In a blink of an eye, ten days passed like this.

On this day, the scouts reported that the Mongolian army had quickly approached thirty miles outside Xiangyang City. The leaders were Mongolian emperor Mengge, and the emperor led the army to fight in person. The masters who followed the three Mongolian heroes Xiaoxiangzi, Yin Kexi, Nemoxing, and King Jinlun Dharma, were so powerful.

The general of Xiangyang quickly invited the heroes of the world to discuss matters and discuss solutions. Finally, he decided to select several top experts and secretly assassinate the Mongolian emperor Mengge. As long as Mengge dies, the Mongolian army will be left without a leader and will definitely fall apart.

Because of the incident of the shocking King of Jinlun, Su Jin and Yang Guo's status in the hearts of the heroes was infinitely elevated, and they naturally became the best candidates. In addition, Guo Jing and Zhou Botong, a total of four, discussed to assassinate Meng Ge that night.

Before leaving, Su Jin looked for Guo Jing alone and asked him to be careful of Zhao Zhijing, but seeing Guo Jing's reaction, he did not take his warning at all. In desperation, Su Jin had to instruct Yelu brothers and sisters to secretly monitor Zhao Zhijing to prevent this naturally rebellious fence-bearer from suddenly turning against the situation and affecting the overall situation.

"Master, someone secretly sent a letter." When Su Jin and others left, a blue-shirt disciple from the Valley of Jueqing Valley held an envelope in his hand and hurriedly ran into the courtyard of the valley master Gongsun Zhi, reporting.

Gongsun Zhi opened the envelope and looked at it. His expression changed on the spot. He had no time to say anything, so he used his light skills as soon as possible and flew out of the courtyard gate.

On the other side, Su Jin and the other four walked to the Mongolian camp in the night. They saw torches in front of them, flags waving, swords and halberds like forests, people and horses galloping like dragons, and murderous aura soaring into the sky.

If ordinary people see such power, they won’t be afraid that they will lose their feet on the spot if they see such power. Fortunately, all four of them are very skilled, have great skills and are bold, and are not afraid of this huge momentum. Unfortunately, it is still early now and there are still people in the camp, which is not the best time to assassinate.

Just as they were waiting for the opportunity silently, Gongsun Zhi, who was as lightning, had already sneaked into the Mongolian military camp from another direction and found the Mongolian master Jinlun Dharma King...

At night, the dark clouds closed the moon, and the four of them quickly rushed into the camp like the wind.

"Who?"

No matter how high their martial arts are, they are humans or ghosts, and they cannot do so without knowing it. As soon as they broke through three camps, a team of patrol soldiers discovered it and asked with a shout.

The four of them did not fight with them, and tried their best to avoid them. Before the news reached the Central Army's tent, they quickly arrived at the door of the General Secretary's tent.

There were many guards in front of the tent. Zhou Botong snatched two long swords, swung his swords into the screen, and rushed forward. Su Jin and the other three were divided into three groups, fighting and advancing, and all the guards were divided. Three in and three out could not be counted, but they killed hundreds of fierce Mongolian men and rushed into the tent.

"Four, we have been waiting for a long time." But to their surprise, there was no emperor Mengge in the tent, only the Golden Wheel Dharma King in a yellow robe and four or five Mongolian strong men with high temples.

"No, it's leaked." Su Jin's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he turned to Guo Jing and others and said, "Run out, burn food and grass, and mess with the camp, otherwise none of us would be able to escape."

"Stop them!" King Jinlun shouted sternly, pursuing the ten-level dragon elephant Prajna Technique, leaving the body, and hit Guo Jing hard.

Guo Jing pushed out his palms, and the dragon regretted it. The dragon roared loudly. The two of them had their true energy intersected, and the air burst. Guo Jing followed the momentum of the recoil and easily withdrew from the Mongolian commander's tent.

Outside the commander's tent, there were already shouting and killing the sky, and the people and horses were neighing. Su Jin and the other four tried their best to kill countless soldiers. They took advantage of the chaos to find the Mongolian food and grass camp tent, grabbed the torch standing in front of the gate, and began to set fire continuously.

The flames soared into the sky, and the entire camp suddenly became chaotic. Only the King of Golden Wheel and a few masters were still biting them, and even chasing them to the outside of the camp.

"Thank you for your escort, I'll say goodbye now." After leaving the camp, Su Jin bowed to King Jinlun from afar, and then left here without looking back.

"Hisan Guo, you are injured." Not long after, when the four of them sat on the hanging basket and were pulled to the top of the city, Jiang Shu looked at the four of them with some helplessness.

This forced entry into the enemy camp was easy to say, but each of them was covered with knife wounds and gunshot wounds, and even several arrows penetrated into the muscles on their bodies, but they were not on the vital parts.

