"The Jiannu had 70,000 troops and horses. He had just killed two battalions, two battalions in the west and north mountain passes. There were 10,000 here in front of him, and they were all alive."

Ying Yi said lightly: "Yi Sheng, is the one wearing our army's armor the slave chief Dorgon?"

Wang Yisheng said: "If you come back to the emperor, you will probably be this slave."

The two of them said, "They were so bright and clear, and they were hundreds of steps away, so Dorgon and others could hear it clearly. But Dorgon did not respond, but just silently arranged troops.

Ying Yi didn't move either, and watched the Tartars form indifferently.

Some local chickens, how can they be beaten?!

"Guard the mountain pass for me. Under my nose, the Tartars must not escape." Ying Yi reminded him lightly, his legs were lightly clamped in the horse's belly, he rode alone, and he came out with a knife.

Wang Yisheng behind the scenes: "Here!"

"It must be Dorgon. At this point earlier, I taught the Tartars on the hillside to send you a message to Nuer, who will teach you to get to death. Nuer is indeed here, okay."

Ying Yi rode his horse towards Dorgon's battle formation, and the sound of his mouth was like thunder, pressing down on the mountains and rivers for ten miles.

The Pu knife in his hand pointed to the ground diagonally, and a ray of rainbow light flowed, which was eye-catching.

It is obvious that the single rider is even more powerful, like Mount Tai pressing the top. At this moment, it seems like an extremely tall demon coming step by step. The pressure from a higher level of life made tens of thousands of Tartars breathless, and even the people and horses retreated continuously!

A group of talented people have changed their colors long ago. How can these people just be so powerful? How can they resist the extraordinary people like immortals and demons?

The giant Haidongqing, hovering in the sky, let the shaman blush and his face almost blown up the silent piccoon, and 7 did not dare to fall, because a round of Haoyang was rising slowly!

Absolute power, absolute suppression, as Ying Yi approached, the Tatar army collapsed without fighting!

In an uproar, tens of thousands of elite Tartar soldiers exploded, and the formation collapsed instantly. Countless Tartars jumped off their horses and ran from all directions. Some ran up the hillside and wanted to cross the mountain to escape. Some rushed towards Ying Yi, but they were all falling in front of him. The suppressed soul collapsed and became fools.

The war horse crawled like a king. I don’t know how many injuries were.

The lama, monk and shaman surrounded Dorgon and other heads of the Eight Banners, and watched Ying Yi approach with fear, but did not dare to move at all.

Ying Yi's momentum locked on them, and the power from the soul suppressed their hearts. Just like when ordinary people are in danger of their lives, they often do not obey their commands, and the same is true at the moment.

The headed Lama, the shirtless half of the King of Dharma, was already light golden, and his flesh was stretched like a big drum. On his red face, his eyes almost broke out from his eye sockets, and his spine was slightly bent and broke at any time.

The old monk with slender white eyebrows was Yuanming, with bright red blood drops hanging from his eyebrows, his mouth was trembling, and he couldn't even make a sound of the Buddha's name.

The remaining lamas and monks, as well as the weaker shamans, were even more embarrassed, trembling like sieves, sweating profusely.

Dorgon only felt a cold air under the cover of the sky spirit, his mind was blank, his throat seemed to be strangled by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe, and his face was bloody and red. He opened his mouth wide and breathed hard, but it seemed that he could not breathe a breath of air!

As for Haoge and others, they were even more unbearable. They were so prematurely shit and pee all over the floor, and they were limp and incompetent.

Ying Yi raised a knife, and the blood storm shot out, turning into a sunset and exploded in the middle of the Tartars. A large area of ​​casualties and injuries were instantly killed and injured. The blood storm exploded and turned into sharp arrows, shooting from all directions. Many Tartars fell down while running, and they didn't know how many casualties and injuries were.

With just one knife, Ying Yi stopped caring about the fleeing Tartars, but went to the front. In the distance behind him, the three thousand personal guards had already dispersed, chasing and killing the remaining fleeing Tartars.

Ying Yi sat upright on the back of a horse and looked down at the Lama Monk Shaman, Dorgon and others. His eyes swept over, and his heart seemed to be caught, with an expression of extreme pain and fear on his face.

The head lama struggled to resist, but he couldn't even move his fingers. The old monk Yuanming bowed his head early, and he was almost dead without rest.

"Where are you monks?" Ying Yi spoke slowly, and the pressure of the soul that filled the air suddenly disappeared.

At this moment, the Yuan Ri Dharma King and the Monk Yuanming suddenly shouted, and the two turned into afterimages. Two sounds burst out in the air, one with four hands on the left and the other with one right, heading straight to Ying Yi’s forehead to greet him!

These two people are not ordinary people. They may be inferior to Zhang Tianshi, but they are not a little different. This move was like thunder and it was coming in an instant.

Ying Yi raised his hand and his sword, his every move was like flowing water, without any fireworks. In contrast to the two people who came, one side was almost at the extreme, but the other side was leisurely in movement, and even ordinary people could see clearly.

But it blocked it.

With just a sound of explosion, two pairs of four hands on both sides hit Pu Dao's wide blade at the same time. The moment the air wave bloomed, the rainbow light flashed slightly, and the two figures flew backwards and fell back to their original position without any fault. They both failed in the posture of planting onions backwards.

Then he saw Ying Yi slashing with his sword with his sword. The sword was like a breeze, facing a ripples of gray gas that merged into the night sky. With a puff, the gray gas was shattered and dissipated in the sky.

Then a thin old shaman squirted out a mouthful of old blood on his back, and stranded black shadows all over his body, causing backfire to bite, causing the old shaman to slash his head and fell to the ground.

Silent as a cicada.

Before the surprise could bloom in a moment, despair had already surged into my heart. Dorgon couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down softly.

Ying Yi put away his knife and asked again: "Where did the monk come from?"

The old monk Yuanming struggled to sit up and shouted the Buddha's name: "The Buddhist temple in Songshan is Yuanming, and I have seen King Xia."

"Songshan Buddhism." Ying Yi nodded faintly: "I remember, Songshan is in Henan, right? Why did you bald men come here to Tartars? He obeyed the orders of your Buddha?"

"Amitabha." A wisp of blood was overflowing from the corner of Yuanming's mouth. Although Ying Yi had not taken any action, the blood storm had recoiled, which greatly damaged Yuanming's spirit. He yelled the Buddha's name and gasped: "It's just because of the tyranny of King Xia, I have to do this."

"Oh." Ying Yi nodded: "I heard that the Buddhist temple in Songshan is the largest landlord in the Songshan area, with tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land. When he swept Henan last year, he thought it had been taken back? Don't you monks claim to be monks and don't like external things? I took back the land and taught you to devote yourself to practicing."

"Why should King Xia ask me clearly?" Monk Yuanming said: "Those who practice practice are indispensable for Dharma and wealth. All the medicines required for disciples in the sect are produced from the fields. After King Xia collects the fields, he will be unable to ask for my Taoism. How can I wait for death?"

Ying Yi asked: "I asked me to take back the land and I have also given you a choice for those of you who practice. You only need to use it for me. You naturally don't need to worry about your own needs. If that is the case, why are you, the old monk, still connected with the Tartars? Since Wanli, the Tartars have repeatedly invaded China, killed countless people, and plundered the people as slaves. Where is your Buddhist compassion?"
Chapter completed!