Chapter 63 The end of the battle
Wang Ming was a little tired after being attacked by four people. He knew he couldn't go on. He thought to himself, "Although I have two sets of internal energy, I can't bear such consumption. Once my internal energy is exhausted, I will be at the mercy of others."

Suddenly, Wang Ming stopped using his Qinggong to dodge the foreign monks' "flame sword" attacks and let them hit his body. He then roared at the three Vajra Sect monks who were attacking him at close range.

"The Howling Wind of Ghost Prison"

This time, the Ghost Prison Yin Wind Roar that Wang Ming used was extremely powerful. It was not an ordinary sound wave, but also carried the sound of Gangqi. He began to roar out seven or eight times in a row, regardless of the cost.

Six of them hit the three old monks of the Vajra Sect, and they were immediately seriously injured. They supported their weak bodies with shields and looked at Wang Ming with strong fear in their eyes.

The remaining two were defended by Wang Ming using the sound and energy to block the attacks of the two flaming swords.

But Wang Ming did not expect that the foreign monk was very decisive and good at seizing opportunities. He squeezed out his potential in an instant and slashed out nine hot and fierce flaming swords at an extremely fast speed, instantly shattering the sound energy set up by Wang Ming. The true energy of the flaming swords unreasonably penetrated Wang Ming's armor and hit him.

Suddenly Wang Ming felt nine burning pains on his back, as if his body was burning. Fortunately, he possessed the "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art" and its body protection method offset the damage of his true energy, but he could still feel the intense pain. He grimaced in pain. Fortunately, his cheeks blocked his distorted expression at this time, otherwise the confidence of the Mongolian soldiers would have been ignited again.

When the foreign monk saw his three seriously injured companions, he suddenly became very anxious. If he was allowed to kill these three people, the balanced situation could not be maintained. He instantly squeezed his potential to the limit and no longer used one hand to attack, but used both hands to attack Wang Ming, hoping to make him switch from offense to defense and achieve the goal of surrounding Wei to save Zhao.

But he didn't expect that Wang Ming ignored the attack on him, and instead sent out ten sound waves at the three monks from the Vajra Sect again, and was then knocked back a dozen feet by the attacking flaming knife.

The three members of the Vajra Sect were already seriously injured, and the sonic attack had a long range, so they had nowhere to dodge. They were directly killed by the oncoming sonic energy, their eyeballs burst, blood gushed out of their mouths and noses, and they fell down powerlessly.

Wang Ming climbed up from the ground. His silver armor was covered with mud. After repeated attacks, it now looked dirty and torn. It no longer had its previous heroic image. But now it was even more terrifying. The armor had been bathed in the blood of thousands of people in frequent battles. From a distance, it looked like an ominous god of death.

"This guy is already at the end of his strength, everyone, attack him together." The foreign monk shouted loudly. At this moment, he was very shocked. This guy was simply an immortal cockroach. He didn't even show any signs of injury after so many flaming sword attacks. The more he fought, the more desperate he became. Without the three Vajra Sect members in the front row to take the damage, he didn't dare to fight Wang Ming so recklessly, so he planned to let the soldiers continue to fight him slowly with their lives. He didn't believe that this man's true energy and strength were endless.

But before those ignorant soldiers could rush to their deaths, Wang Ming kicked with all his strength, and a spear of an unknown soldier on the ground was caught by him, and he stabbed the foreign monk with the spear.

Facing the spear, the foreign monk was not panicked at all, and hit Wang Ming's vitals with a flaming knife. This was not a long-range move, it was more condensed, the distance was less than one meter, but the power was five times that of the previous one. The foreign monk thought in his heart that if Wang Ming didn't want to die, he would definitely change his attack. By then, those soldiers would come to block him, and the rhythm would return to his side. Today, this unknown master was doomed to fail.

pity!

He miscalculated. Wang Ming did not dodge and took the knife head-on.