Everyone saw all this and was anxious in their hearts. Unfortunately, there was no magic pill, so they could only call a few doctors to treat their wounds.

Looking at Su Jin, whose face was still unchanged, Xiaolongnu's tears of distress were about to fall, biting her lips and holding his palm tightly.

The next day, the army outside the city attacked the city. The Xiangyang garrison general and the commander-in-chief led their troops to guard the four gates and fought bravely with the Mongolian army. Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

"The Mongolian army had also attacked Xiangyang before, but never once had the army's strength and fierce force this time. If this continues, within half a month, Xiangyang might... "In the evening, the Xiangyang general found Guo Jing who was recovering from his wounded and said with a worried expression.

Guo Jing fell silent, knowing that Xiangyang was guarding this, there was really no way to defend the city, and he had even begun to despair. Then he came to find himself, a seriously injured person, and asked if there was any solution and see if there was a glimmer of hope!

The greatest hero is to serve the country and the people. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Guo Jing couldn't say anything he refused and said, "I'll find someone to think of a solution."

Then, despite Huang Rong's dissuasion, Guo Jing insisted on dragging his seriously injured body and followed Jiang Shu to the Jiang Shu Mansion, and invited many heroes from the world.

"Heroes." In the Mingtang, Guo Jing bowed deeply at many people from the world: "The Mongolian army is strong and Xiangyang City is in danger. I thought about it and there is only one way to save Xiangyang, but this requires everyone's concerted efforts."

"Sir Guo, please speak out." Gongsun Zhi said.

"Let's go!" At this moment, Su Jin wore a thin coat and came here with Yang Guo, looking around and said, "Haven Guo, I think no matter how critical the situation is or how serious the situation is, we still have to catch the traitor first? If it weren't for this kind of traitor, how could we fail?"

Guo Jing's face suddenly became serious and said in a deep voice: "What are Mr. Su's concerns about the traitor?"

"Gongsun Zhi, do you know your guilt!" Su Jin suddenly turned his eyes, looked at the merciless valley master in the crowd, and shouted sternly.

Gongsun Zhi said with a puzzled look: "Knowing the guilt? What sin do I know? Do you mean that this traitor is me?"

"Before the four of us left the city, I asked the Yelu brothers and sisters to closely monitor Zhao Zhijing's every move. They saw someone walking out of Zhao Zhijing's yard and handing you a letter. Then you hurried out of the city and reported this to the Mongolian army." Su Jin said.

"I've been talking nonsense. I haven't left the city last night, nor have I received any letters." Gongsun Zhi said decisively.

"Is that so? Then what do you think this is?" Su Jin took out a letter from his arms and said, "This is the handwritten letter I found in your room, Zhao Zhijing wrote to you?"

"Impossible, this must be fake."

"Why do you say this is forged?"

"Because... I haven't received such a letter at all."

"Hehe..." Su Jin smiled softly, turned around and said, "Yelu Qi, call the disciple of Jueqing Valley in."

"Yes!" Outside the lobby, Yelu Qi walked in with a disciple in blue shirt.

Gongsun Zhi looked at the disciple in disbelief: "Gongsun Hu, what are you doing? Are you going to help outsiders frame me?"

Gongsun Hu lowered his head and said, "Master of the Valley, once the Xiangyang City is broken, you can gain wealth and glory, but how innocent the people in this city are? For these people, I think I must also stand up and expose some things."

"Fart, don't think I don't know what you are, and I'm talking about for the people." Gongsun Zhi was furious and shouted: "Say, how much money did they give you?!"

"Hiss Guo and all the heroes, the truth has been revealed now..." Su Jin said lightly.

"Gongsun Zhi, you trash, I really value you so much." Seeing that countless people's eyes began to look at him, Zhao Zhijing was shocked, and understood that Xiangyang and even Zhongyuan would never have their own place to stay. He turned around and rushed out of Mingtang.

"Bang!" While everyone was still stunned, Zhao Zhijing's body flew backwards at a faster speed and fell heavily to the ground.

Ouyang Feng showed his head at the door and quickly shrank back. It was obvious that he had called Zhao Zhijing back.

"Catch them!" Guo Jing ordered.

Dawu and Xiaowu, as well as a group of heroic masters, took action one after another. Even though Gongsun Zhi had extraordinary martial arts skills, he was soon defeated and tied to the ground with Zhao Zhijing.

"Idiot! I have burned the letter you gave me to me long ago. They are slandering and deceiving us." Gongsun Zhi, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, kept squirming on the ground, trying to beat Zhao Zhijing, his eyes almost ignited.

If it weren't for this idiot's sudden action, he could have made a quibble and excuse him.

"Master Qiu, Zhao Zhijing will be handed over to the Quanzhen Sect for treatment." Guo Jing looked at the Quanzhen Sect who was still dumbfounded not far away, sighed slightly, and said softly.

