Yang Guo immediately snatched Xiao Xiangzi's mourning stick and just kept paying attention to how the other party activated the object. He immediately turned it back in his hand and held the machine expansion on the other end. As he pressed the machine expansion, the poisonous sand hidden in the rod gushed out.

"interesting!"

Yang Guolang laughed, and when Yin Kexi's golden dragon whip was wrapped around, he immediately dodged sideways, then quickly stepped forward, holding the mourning stick in his hand and clicked down.

Yin Kexi hurriedly avoided it, but the other party's head could always point straight towards his face. As soon as he took two or three steps, Yang Guo pressed the machine to expand, and the poisonous sand sprayed the other party's face.

Yin Kexi's face changed drastically, and then she shook her body, her mind fainted and she couldn't stand.

Behind him, the King of Golden Wheel attacked with the golden wheel. Yang Guo held the sword in his right hand and hurriedly clamped the mourning stick under his armpit. He shook out three jade bee needles from his sleeve with his left hand and shot out the finger.

He blocked the golden wheel of the King of Golden Wheel with his right sword, and the golden needle shot with his left hand pierced Yin Kexi's throat. The other party was already affected by poisonous sand and was extremely poisoned. At this time, he could not escape and dodge the three golden needles that Yang Guo shot in a row, and died tragically under the golden needle.

King Jinlun was extremely shocked. Unexpectedly, Yang Guo could still kill them when facing several masters. He couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

Even the Blood Sword Ancestor and Yu Zhenzi also looked solemn.

Seeing this, only Nemo Xing from India dared to fight with Yang Guo. Although Yang Guo killed Yin Kexi, he was still not afraid at all. He bravely and arrogantly held a snake-shaped iron whip and strangled Yang Guo.

Yang Guo relied on the conceit of these people to kill Yin Kexi, but if the other party rushed forward, he would be unable to resist. Moreover, there were tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers surrounded him, so he naturally did not dare to fight. He swung the sword in his hand and stabbed it at the connections of the opponent's iron whip. There was only a few clangs, and the iron whip in Nemoxing's hand suddenly broke and broke.

Taking advantage of the moment when the few people were stunned, Yang Guo used his light skills and passed over the head of King Jinhuang.

"Yang Guo, don't leave!"

The King of Golden Wheel immediately reacted and threw a lead wheel out of his hand and smashed it at him.

Yang Guo flipped a somersault in the air, and the Junzi sword slashed straight down, cutting his lead wheel in half, and then retreated quickly. When the Blood Sword Ancestor and Yu Zhenzi reacted, he had withdrawn six or seven feet away.

King Jinlun shouted angrily: "If I let this son escape today, how can we still have the face to gain a foothold in the military camp?"

Without the need for the King of Golden Wheel to speak, the Blood Sword Ancestor and Yu Zhenzi chased after him with a gloomy face. Xiaoxiangzi and Nemo Xing followed closely behind and refused to give up on this great achievement.

Yang Guo saw that the people behind him were chasing him relentlessly. Not far away, the Mongolian army intercepted him. He immediately poked the mourning stick in his hand back, pressing his fingers to expand, and a burst of poisonous sand continued to spew backwards, causing the chasing King Jinlun and others to pause and quickly flew out from both sides.

But in this way, their speed is naturally much slower than Yang Guo.

When Xiaoxiangzi saw Yang Guo use his weapons to deal with him, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. His white face, which was as bloodless as a zombie, looked ugly and blue at this moment.

Yang Guo knew that this was just a temporary solution, but if he could delay these people for a moment, it would not be difficult to break through with his light skills.

Seeing that Yang Guo had already rushed to the Mongolian army, King Jinlun shouted immediately: "Stop him!"

The Mongolian soldiers had already arranged military formations with spears in their right hands and shields in their left hands. As soon as the opponent approached, they would thrust out the spears.

Yang Guo's expression was slightly stern. Seeing that the poisonous sand in the mourning stick in his hand had been exhausted, he directly abandoned it, waved it and threw it forward.

With a sneer, the mourning stick that was originally a blunt head was inserted into the dry mud by him. The Mongolian army was waiting for the battle. Yang Guo jumped up flutteringly, kicked the mourning stick that was inserted downward, and flew out. This jump was as high as two or three feet high. Even if the Mongolian soldiers below were holding a spear, they were only more than one feet, and the spearhead could not hit him at all.

Watching Yang Guo rush into the military formation again, the King of Jinlun and others blushed with anger.

As soon as Yang Guo entered the military formation, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. After a fight, no one could stop him from his sharp edge. Not only did he kill a large number of people, he directly snatched a central army's war horse and rushed out of the formation.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was about to break his legs behind him, so he could only curse.

The Blood Sword Ancestor was unwilling to fail, and he and Yu Zhenzi each snatched a horse and chased him from behind. The King of Golden Wheel looked ferocious. He knew that it was difficult to catch up with him, but he still snatched the horse and chased the three of them.

Even after returning in a dilemma, Xiaoxiangzi and Nemoxing were not as thick-skinned as Yang Guo and others. They could only use horses to travel in the rear and chase them relentlessly.

As soon as he broke out of the military formation, the war horse that Yang Guo sat down could not hold on and was about to fall. After all, the Mongolian soldiers were not idiots. If they were not injured, they would naturally slash at the war horse under his seat. After this rush, the war horse that he sat down was already covered in blood.

Yang Guoqing roared, and the white dragon in the distance immediately rushed towards him when he heard the sound. After overwhelmed by the horse, he finally fell down unable to hold on. After looking at the Blood Sword Ancestor and Yu Zhenzi who were chasing behind him, Yang Guo jumped directly on the back of the white dragon that was rushing towards him and galloped away.

Riding on the white horse, recalling the danger when he rushed to the formation just now, even Yang Guo couldn't help but sweat. After all, he was facing attacks from all directions at the same time, not alone when competing with others in the world. If he was not careful, his life would be ruined by the danger from where he attacked him.

During this period, he avoided the Mongolian army's spear sting several times. In a trance, he really felt like he had walked through the gates of hell.

"Sure enough, no matter how strong a person's martial arts are, he cannot compete with thousands of troops. This matter is really no longer possible!"

Yang Guo sighed in his heart, and after a thought passed, he still had lingering fears.

Yang Guo felt safe even though he had ridden on the White Dragon. After all, no matter how fast the Mongolian army's war horses were, they could not match his White Dragon. In a short while, the Blood Sword Ancestor and others set a distance between him.

I have to say that after the enemy's fight, most of his internal energy was consumed. At this moment, he felt sore and numb all over and couldn't say anything, as if he just wanted to fall down and sleep well without caring.

"Good!"

Not far away, Guo Jing rode a little red horse and rushed over. He looked at the Blood Sword Ancestor and Yu Zhenzi behind him. He did not stop, turned his head and returned to Xiangyang City with Yang Guo.
Chapter completed!