After completely devouring the reserves of a generation of Xixia people in Gansu, the Mongols began to march towards the Heishan defense line with heavy troops.

On the way the black dragon was marching, such as the Tubo coalition forces, they were just stones encountered when passing by.

Either crushing or disdainful.

powerful!

Unrivaled powerful!

The Mongols led by Temujin were really golden wolves hunting on the grassland, and they dared to declare war on the whole world!

Morality in Mongolia has surged.

Due to the consequences of the Battle of Gansu, the rest of the small countries began to become frightened.

After learning that the Western Xia was defeated, the Tubo three-nation coalition began to linger with the border, and the Henglus people only focused on burning, killing and looting further north.

Everyone seemed to be waiting for the decisive battle in Montenegro.

Is it a coalition composed of the Han people who won the victory, or is the arrogant golden wolf pack once again completing the hunt and showing their majesty to the world?

Ten days later.

The war has begun!

The towering Black Mountain involves a large number of fortresses tangled on the mountains, the roar of one single cannon after another, and the shouts of killing when the soldiers from both sides are entangled.

Blood stained Montenegro.

A decisive battle?

Temujin didn't think so.

This hero on the grassland was at the gates of the war between the Montenegro coalition forces, and even had the energy to eliminate Torre. Wang Baobao led the army and marched towards the Tubo tribes on the side battlefield, hoping that before the Battle of Montenegro, he could kill the three bed bugs beside him.

Perhaps for him, the only thing that can bring him some surprises is the former Quanzhen Sect leader?

Wang Zhongfu!

Wang Chongyang!

The chirping of eagles sounded from the sky. On a clear morning, Temujin, wearing hideous armor, stepped into the battlefield.

When those innate bodies with as many as three thousand people stepped into the military formation, it seemed that the entire Black Mountain was trembling!

Temujin, one of the few top masters in the world, did not practice, but only focused on physical and black dragon energy, and was promoted to the Grand Master realm and was invincible in this realm!

Wang Chongyang practices innate skills, has millions of disciples, or has already reached a higher level early, and is one of the few great masters in the world!

When the soldiers on both sides fought together.

A round of head-on battle began between the two sides and the battlefield!

The sky cries blood.

The earth collapsed.

Holding a golden sword in his hand, he controls the black dragon, and his murderous aura soars into the sky.

He is blue-robed and white-haired, over 70 years old, and has a popularity that is so popular.

The two fought to the top of the clouds, and blood rain fell from time to time.

Golden lotus flashed with the sky, and countless people seemed to be watching the battle of the rare Grandmasters in the world.

Fight hard.

There is sword energy that penetrates thirty miles through the clouds, and there are black dragons roaring and wilderness.

As the sky gradually dimmed, the black dragon's eyes were completely occupied by blood, and Temujin burst into a wild laugh on his back.

"Wang Chongyang! You are old after all!!!

If you were five years ago, you might be qualified to fight me, but now you will be unable to hold on!!!”

boom!!!

A punch hit the clouds, and a fist with a force of ten thousand pounds hit Wang Chongyang's arms, smashing him into the Black Mountain, bringing a brilliant fire.

Mushroom clouds rise.

However, Temujin didn't plan to stop. Before Wang Chongyang could stand up, he punched him.

"You are old! You are old! You are old! You are so old that you don't even have the strength of your fists!

I heard that you took your wife and daughter back a few years ago, but your muscles and bones were hollowed out because of the heavy food of your wife?

Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

One punch is more fierce than the other punch, and one punch is heavier than the other punch.

Soon, the Taoist Dharma body exposed by Wang Chongyang was gradually defeated by the black dragon, and pieces of armor began to scatter in the Black Mountains.

This is a battle of concern to the world.

The battle between the two also determined to a certain extent the direction of the whole world.

The black dragon roared non-stop.

The huge body hovered above the Black Mountains, venting its powerful aura to the whole world.

The black dragon, which represents the Mongolian fortune, began to appear in slight distortions around his body, as if he was about to step through the space and ascend to the sky.

powerful!

Extremely powerful!

What kind of master is the Tao? As long as you have strong enough strength, when you talk about your realm, you will just be farting outsiders!!!

What if he is unable to enter the Tao? So what if he has no way out?

Only cultivate the level of the great master, only cultivate one's own body spirit!

Being strong, after Wang Chongyang, the former enemy, broke the mirror, was still pressed to the ground and hit hard?

call.....

The cold wind whistled past, and the smell of blood on the battlefield began to float to the battlefield where the two were.

The smell of blood distracted Temujin.

Wait for him to look back.

I saw that the Mongolian military formation was at an absolute disadvantage when the two sides were facing each other.

Riding a horse, riding a shooting?

At the foot of Black Mountain, with the sound of cannons, a large amount of iron sand filled the Mongolian military formation with the smell of fire.

As if he noticed Temujin's gaze, at the center of the Song army formation, he looked back in a blue suit and smiled at Temujin on the distant Black Mountain.

One point of relief, two points of admiration, three points of indifference, four points of ridicule!

laugh at!!!

When a firearm, cannons come onto the stage, and when personal force is not bad, what is Temujin?

How can individual invincible force bring greater advantages in a battle of more than one million people?

Withdrew his gaze from Temujin, Wang Yangming stared indifferently at the Mongolians who had begun to collapse on the battlefield.

final.

He took a breath silently, then put down his sword hand.

Wave it down!

Cut off!

Rumble!!!

The thunderous artillery fire sounded again, ignoring Temujin who was attacking wildly behind him. Wang Yangming, the Confucian master who should not have appeared in this world, began to deliver a satisfactory answer for his first appearance in this world!

"Start the killing! Bite the Mongols' tail and let me dry their blood!"

"The Song people are treacherous!!!"

"Oh!"

"Diet!!!"

With a bang, Temuzhen, who was entangled by Wang Chongyang, smashed into the field like a meteorite, hoping to use his bottomless force to save the endangered war situation of the Mongols.

However, facing the almost endless artillery fire...

Standing in the formation, Wang Yangming noticed the approaching breath behind him and sighed silently:
Chapter completed!