Peerless Mowing

"Long live, long live, long live."

The shouts came from far away and grew closer, like a surging tide. By the end, all hundred thousand people were shouting, like the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. A Nine Mao Great Banner was held high, and under the protection of the iron cavalry, a Green Umbrella Yellow Canopy advanced. A troop of soldiers and horses galloped closer with a clang, it was the Great Khan Mongke personally supervising the battle.

Seeing the Great Khan arrive, the morale of the Mongol Yuan officers and soldiers greatly increased. Red flags waved, and the troops below the city divided to the left and right. Two ten-thousand-man units charged forward to attack the north gate. These were the Great Khan's personal guards, the most elite troops, and fresh forces that had never been deployed before. Everyone wanted to earn merit in front of the Great Khan. Hundreds of scaling ladders were quickly erected, and the Mongol Yuan soldiers and generals climbed towards the city wall like ants.

Guo Jing raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, today let the Tartar Great Khan see the skills of our Great Song's good men!" His shout was full of vigor, and even amidst the shouts and clamor of the masses, everyone could hear him clearly. The Song soldiers on the city wall had been fighting all day and were already exhausted, but hearing Guo Jing's shout, their spirits were instantly lifted.

"The Tartars have bullied us for a long time, now we must let their Great Khan know how formidable we are!"

Immediately, everyone fought with all their might.

On the distant hill, Fang Xuan, carrying Zhang Jing on his back, pointed at the bloody battlefield and said, "Jing'er, are you scared?"

Zhang Jing tightly hugged Fang Xuan's neck, suppressing her inner fear and said, "As long as I'm with Second Brother, Jing'er isn't scared."

"...What if Second Brother isn't here anymore?"

The small arms around his neck tightened, and a slightly tearful voice came from behind, "Does Second Brother not want Jing'er anymore?"

Fang Xuan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "How could that be? How could Second Brother leave Jing'er? Look, isn't that old grandfather amazing?"

Children are easy to coax, as long as you distract them.

Following the direction of Fang Xuan's finger, in the middle of the battlefield, an old man in a green robe with white hair and beard, holding a green jade bamboo flute, moved like a civet cat.

His movements were graceful and fluid. Sometimes he lightly tapped with the bamboo flute, sometimes he flicked his fingers. All the Mongol Yuan soldiers who dared to approach him fell to the ground and died.

Although Zhang Jing was just a six or seven-year-old girl and didn't understand martial arts, Old Eccentric Huang's figure was simply too graceful and fluid, especially in this bloody battlefield where the contrast was stark.

"Wow, so amazing," Zhang Jing said excitedly.

"Do you want to learn?"

"If I learn, will I be as amazing as that old grandfather?"

"Yes."

"Jing'er wants to learn, Jing'er wants to learn."

"Haha, good, Jing'er is good, wait for me here, Second Brother will be back soon, don't run around," Fang Xuan said, reaching out and putting Zhang Jing down.

"Okay, Jing'er is very good, I won't run around."

Fang Xuan placed Zhang Jing in a hidden pit, then stepped forward and walked towards the battlefield.

At this time, on the battlefield, because the Great Khan Mongke had been unable to capture Xiangyang city, he built a high platform and threatened Guo Jing with his youngest daughter, Guo Xiang.

The high platform was over ten zhang high, with a large pile of firewood below. A deep and wide trench was dug around it, and the excavated earth was piled outside the trench, forming an earth wall. There were also shield bearers, spearmen, horse-cutting swordsmen, crossbowmen, and skirmishers, layer upon layer, surrounding the high platform like an iron barrel.

Fang Xuan looked up at Guo Xiang on the high platform and whispered, "Although I know this is a good way to disrupt Guo Jing's mind, it's still a bit unpleasant. Winning unfairly is not like a ruler."

He bent down and picked up a Pu Dao from the battlefield at his feet, swinging it a couple of times.

It was okay, just a bit light.

