62 Hard Fight
Wang Ming was attacked by a foreign monk who suddenly appeared and used a kite-flying method to release a scorching and overbearing palm force from a distance, sending him running around everywhere. If it weren't for the powerful "Aerial Teleportation", he would have been killed by the continuous palm force.

Wang Ming had no choice but to retreat twenty meters, only then he was out of the foreign monk's maximum attack range.

But it really opened Wang Ming's eyes. This was the first time Wang Ming saw someone using internal force to attack at such a long distance.

Although there were even more powerful 40-meter-long swords and means of moving mountains and controlling dragons in "Number One Under Heaven", he had never seen them with his own eyes! In that world, he always relied on the advantage of foresight to exchange for martial arts. As long as he sensed that a fight was going to happen, he would immediately find a place to hide and wait until the wind and waves calmed down before running out to play.

Wang Ming used the teleportation to evade the opponent's attack range and said, "You don't seem to be a master of the Mongolian Esoteric Buddhism Vajra Sect, right?"

The foreign monk said, "I am definitely not from the Vajra Sect."

Wang Ming guessed and asked, "Who is Jiumozhi to you?"

The foreign monk was stunned by this question and asked, "How do you know my master's name?"

Wang Ming did not answer the foreign monk, but asked: "Then the martial arts you just used must be the unique martial arts of the Nyingma School of Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, the Flame Sword?"

The foreign monk said calmly: "The Tubo Kingdom is a thing of the past. Let it return to dust!"

Wang Mingdao said: "You are not a Mongolian, there is no need to risk your life for them, just get out of the way!"

The foreign monk still showed no emotion: "It is my duty, I am sorry that I cannot obey your order."

Just when Wang Ming was about to continue speaking, the three injured monks from the Vajra Sect recovered their breath and, together with the foreign monks from the Nyingma Sect, surrounded Wang Ming on four corners.

The foreign monk and Wang Ming talked so much nonsense just to let the three monks of the Vajra Sect catch their breath so that they could attack Wang Ming together. In addition, his continuous flame knife attack could not last long at all. It was a helpless choice for him to burst out with all his strength to buy time.

Now that he saw Wang Ming had escaped his attack range, he stopped and chatted with him casually. Of course, the real reason was that he had just exploded to his limit and needed to slow down.

These monks are not afraid of wasting time. The longer they drag it out, the better it will be for them.

Although the three Vajra Sect monks spat out some blood after being hit by Wang Ming's Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar, they were not seriously injured and recovered in a short while.

When Wang Ming saw this situation, he immediately understood. If he kept talking, the opponent would fully recover. The internal energy of a congenital master could recover extremely quickly. Let's start fighting!

The battle started again. Wang Ming cursed madly in his heart: "These four dead thieves have no martial ethics at all. They are fighting against the same level. Not only do they besiege us, but they also let the army behind them shoot arrows from time to time."

This battle was the most difficult battle Wang Ming had ever fought, even more difficult than the Sword Contest at Mount Huashan.

A few people on Mount Hua still have some martial ethics, but these four have no respect for their integrity at all.

The three monks of the Vajra Sect were holding a large shield and took turns to be the main attacker, while the other two protected him with the shield.

When they were attacking, they would hide behind their shields, aim at Wang Ming, and charge at him with all their might, with a charge that was more violent than that of an adult bull. While Wang Ming was dodging, a cavalryman happened to be on the monk's charge trajectory, and the monk, who was charging at full force, would definitely not be able to stop!
As a result, the guy was knocked away along with his horse, and then fell to the ground like mud. Most of the bones in his body were shattered, his internal organs were ruptured, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

Wang Ming couldn't help but think when he saw the tragedy, "This monk is too cruel!"

They take turns to attack and charge, while the other two recover and protect. Combined with the ability of the innate realm to quickly recover internal energy, they can fight for three days and three nights without any problem.

Wang Ming had no time to rest. Sooner or later, he would be exhausted by them. When Wang Ming used the "heavy character formula" with the Tang horizontal sword in his hand, it could indeed make a light weapon have the effect of a heavy weapon, and compete with the giant shield of the Vajra Sect monk for a short time. But after all, the weapon was restrained, and that was when doubling the internal force, so it could not be used frequently.

The three monks from the Vajra Sect were holding up big shields, like iron turtles, and it was very uncomfortable to fight them.

There is also a foreign monk on the periphery who will attack you from time to time, and you will be in trouble if you are not careful.

"Flame Blade" is a technique that concentrates internal energy at the edge of the palm, and then uses the internal energy to send it out to injure people with illusory virtual energy.

What does the illusory virtual force mean?
It means invisible and colorless.

You can see it in Tianlong Temple. It was Jiumozhi who was focusing on the scriptures and didn't want to hurt anyone, so he lit six incense sticks to show the direction of his palm power.

At this time, the monk would not play the same trick as Jiumozhi. He simply used this characteristic to attack Wang Ming from a distance, making it impossible to defend against him.

Many Mongolian soldiers are opportunists. They want to find a chance to kill Wang Ming when he is fighting with the four monks. Even if it is just one kill, the reward will not be reduced.

As the battle continued, the orders in the central military camp had long since changed from ordinary military orders to heavy rewards.

How could a heroic leader like Temujin not understand that there will always be brave men when there is a big reward, but when there is no reward, even brave men will turn into deserters.

But ah!
The battlefield for these five people is too damn dangerous. As long as they get close to the edge, they will be at risk of being hit by the aftermath.

Either they were chopped by an invisible flaming knife and burned to a crisp, or they were shocked by the sonic power and bled from all seven orifices to death. Those who were hit the worst by the three Vajra Sect monks were the worst.

Gradually, no one dared to get close to there, because no one was stupid.

They used their grassland people's unique skill of riding and archery, constantly adjusting their position on horseback and shooting arrows at Wang Ming.

Fortunately, Wang Ming's armor is thick, so as long as he protects his eyes, there will be no big problems with other parts of his body as long as he is not hit continuously in the same part.

But after being hit once by a giant heavy crossbow that was pushed over, Wang Ming no longer dared to underestimate those soldiers. The thickened armor prevented the crossbow arrow from piercing his body, and the shock force transmitted was also blocked by the body protection method.

Under the siege of the crowd, Wang Ming was fighting like a trapped beast.

Attacks will come from all directions, and the space for movement is being compressed smaller and smaller.

The most important thing is that the armor on his body began to gradually break under the frequent attacks.

Wang Ming is not afraid of these four innate masters. As long as he is given time, he will be able to defeat them with his profound foundation.

What he was really afraid of were those Mongolian soldiers. Although Wang Ming killed them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, Wang Ming was not protected by armor and could still be killed by their long spears, thousands of arrows, and heavy crossbows.

Wang Ming knew that the rhythm of the battle had been controlled by the opponent, and now he was like a cat being slowly eaten away by a mouse.

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