Martial Arts: Chased by Extinct Old Ni at the beginning

Duan Feng's words made the heroes suffocate.

Innateness is the realm that warriors dream of.

But nowadays, there are very few people in Jianghu who can achieve this kind of strength. According to rumors, there are innate masters in Shaolin Temple, but it is not so easy to drive innate masters.

"*******, how can you avoid it because of blessings and misfortunes!"

"Wudang disciples follow orders and follow Master Duan to kill the enemy!"

"Count us too!"

Although there are not many disciples led by each sect and sect, there are only more than [-] disciples in total.

But elite.

Especially the hall masters, elders, and guardians who follow Duan Feng are all first-class in the world, and they all have the experience of marching into the army.

In the big camp outside the city of Junzhou, there are more than [-] government soldiers.

More than a thousand sect disciples accompanied him.

Each can count as ten.

In front of the gate of Wudang Mountain.

A Mongolian general is fully armed, and more than ten thousand archers have already occupied the high ground.

Wudang disciples resisted fiercely, but they were unable to fight the regular army at all, and some disciples were shot into sieves.

Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao and others also saw this situation and were very angry.

At this time, a first-class master in the Jianghu stepped out from among the Yuanmeng soldiers, and the voice mixed with internal force penetrated upwards.

"General King of Dali Township, Duan Feng, Infinite Supreme Sovereign, listen, my emperor has an order, you come out and surrender, and my Yuanmeng Empire can spare Wudang Mountain from being destroyed."

"If a stick of incense doesn't come out of the mountain, I'll set fire to the mountain immediately!"

"Be smart, you just come out and tie your hands!"

"If not, today is the day of your death. Don't pretend that there will be reinforcements, they have already been dragged back."

Duan Feng narrowed his eyes, and his originally weak mind gradually became bloodthirsty.

A killing intent gradually spread out from his body.

"Grandmaster Duan, is it possible that Mongolia took the initiative to cross the Yangtze River for this reason?"

"Grandmaster Duan, don't go out, let's fight them!"

"Everyone, Grandmaster Duan is the pride of our martial arts, how can we allow Mongolia to speak so loudly and look down on us Jianghu people, let's go and kill them."

Wudang up and down, furious.

It's Zhang Sanfeng's birthday today, Mongolia is so insensitive, doesn't it mean that he looks down on Wudang sect.

"Is it the king's land in the whole world, is it the king's minister on the shore of the land, Dali rebelled against my emperor and was furious. If you don't want to die, come out and surrender."

The general was still shouting at the foot of the mountain.

Duan Feng took two steps forward, smiled slightly and said, "Let everyone watch a good show."

"Tathagata God's Palm, No. 11 style, holding the devil's kingdom in the palm!"

Condensed in the palm of the hand with [-]% true energy.

The phantom of Baizhang Tathagata is looming.

Sanskrit sounds mixed with these magic sounds.

Like an evil Buddha.

"Yuan Meng, there is a way to die, don't blame the suzerain for killing, go die!"

Duan Feng leaped out of thin air and slammed down on the top of Wudang Mountain.

A palm fell from the sky.

More than ten thousand Mongolian soldiers couldn't even set up a set, so they were killed by huge palm shadows.

The rest of the Yuanmeng soldiers were immediately stunned.

Even the heads of various sects such as the rivers and lakes have a feeling in their hearts.

It was the first time I saw such an inhumane palm technique, even people and horses were turned into muddy flesh, and even the bones were shattered.

The screams were mixed with the panic.

But Duan Feng stood in mid-air, as graceful as a banished fairy descending from the clouds.

But they forced the remaining soldiers of Yuanmeng to retreat.

When he stepped forward, the enemies surrounding the mountain took a step back.

Duan Feng sneered and said: "You weak chickens dare to speak wild words to lions and tigers. I didn't want to mess up Wudang Mountain. It's because of you that you don't want to lose face, so I will cut myself off here."

"Tathagata God's Palm, No. 12 style, one thought of the Buddha and the devil!"

With both palms out.

Tathagata's phantom instantly changed into a demon with black energy, but the two palms attracted more attention because of the green and black energy. When surrounded, Duan Feng was like a demon god, ignoring human life.

Martial arts heroes, leaders of various sects and sects were all shocked.

"Grandmaster Duan, is this a magic technique?"

"No, this martial skill is a bit like the magic killing kung fu, but it doesn't feel like this in essence."

"But, it's too scary, one palm can kill more than ten thousand enemies, even if it's like the Yuanmeng army, I'm afraid it won't be able to resist him!"

"As expected of a well-known innate master in the world, it's really eye-opening."

"The Mongols probably kicked the iron board. You all heard it just now. Master Duan is in the middle stage of innate talent, tsk tsk!"

"It really was a good show, Grandmaster Duan did a great job!"

"Kill these Tartars!"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, carefully feeling that this palm technique is absolutely masculine, but the name and aura give people a kind of oppression, even if it is him, he will be forced to retreat by the aura.