The bullet pierced the monk's throat. Before he died, his eyes seemed to say, "Why don't you play by the rules?"

If Wang Ming could hear this, he would definitely curse: "How did I know your knife was so powerful? If I had known, I would not have resisted. My body protection was penetrated and my broken ribs are still hurting!"

Wang Ming took a lot of effort to kill these four monks, but it took less than a cup of tea.

The battle situation was previously in a great advantage, so the people in the military tent were still in a state of watching the show and had no intention of running away.

Wang Ming rushed into the golden tent, but what he saw surprised him greatly. All the people in the golden tent were dead, not a single one was left. They were bleeding from all seven orifices, but there were no scars on their bodies. It was obvious that they were killed by Wang Ming's sonic power.

After thinking about it, he suddenly understood. At that time, Wang Ming launched sonic energy at the three Vajra Sect monks. Wang Ming and the monk did not feel much, after all, they were not yelling at him. But for people like Temujin who were not at the innate realm, it was fatal.

Wang Ming was a little mad when he saw this. He couldn't help but think, "I didn't want to kill Temujin! I just wanted him to withdraw his troops, to scare him, to stop him from massacring the city. How could he be shocked to death?"

Wang Ming wanted to shock Temujin Xianshi, so he chose to charge head-on in broad daylight. To scare him and let him know that even if he gets the whole world, he can still get his head at any time.

Just threaten him and tell him not to massacre the city in the future. As for whether they attack the Song Dynasty or not, Wang Ming has no control over it.

You, Zhao Song, were not ambitious enough to keep your kingdom, so you deserved to lose it.

Does Wang Ming have to take up his knife and slaughter the entire grassland?

Weakness is the original sin. If you are weak and don’t work hard to become stronger, you will always pick on the weak. Who else can I bully if not you?

Now he could only make the best of a bad situation. Wang Ming walked out of the tent carrying the corpse on the main seat in the general's tent. After a few dodgy moves, he landed on the back of the Ferghana horse he was riding. He used the "Nine Yin Divine Claws" to suck the horse lance on the ground, and then used the technique of combining man and horse to rush out.

When the Mongolian soldiers saw the Khan's body, they were all terrified and rushed over from all directions like crazy. Wang Ming accelerated several times but could not get rid of them. He found that they were staring at Temujin's body. He immediately understood what was going on and threw Temujin's body into the crowd.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong also saw the situation clearly on the city wall, and led the soldiers of the city to attack. A group of soldiers wearing infantry armor rushed back and forth in the army. The infantry armor troops of the Song Dynasty were actually very powerful, but without horses, their mobility was too poor. Facing the enemy, they could basically beat them, but could not catch up with them, and could not kill them.

When the Mongolian army got Temujin's body, their morale was already in chaos. After a burst of killing, they began to trample on each other, killing countless people. They threw away their weapons and armor along the way, and fled to the north in disarray.

There was still an orderly army in the rear, but the defeat was so great that the soldiers' rout was contagious, so they also fled.

This was their first defeat since the rise of Temujin. The death of their spiritual idol, Temujin, further depressed the army's morale. Wang Ming looked at the situation and deduced that the crisis in Xiangyang City had been resolved. He suddenly remembered his original intention and used his internal strength to amplify his voice to the maximum so that as many people as possible could hear it.

"Go back and tell your new Khan that I don't care if you want to attack the Song Dynasty. They are incapable of defending it, but if you dare to massacre the people of Song again, I will go to your grassland and massacre your Golden Family! Clan! Clan!..."

The echo of Wang Ming's words could be heard in the air, but Wang Ming's figure could no longer be found. All that was left was the fully armored Ferghana horse and the lance with a sharp blade.

　I didn't want to arrange Genghis Khan's death, but during the negotiation, if Temujin is written as heroic, the protagonist will be too rubbish. If the protagonist is written as powerful, Temujin will be too cowardly, so I just don't let them meet.

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