Fang Xuan's sudden appearance on the left side of the battlefield naturally attracted the attention of the Mongol Yuan soldiers.

They were very familiar with situations like Fang Xuan's. In recent days, some so-called martial arts experts had come to raid the camp, mostly alone, or two or three together.

These martial arts experts were fine in single combat, but if they encountered army formations, they could be easily suppressed. The Mongol Yuan soldiers had long had methods to deal with them.

Six Mongol Yuan soldiers formed a plum blossom formation, holding long spears, and menacingly compressed the space around Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan grinned, his eight teeth shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Kill~"

He stepped forward, and his entire body instantly leaped into the battlefield like a black line. With a flick of the Pu Dao in his hand, the bones of the three Mongol Yuan soldiers in front of him instantly shattered, and they flew backward.

Puchi~

With a single slash, under Fang Xuan's monstrous strength, the armor on these Mongol Yuan soldiers was like paper, easily cut open, and their entire bodies were cut in half at the waist.

The immense power gave the Pu Dao in his hand terrifying kinetic energy. The six Mongol Yuan soldiers were no match for him and were easily suppressed and killed.

After suppressing and killing these six Mongol Yuan soldiers, Fang Xuan did not rush, but walked step by step towards the center of the army.

This scene naturally alarmed the other Mongol Yuan soldiers. With shouts, hundreds of soldiers surrounded him. Before they could even get close enough to draw their bows and nock their arrows, arrows rained down.

For these Mongol Yuan soldiers who had been shooting arrows from horseback since childhood, this distance was practically a hundred percent hit rate.

Facing these rain-like arrows, below the Spirit Connection Realm, within a radius of several thousand steps, any rustling of leaves, or even the slight crawling of centipedes or spiders, would be reflected in his mind. No movement could escape his ears and eyes, let alone these arrows.

Fang Xuan did not dodge, but simply waved his hand to deflect the arrows aimed at his face. As for other places, these arrows simply could not break through the defense of the Feather Garment.

The Yuhua Sect's Dharma Robes were woven from the silk of five types of spiritual silkworms, and were also infused with magical power. Ordinary swords and spears could not penetrate them. Although the arrows were dense, they could not pierce the Feather Garment.

This scene also caused the Mongol Yuan soldiers to be momentarily stunned. The Feather Garment was flowing and unlike armor, which only made people think that this "martial arts expert" in front of them had powerful internal energy.

"Sword and shield bearers, surround him."

Following the command of the thousand-man commander, the Mongol Yuan soldiers' sword and shield bearers raised their shields and surrounded Fang Xuan.

"Hmph!"

With a swing of his long saber, a huge force erupted from it. The terrifying kinetic energy directly cut the five sword and shield bearers in front of him in half at the waist, and the soldiers behind them were directly sent flying.

"This is impossible," the Mongol Yuan thousand-man commander exclaimed.

Fang Xuan's heart was also surging at this moment. In the Eternal Life Great World, he was just a small fry in the Body Tempering Realm, timid in all his actions.

Mystic Divine Realm experts, Underground Demons, supreme Magic Treasures... which one couldn't easily suppress and kill him?

But upon arriving in this Small World, his unparalleled monstrous strength, the terrifying power of thirteen horses, was simply unmatched, like mowing grass. No one could stand against him.

Sweeping through!

Puchi!

Fang Xuan's blade slashed out, directly cutting down the nearest Mongol Yuan soldier. Then, dozens more soldiers were sent flying, landing heavily a hundred paces away.

Killing.

Taking lives.

Killing again.

Sweeping.

Fang Xuan advanced step by step, his speed neither fast nor slow. Wherever he passed, there were severed limbs and broken bodies, blood flowing everywhere.

He was like the Hegemon reborn, an unparalleled demon god, invincible.

With the power of thirteen horses, he dared to fight even Mystic Divine Realm experts, let alone these ordinary soldiers.