Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"I come from hell, here specifically to deal with you demons and monsters!"

Standing atop the golden wheel, Duan Zhengchun still had his hands behind his back. He spoke in a cold voice, then twisted his body, and a powerful force pressed down on the Golden Wheel Monk, causing him to stagger and slam his left knee heavily onto the platform!

Before he even made a move, the Golden Wheel Monk seemed to be already at a disadvantage!

The Golden Wheel Monk gritted his teeth and suddenly roared. Then, the golden wheel that Duan Zhengchun had been stepping on instantly transformed into five wheels!

As Duan Zhengchun's body lost weight and fell, the Golden Wheel Monk finally relieved the pressure, flipped over and hid to the side, and at the same time, he used both palms to control the five flying wheels to attack Duan Zhengchun at the same time!

Duan Zhengchun remained unhurried, his ten fingers constantly waving, unleashing a series of sharp Six Yang Finger Forces that repelled all five incoming wheels!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun's figure flashed, instantly turning into a blur, and he attacked the Golden Wheel Monk's chest with a palm!

This was his first move!

But his move shocked everyone in the audience! Because he used Guo Jing's signature move, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

After a dragon's roar, Duan Zhengchun's palm and the Golden Wheel Monk's palm collided instantly!

Then they saw the Golden Wheel Monk stagger back several steps, his face turning bright red!

"It's the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"He actually knows Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"How can this be?!"

Amidst the exclamations, even Guo Jing and Huang Rong froze on the spot, staring at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief, completely stunned.

"You will die within three moves!"

Duan Zhengchun stopped attacking and stood still, calmly watching the Golden Wheel Monk who had finally regained his composure, and said something indifferently.

Everything was completely unexpected!

The people below the stage never expected that Duan Zhengchun could use the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and the Golden Wheel Monk on the stage was equally surprised that Duan Zhengchun's martial arts were so powerful, completely incomparable to the level of three years ago!

Hao Datong and Sun Bu'er, standing in the crowd, exchanged a glance, their shock lingering. They had never imagined that Duan Zhengchun's skills had already surpassed any of the Five Masters of Quanzhen!

Hearing Duan Zhengchun's confident words, the Golden Wheel Monk was filled with resentment. He then took a deep breath and rushed towards Duan Zhengchun, making a series of hand seals in the air!

Immediately afterwards, the five wheels that had just been knocked away by Duan Zhengchun regrouped and swiftly attacked Duan Zhengchun's vital points! At the same time, the Golden Wheel Monk decisively extended a finger and pointed it directly at Duan Zhengchun's brow!

This time, he used all his strength!

But at that moment, Duan Zhengchun, who had been standing calmly in place, suddenly pressed the mechanism of the sword box. With a dragon's roar, the Lingxiao Sword was instantly drawn!

Immediately afterward, amidst a burst of sword light, the five wheels that had been hurtling towards them instantly shattered and broke apart, leaving a trail of broken pieces on the ground! The Golden Wheel Dharma King, who had rushed close, was also blasted away by the powerful sword energy, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood while still in mid-air!

Upon seeing this, both sides almost simultaneously let out gasps of surprise!

Duan Zhengchun defeated the formidable First Protector of the Great Mongol Kingdom with just one sword strike!

Everyone present had witnessed the skills of the Golden Wheel Monk, yet he was no match for Duan Zhengchun in just two moves, leading everyone to believe that Duan Zhengchun was a master from a completely different world!

After the Golden Wheel Monk fell heavily to the ground, the people Huo Du brought were thrown into chaos, and everyone was filled with fear.

Even the Golden Wheel Monk was defeated, let alone them!

However, at this very moment, the seriously injured King Jinlun fled the scene with Darba's help and disappeared into the chaos in the blink of an eye!

He didn't even have the courage to make a third move!

Perhaps he couldn't use a third move, because Duan Zhengchun's palm and sword strike had already shattered his internal organs and his last remaining confidence!

"He's trying to escape! We can't let him get away!"

Upon seeing the Golden Wheel Monk disappear, the martial arts heroes below the stage shouted and chased after him.

In a panic, Huo Du ordered his men to stop him while fleeing the Beggars' Sect headquarters without looking back.

