Lu Fei instantly sealed the man's acupoint and snatched his Green Crescent Blade. By this time, he was surrounded by a large group of Mongolian soldiers. Lu Fei shouted and swung his Green Crescent Blade. Heads and limbs rolled on the ground.
The Green Crescent Blade was also a divine weapon. On top of that, Lu Fei's own internal energy was very strong. Surprisingly, none of these people were a match for him. Every time Lu Fei swung his blade, a person would be chopped into two. Even if this person blocked with a weapon, he would still be chopped to death by Lu Fei.
The people who came this time were all elite soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty. They were all Mongolians. Mongolians fought valiantly. The more ferocious their opponent was, the more unwilling they were to admit defeat. Now that they saw Lu Fei dared to break into their formation alone, their eyes turned red with killing intent. They rushed toward Lu Fei.
Lu Fei only swung his blade. Every time he swung his blade, a person would die. Li Bai's poem said, "Ten steps to kill a man, a thousand li without stopping." At this time, Lu Fei could be said to have killed ten people with each step. If the enemy came one, he would kill one, if ten came, he would kill ten. Every step Lu Fei took was extremely slow. Seeing these soldiers still rushing toward him after seeing how powerful he was, he could not help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. "You Mongolians claim to be ferocious. Today, Laozi will kill you until you lose your courage." Suddenly he remembered the plot of the movie 'The Legend'. He stopped moving forward and stopped to fight with the enemy.
The corpses around Lu Fei fell to the ground in a flash. Every time a person fell, he would step on them. Because the Green Crescent Blade in his hand was a long weapon, he was not afraid of being attacked. The group of people saw him piling up higher and higher, so they stepped on their comrades' corpses and rushed up the mountain.
The Ming Cult people also gradually realized the chaos on this side. When Lu Fei's body continued to rise, Zhou Dian finally saw it clearly. He was delighted and said, "It's Jiaozhu! Jiaozhu is back!"
Wei Yixiao shouted, "Jiaozhu is back! Brothers, hold on!"
The members of the Ming Cult looked at the mountain of corpses and saw a man standing at the top. His body was bathed in blood, and he was holding a huge saber in his hand. Every time he swung the saber, there would be a rain of blood. He looked like a great killing god from hell. Seeing how mighty their leader was, the Ming Cult disciples all shouted out in unison, "Our leader is mighty!" All of them were in high spirits as they battled with the Mongolian soldiers. Their morale was even higher than before.
When the Mongolian officers saw how powerful this person was, they immediately shouted out in their own language. The people around Lu Fei suddenly retreated, and the archers immediately fired a rain of arrows at Lu Fei. Lu Fei was not afraid at all. He drew a circle in front of him with his hands, and the arrows that were shot at him were all shot back by him using the Heaven and Earth Great Shift technique. Instantly, dozens of Mongolian soldiers were killed or injured.
When the military officer saw this, he immediately became afraid. This person could not be killed at all. He shouted for a while, and the others immediately launched a fierce attack on the Ming Cult disciples.
No matter how good Lu Fei was at killing, he had only killed a few hundred people. Compared to the tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers, it was insignificant. The purpose of their mission was to capture the Ming Cult disciples.
When Lu Fei saw that they had changed their target, he snorted coldly and ran down the mountain of corpses toward the Mongolian officer. Along the way, countless soldiers appeared to stop him, but the saber in Lu Fei's hand was too fierce. Those who tried to stop him were all swept away. He forcibly opened up a bloody path and rushed toward the officer's camp. He raised his saber and chopped off the officer's head.
One officer had died, but there were still officers in the other camps. Lu Fei immediately rushed toward the other camps. When the other officers saw this, they hurriedly called for the soldiers to stop him. However, wherever Lu Fei went, people were thrown off their feet and horses were thrown off their feet. Blood spurted out, and he was like a gopher digging a hole in the ground. In a flash, he ran to the next officer's camp and chopped him in half. In reality, these officers also had some martial arts skills. However, in front of Lu Fei, they were not enough. Lu Fei continued to advance. No matter how many people tried to stop him, no matter how strong they were, they could not stop the saber in Lu Fei's hand.
Not long after, the officer gave the order to retreat. Lu Fei shouted, "Chase!" The Ming Cult disciples shouted and chased after the soldiers behind them. The Mongolian soldiers were frightened and ran for their lives.
"Stop." Lu Fei chased for a while and stopped. Everyone returned to their original place. They saw that the place where Lu Fei had killed was littered with corpses. The mountain of corpses was especially conspicuous. It was about seven, eight meters high.
Zhou Dian praised, "Jiaozhu, I admire you. If you let Zhou Dian go, I'm afraid it won't work."
At this time, Lu Fei's body was covered in blood. His body was still dripping with blood. Xiao Zhao quickly said, "Jiaozhu, quickly change your clothes."
Lu Fei looked and grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth. "I do need to change. It's sticky and uncomfortable."
The Ming Cult disciples began to count the dead and the wounded. They took some useful things from the corpses left behind by the Mongolians and buried them on the spot.
After changing his clothes, Lu Fei picked up the broadsword by his side and looked at it. He saw that although the glaive had cut down countless weapons, the blade was still sharp. Of course, this had something to do with Lu Fei using his internal energy to protect the blade. But more importantly, this was a treasured broadsword. He took the broadsword out of the tent, ready to find Wu Jingcao and let him take a look at it.
Outside the tent, the people were already cooking. Yang Xiao and the others were discussing Xiao Zhao. Lu Fei heard them and asked, "What's wrong? Did Xiao Zhao make a great contribution this time? "
Wei Yixiao smiled and said, "Yes. This time, if Xiao Zhao didn't know how to fight at the last moment, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to hold on until Jiaozhu came."
Yang Xiao said, "Fortunately, Jiaozhu came in time. Also, thanks to Xiao Zhao's command, we held on a little longer. Although our martial arts are good, we don't know much about marching and fighting."
Lu Fei nodded and said, "This time I seized a treasured broadsword …" While saying that, he took out the green crescent moon broadsword and said, "Banner Leader Wu, please take a look at it for me."
Wu Jingcao hastily received it respectfully. After looking at it, he praised, "It's a good broadsword. It looks like it was originally a broadsword with a thick back, but it has been modified into a long broadsword. Only the handle is not very good. If you use too much strength, it will break easily. Moreover, it lacks flexibility. With Jiaozhu's divine power, I'm afraid it won't be enough."
Yang Xiao suddenly said, "The strange iron that Jiaozhu took from Xiao Zhao is still with me. Why don't you use it to make a broadsword handle? I'm sure its flexibility will be excellent."
Last time, after Lu Fei took off the iron chain, he gave it to Yang Xiao. Hearing this, Lu Fei tried to decline, but failed. Finally he agreed. Wu Jingcao immediately took the strange iron and went to the furnace to refine it.
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