The imperial courts of all dynasties have never had a good impression of people from the martial arts world.

This was especially true of the Mongolian court.

Although after the establishment of the Yuan Dynasty, some martial artists turned against the Mongols and were willing to serve the Mongols as dogs, the truly prestigious martial arts sects all openly or secretly raised the banner of resisting the Mongols.

When dealing with the underworld, righteousness comes first.

If you don't care about the interests of the nation, you will be condemned by everyone.

Therefore, the Mongolian court has always been eager to eliminate all sects as soon as possible.

The reason they didn't take action in the past was simply because they felt the cost was too high. In addition, the major martial arts sects were relatively restrained and had reached a certain tacit understanding with each other.

Now with Cheng Kun's tip-off, and with uprisings breaking out everywhere at the end of the dynasty, many of the rebel forces have close ties with the martial arts world, so the court has sent a large number of troops, intending to take the opportunity to wipe out the Ming Cult and the six major sects in one fell swoop.

If this succeeds, it will definitely bring a huge blow to the Central Plains martial arts world and deter those guys who are ready to rebel! However, the Yuan army has been lying in ambush for a long time, and has never seen any of the Mingjiao or the six major sects flee in panic.

When the Mongolian general in charge of the operation received the news from the spies, his first reaction was disbelief.

A little girl from the Emei Sect was favored by the gods? She also took this opportunity to integrate the Ming Cult and the six major sects to form an organization called the Immortal Alliance?

The magical wine she brought out could extend a person's lifespan by 250 years? Not only the Mongolian general, but everyone else thought it was a fantasy.

All those who were recruited here were elite troops of the Yuan army.

Many of them have fought in many battles.

The Mongolian generals were even more knowledgeable.

He had been stationed in the far north and suppressed rebellions in the far west, and had met countless extraordinary people.

There was one thing he was certain of.

There are absolutely no gods in this world! "The Han people are cunning, they must have discovered our plan and staged this on purpose!"

The Mongolian general's guess was unanimously recognized by others.

It was a rare opportunity for the Ming Cult and the six major sects to gather together. It would be a pity to miss such an opportunity. He decided to give up the ambush and attack instead! These martial artists were indeed quite powerful, but they were scattered and were no match for the well-trained Mongolian elite.

At the command, the Yuan army marched towards Guangmingding.

Because of the earlier battles with the six major sects, all the spies planted by the Ming Cult halfway up the mountain were eliminated, so that the Yuan army was not discovered until they were several miles away from Bright Summit.

now.

Several disciples from the Ming Cult or the six major sects rushed into the meeting room.

They shouted in panic about the arrival of the Yuan army.

This made the top leaders of the Ming Cult and the six major sects, who were originally haggling over every penny and trying to gain benefits, panic.

They hurriedly ran out of the hall and soon saw the Yuan army coming in fully equipped.

These Mongols were wearing armor and were fully equipped with weapons. Just by looking at their murderous aura, one could tell that they were an elite force.

Yang Xiao, the acting leader of the Ming Cult, changed his expression slightly and immediately ordered everyone to retreat back to the Ming Cult headquarters.

The buildings here are solid and equipped with a lot of weapons and ordnance, which are enough to hold out for a long time.

Even if they really can't stop them, they can still escape through the secret passage.

As a sect with the goal of conquering the world, the Ming Cult has already taken various countermeasures to deal with such things.

As he spoke, he also tried to reassure everyone, saying that the Ming Cult's headquarters was as solid as a rock and could withstand the attack of the Yuan army, implying that even if they couldn't resist, they could easily retreat.

The people from the six major sects knew the priorities of the matter and obeyed his orders one after another.

Seeing that everyone was following his orders, Yang Xiao felt nervous but secretly excited at the same time.

This is a rare opportunity! If you perform well, you may even be able to get a high position in the Immortal Alliance and take the opportunity to improve the status of the Ming Cult.

While he was thinking, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind.

"Why are you running?"

Yang Xiao turned around and saw that it was Zhou Zhiruo who spoke.

She was dressed in white, with a calm temperament, and holding a strange, glowing object in her hand.

"The Mongols are well prepared, we should avoid them for the time being..." Before Yang Xiao could open his mouth, he heard a handsome young man speak.

He saw clearly that the person who spoke was Zhang Sanfeng.

This was exactly what he wanted.

"Miss Zhou has been favored by the immortal. It will be easy for her to kill those barbarians in the future, but now..."

Yang Xiao was interrupted by Zhou Zhiruo before he finished speaking.

"What's going on now?" Zhou Zhiruo stood by the door, glanced into the distance, and said disdainfully, "Just a bunch of rabble!"

Nun Miejue came over and tried to persuade them.

It is natural for an apprentice to be proud of his success, but he should not put himself in danger for the sake of momentary face.

She was about to speak when she heard a loud bang.

Following the sound, she saw a large box on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several more boxes fell to the ground with a clang.

Nun Miejue stared away.

The others also cast curious glances.

Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head, raised her hand, grasped the edge of the box, and broke it open with a click.

Some strangely shaped objects with a metallic luster appeared in everyone's sight.

"This thing is called a rifle. Even a weak child can easily kill a martial arts master with it!" Zhou Zhiruo said.

She bent down and picked up an automatic rifle, picked up a magazine, loaded it, and aimed at the table next to her.

When she pulled the trigger, there was a loud clattering sound and the table broke into pieces!

