Chapter 91

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Around Zhao Hao, there was a brief silence. ←→【Wu Shuyu

The damage Zhao Hao caused was astonishing. In a short time, the number of Mongol soldiers killed or injured by Zhao Hao had already exceeded a hundred.

This was also the reason why Zhao Hao practiced spear skills in this life.

In the midst of thousands of soldiers, weapons like swords and sabers were not very effective.

The only weapon that could sweep through thousands of soldiers was the spear.

The Mongol soldiers knew Zhao Hao's noble status, and killing Zhao Hao was even more useful than capturing Xiangyang City.

However, intimidated by Zhao Hao's divine might, no one dared to step forward for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Hao had a chance to observe the situation of others.

After the Power Sect disciples left the city, they almost immediately engaged in close combat with the Mongol army. There was no need for any probing; it was a matter of life and death.

However, the Power Sect disciples were limited in number, while the Mongol side had an endless supply of reinforcements.

Overall, they could only hold out for a while, and would eventually be defeated if the battle lasted too long.

Yang Guo was leading a group of people in a charge. With Yang Guo at the forefront, they were temporarily safe.

Zhongxin was also leading three thousand monk soldiers in cutting down enemy generals and capturing flags. Although the three thousand monk soldiers had low combat effectiveness, they were trained in formations. After overcoming the initial discomfort, they quickly stabilized their position.

Even so, Zhao Hao could see that at least a few hundred monk soldiers had already been killed or injured.

Zhongxin's anger grew, and his staff movements became faster. Even the Buddha has a temper.

In other areas, various leaders were also holding their positions. Overall, the Song soldiers were at a disadvantage, but they had many experts and high morale.

In terms of losses, the Mongol side still suffered more.

Suddenly, Zhao Hao's gaze focused. In the distance, Guo Fu and the two Wu brothers were surrounded.

Zhao Hao originally did not want them to leave the city, but these three were not hesitant in killing enemies on the battlefield.

Although Zhao Hao did not think much of their martial arts, this did not mean that their skills were really that poor.

Compared to Zhao Hao or even Yang Guo, they were far inferior, but they could handle seven or eight ordinary Mongol soldiers without any problem.

For the sake of Guo Jing, Zhao Hao moved to rescue the three.

Although he did not have a good impression of them, they were still fighting for their country on the battlefield, and Zhao Hao would not ignore their danger.

However, just as Zhao Hao moved, he felt a strong wind coming from his side.

Zhao Hao's figure flashed, and upon seeing the person, his face immediately turned dark.

Dharma King of the Golden Wheel.

"Golden Wheel, I spared your life once, and you dare to come looking for death again?" Zhao Hao said angrily.

"I do indeed admire your martial arts, Your Highness, but unfortunately, it's not just me who is challenging you today."

Dharma King's face was also grim, but he was not a pure martial artist and did not pursue so-called fair duels.

With a light step, Dharma King retreated, and a large number of Mongol soldiers surrounded him. He hid behind the soldiers, tightly watching Zhao Hao, waiting for the right moment to strike.

He did not pay attention to anyone else on the Song side, because both he and Kublai Khan knew that capturing Zhao Hao was the most important thing at this moment.

Zhao Hao's hands slightly spread, and two long spears fell into his hands. He did not dare to be careless.

These Mongol soldiers were not a threat, and even if Dharma King used his full strength, he could only withstand ten moves from Zhao Hao. However, on the battlefield, when the two combined, even Zhao Hao had to be on high alert.

Zhao Hao's peripheral vision caught the rapid increase in the Mongol army, as Kublai Khan continuously sent more troops into the battle.

This battle was not just a probing attack by Kublai Khan.

"Brothers, retreat. Zhongxin, Yang Guo, and Mochou, you cover the retreat. Don't worry about me, retreat, retreat back to Xiangyang," Zhao Hao shouted.

On the Power Sect side, everyone's faces changed, but no one disobeyed the order. Although they could not follow orders as strictly as experienced soldiers, they could still manage a small-scale retreat.

Most people were not far from the city gate, and the Power Sect disciples were mostly skilled in light body techniques. Some basic techniques that Zhao Hao had not kept secret were shared within the Power Sect.

Yang Guo's long spear swept horizontally, and his continuous large-scale attack moves were endless, exactly the thirty postures of the Prairie Fire Spear Technique. Once used, it was like a mighty river, with endless power, making it the best technique for fighting a large number of enemies.

The Power Sect disciples gradually retreated into Xiangyang City. A few Mongol soldiers tried to mix in, but they were quickly cut down by the Song soldiers.

In this regard, Meng Gong had made adequate preparations.

Zhongxin held a staff, and his疯狂杖法 (Frenzied Staff Technique) opened a path for the Shaolin monk soldiers.

Suddenly, Zhongxin's gaze focused, and his staff flew out of his hand. In the next moment, the four Mongol soldiers surrounding Guo Fu were pierced through. Zhongxin arrived in front of Guo Fu, grabbed her right hand, and threw her to the city gate without a word.

At that moment, Zhongxin's body trembled as he was stabbed by two other Mongol soldiers.

Fortunately, it did not hit any vital points. Zhongxin endured the pain, retrieved his staff, and once again cut a bloody path.

In another area, Li Mochou muttered, "Bad luck," but did not waste any more words.

She still used a sword, but her true weapon for reaping lives was needles.

Ice Soul Silver Needles.

Ice Soul Silver Needles rained down from Li Mochou, and rows of Mongol soldiers fell. In the end, the number of soldiers killed by Li Mochou even exceeded Zhao Hao, making her the top killer in this battle.

After helping two groups of Power Sect disciples retreat into the city, she intended to go help Zhao Hao reduce the pressure, but she saw the two Wu brothers struggling.

Li Mochou frowned slightly. Her true qi was almost depleted, and she did not have enough to charge through the enemy again.

However, although Zhao Hao was covered in blood, he showed no signs of defeat, while the two Wu brothers were in a very bad situation.

Li Mochou did not hesitate. A silver light flashed in her left hand, and several cries of pain came from the front.

In the next moment, Li Mochou's right hand swung her long sword, and three heads flew into the air.

Arriving in front of the struggling two Wu brothers, Li Mochou threw away her sword, grabbed one with each hand, and retreated towards the city gate.

Halfway there, Li Mochou's feet suddenly weakened as she saw five Mongol soldiers staring at her. A bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Her true qi was almost depleted, and she did not know if she could kill these five Mongol soldiers.

However, before she could fight to the death, Yang Guo's figure appeared in front of her.

"Immortal Li, enter the city."

Protecting Li Mochou and the two Wu brothers into the city, Yang Guo also stepped through the city gate.

The Xiangyang city gate closed, and outside, Zhao Hao was still fighting alone, covered in blood.

Zhao Hao had promised that he would lead from the front.

He did, and he also stayed at the back.

A true man, a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.

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