Duan Zhengchun stood on the high platform, expressionless, watching the direction where the Golden Wheel Monk had disappeared. He did not actively chase after him, because now was not the time to kill this Mongolian National Preceptor; he was still useful!

But Huo Du's life must be spared!

So just as Guo Jing and Huang Rong rushed up the platform to meet him, he had already leaped up and disappeared from the platform in the blink of an eye.

A short while later, on the official road outside Xiangyang City, Huo Du, filled with fear, rode in a carriage and frantically ordered his men outside the carriage to drive it.

Through the rear window of the carriage, he could always see a figure riding a white horse, following behind at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

For the first time, he felt death so close; his twitching cheeks were already deathly pale, devoid of any color.

"Quick! Speed ​​up!"

Huo Du suppressed his fear and pounded on the door, urging them on desperately.

He didn't want to die yet, as his grand ambition remained unfulfilled!

His master and senior brother have disappeared without a trace, and no one knows where they went. If they are caught up with, he will have to face it alone!

He knew in his heart that the person following behind must be Duan Feng!

At this moment, he was more like prey that had fallen into a trap, ready to be slaughtered at any time!

After a long while, when Huo Du lifted the brocade curtain of the back window again, he suddenly discovered that the white horse that had been following behind had disappeared.

Seeing that he had finally shaken off his pursuers, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the carriage and panting heavily.

"Shut up!"

But just when he thought he could return to Mongolia alive, he suddenly heard his men's voices outside, and then he found that the carriage had suddenly stopped.

In an instant, there was a deathly silence outside!

"Why did it stop?!"

"What happened?!"

Huo Du swallowed hard and shouted, but all he got in response was deathly silence!

After hesitating for a moment, Huo Du slowly got up, trembling as he reached out and lifted the brocade curtain in front of the carriage door, and slowly walked out of the carriage.

Immediately afterward, he saw that the man who was driving the carriage was lying stiffly on the carriage shaft, bleeding profusely!

The moment he looked up, he discovered that the white horse had appeared in front of the carriage at some point, and Duan Zhengchun, sitting on its back, was staring at him expressionlessly.

After letting out a scream of terror, Huo Du slumped onto the carriage shaft, staring at Duan Zhengchun in horror, and murmured, "Spare me... I'll leave the Song Dynasty now and never come back..."

"Please..."

He had never been so humble and subservient as he was today.

"late."

Duan Zhengchun calmly looked at Huo Du, who was begging for mercy, and said two words indifferently.

"There's no deep-seated hatred between us. At most, there was a misunderstanding between me and the Quanzhen Sect three years ago..."

"Don't hold a grudge until today, okay? As long as you let me go, I will repay you tenfold or a hundredfold in the future!"

Huo Du looked at Duan Zhengchun with a deathly pale face, still pleading desperately, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for his own survival.

"This time, I represent the Great Song Dynasty!"

"I am irreconcilably opposed to Mongolia, and today I present this as a great gift to the Mongolian royal court!"

"With your blood, warn them not to set foot on the borders of the Great Song Dynasty!"

Duan Zhengchun looked coldly at Huo Du, showing no intention of changing his mind.

"Then you are wrong. I am just a prince of a minor tribe in the Great Mongol Empire. I am not the legitimate heir. Even if you kill me, you will not be able to intimidate anyone!"

"If they want to attack the Song Dynasty, they will still launch a large-scale invasion!"

"But if you're willing to let me go, I can be your inside man, and I'll go through fire and water for you, even if it means dying a thousand deaths!"

Huo Du shook his head, desperately trying to explain.

But Duan Zhengchun had clearly made up his mind. He slowly walked towards the carriage, holding the reins, and said calmly, "Then let them come. I'll kill one if they come, and two if they come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun reached out and pressed the mechanism on the sword box.

Huo Du, slumped on the carriage shaft, watched as Duan Zhengchun closed in step by step. He gritted his teeth, suddenly raised the folding fan in his hand, and pressed the mechanism as well!

This was his last chance to live!

Immediately afterwards, dozens of hidden weapons whistled out from the folding fan and shot directly at Duan Zhengchun!

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