"I teach you misfortune, I teach you misfortune!" A hint of sorrow appeared on Qiu Chuji's face, and he said to Wang Chu, who was still unbelievable: "Take him back to Quanzhen Sect, and let's talk about the punishment for him after he retreated from the Mongolian army."

Wang Chuyi nodded silently, carried Zhao Zhijing's clothes and took him out of Mingtang.

"As for this ruthless valley master, what should you do?" Guo Jing asked.

The heroes knew the entanglement between Guo Jing and Quanzhen Sect, so they were willing to sell him face, but no one was willing to sympathize with Gongsun Zhi, and they shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

"Puchi!" In order to avoid some disputes in the martial arts world, Xiangyang general commanded a soldier to cut off Gongsun Zhi's head. The heroes of the Central Plains suddenly burst into joy and their morale was high.

Everyone is willing to believe that as long as there is no traitor, the masters present will definitely be able to repel the Mongolian army.

"The Mongolian emperor has a large number of masters guarding him, especially after an assassination, the protection will definitely be more stringent in the future. We want to assassinate him as if we are no less difficult than climbing to the sky. So after thinking about it, there is only one way to solve the current dilemma." After dealing with the worries of the traitor, Guo Jing continued: "That is to burn all the food and grass of the other party. A hundred thousand troops gathered, and the food and grass consumed every day is a huge amount. As long as we burn all their food and grass, they will definitely not be able to last for a few days."

"Report..." Just as the heroes were about to sign up, a guard suddenly rushed in.

"Say, is it the Mongolian army that has attacked the city again?" Xiangyang general guard stood up suddenly and asked with the handle of the knife.

"It's not the Mongolian army, but two great monks came from the general's house. One of them called himself Yideng and wanted to see Daxia Guo." The guard said.

Guo Jing was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "It is one of the five great masters of Nandi Yideng. With him here, the task is much easier to handle."

Because Emperor Nan was so famous, Guo Jing and a group of heroes actually went out in person and picked up the white-bearded and white-eyed Yideng and his disciple Ci'en.

Yideng came to resist Mongolia. After listening to Guo Jing’s story, he naturally agreed on the spot.

"Then we decided that this grain-burning plan will be led by Master Yideng, Master Ci'en, Master Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, Zhao Ping, Chen Sihai, Liu Jingfeng... and others. Does anyone have any objections?" Guo Jing asked then.

He was seriously injured in the assassination and could no longer participate in this grain burning operation.

"Put it one more me." Su Jin said.

"But Mr. Su..." Guo Jing frowned.

"Don't worry, I know my own condition better than anyone else." Su Jin smiled and said.

Seeing his persistent look, Guo Jing finally nodded and said, "Okay, then add Mr. Su. Remember, safety is the best. If you can't do anything, you must not force it!"

Without further ado, the weak Xiangyang would be difficult to withstand the destruction. So on the evening of the same day, the group left the inner city of Xiangyang under the farewell of the heroes and rushed towards the Mongolian military camp in the dark.

One master used his light skills, and went like the wind, like dragons, rushed into the deep pool of the Mongolian camp, shouting, insulting, the sound of weapons colliding, sword blades flying, blood stained robes, and life fell here, including Mongolian soldiers and those martial arts masters who were high and high. Fortunately, a raging fire soon burned in the Mongolian camp, with the flames surging, roaring in the night wind like a fire demon.

"Put the fire, put out the fire!" The Mongolian emperor was guarded by a group of masters and walked out of the tent, looking at the bright fire with distress, shouting loudly.

Teams of soldiers were looking for water everywhere, rushing towards the flames like crazy, and their faces were burned red by the flames.

"Why are you still standing there? Go and kill those damn masters in the martial arts world?" The Mongolian emperor shouted angrily at the masters around him.

"No, your Majesty, we don't know whether they are making a fuss and secretly rushing to Chencang. On the surface, they are burning grain, but in fact they still want to be unfavorable to you." King Jinlun Dharma said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, but please rest assured that they are all human beings, not gods. Even Zhao Zilong, the most brave, needs a soldier to enter the joint camp. Below our 100,000 tigers, these people are only dead!" Yin Kexi said.

The Mongolian emperor looked at it carefully and finally felt relieved when he saw a Central Plains master tragically dying under the swords and guns of the Mongolian army.

"It's almost done, we have to retreat." Seeing that the Mongolian army turned into a wangyang, Su Jin shouted loudly.

"I'll escort you away." Master Yideng held two spears in both hands, and endless divine power surged in his old body, slashing a crack in the ocean. Everyone tried their best to break out wildly.

During this process, a famous master continued to die tragically. In the end, only one Deng was left, Ci'en, Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng, and Su Jin.

"Master, go quickly, I will cut off the rear for you." Ci'en held a shield in his hand and rushed towards the Mongolian army behind him.
To be continued...