The hall was silent.

Everyone stared at the gun in Zhou Zhiruo's hand in amazement.

They could hardly imagine that there were such terrible weapons in the world.

If this kind of weapon can be popularized, wouldn't the Mongols' cavalry, which makes people tremble with fear, become moving targets? "Is this a magic weapon of the immortal?" Yang Xiao was full of surprise.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled faintly: "It is just a mortal's weapon, it can't be compared with the magic weapon of the immortal."

"That immortal..." Zhang Sanfeng said.

"The magic weapon of the immortals," Zhou Zhiruo said as she thought of the dazzling weapons in the treasure house, "Any one of them is enough to easily destroy this world."

"Or regenerate the world!"

After looking at the people who were either looking forward to or in shock, Zhou Zhiruo said, "But these are far away from us. Let's get rid of the Mongols outside first."

She held a rifle and explained to everyone how to use it.

Everyone stared at her without blinking.

There is no one who is not interested in such a powerful weapon.

After a brief explanation, Zhou Zhiruo asked, "You all know how to use it, right?"

"Miss Zhou, do you mean that we can use it?" Shaolin Master Kongzhi stared at the box in front of him with burning eyes.

He clenched the rosary in his hands, feeling a little impatient.

"May Buddha have mercy on me and use this item to help those Mongols to be liberated!" he thought to himself.

Zhou Zhiruo looked around and smiled, "Of course."

"But there are only 300 guns, so there may not be enough to share..." she said.

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone pounced on the boxes like hungry tigers.

"Don't try to grab it. I saw this box first!"

"How dare you ask for a box of guns each?"

"Save the bullet for me."

"Who can give me a gun?"

"Good disciple, give the gun to the master!"

Everyone rolled up their sleeves and started to grab the things, which even made Zhou Zhiruo stunned.

It's just a broken gun. How come these people don't look like they belong to a prestigious sect?

Seeing Master Miejue and Zhang Sanfeng standing quietly by the side, Zhou Zhiruo nodded secretly, thinking that Master and Grandpa Zhang had stronger willpower.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly saw Master Miejue walking towards her.

"Good disciple, do you have a more powerful gun?" Master Miejue asked in a low voice.

Zhou Zhiruo said helplessly: "Yes, but the power is too strong. They all say it is against the way of heaven..."

Nun Miejue interrupted: "Killing these Tartars is to enforce justice. Why don't you take them out and show them to the master?"

Zhou Zhiruo thought about it and simply took out her treasured Gatling gun.

She had heard the story of Xiaolongnu's powerful performance with a Gatling gun, and had always wanted to emulate her.

But if the master wants it, then give it to her.

She still felt that wearing the Iron Man suit or killing enemies with magic was more in line with her identity.

When seeing Gatling's exaggerated shape, Master Miejue's eyes lit up instantly.

Even with just a cursory glance, she could tell that this thing was far superior to other guns.

She was about to reach out to take it, but saw another hand snatch it from the ground at lightning speed.

Nun Miejue's face changed suddenly.

How dare you steal my things? How could this blind idiot dare to tamper with the God of Fortune?

She raised her head and was about to yell, but saw that it was Zhang Sanfeng who attacked.

"This thing looks like it has great lethality. Using it will harm the harmony of nature," Zhang Sanfeng said seriously. "Xiao Yanqing, I will bear this karma for you!"

Nun Miejue's original name was Fang Yanqing.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's high-sounding words, she almost spit out.

A martial arts master, a senior expert, actually shamelessly tried to snatch his gun!

She was about to speak when she saw Zhang Sanfeng, holding a Gatling gun, rushing out of the gate and shouting, "Everyone, follow me and kill these Mongolian Tartars!"

The word "you" uttered by Master Miejue was stuck in her throat.

Looking at the people rushing out with guns in hand and the empty boxes on the ground, she was so angry that she was shaking all over.

"Master, this is called a single-soldier rocket launcher."

Zhou Zhiruo's voice suddenly came.

When Master Miejue turned around, she saw an exaggeratedly shaped "big gun" on the ground.

After Zhou Zhiruo's explanation, she finally understood the usage of this weapon called individual rocket launcher.

Although she felt that it was slightly inferior to the Gatling rifle, it was much stronger than those other rifles.

Carrying the rocket launcher, Nun Miejue ran out with great speed.

There were still some other people who didn't get the weapons, but they were all waiting to watch the fun, so that in just a few breaths, the hall became empty again.

Zhou Zhiruo looked around, feeling a little amused and helpless.

"It's just some guns, everyone is so enthusiastic."

"But this is the first battle of the Immortal Alliance, I have to go and see it!"

Not wanting to waste her mana, she put on her Iron Man suit and flew out of the gate.

…

The Yuan army has already deployed its troops.

They were not originally good at military formations or this kind of mountain warfare.

However, after ruling the Central Plains for many years, the Mongolian cavalry, which had dominated the world, became decadent in pleasure, but they also learned how to deploy troops.

Even though this kind of mountain-capturing battle was not what they were good at, their opponents were even less professional.

It's fine for the gangsters to fight alone, but when they get together they become a mob fighting each other.

Guessing that the enemy might hide in the building, they decided to form a battle array before attacking.

Even the Mongolian general had planned to send people to transport siege equipment.

He was determined not to give these martial artists any chance in order to shock the people of the world.

Just when they had arranged their troops and were planning to launch a volley of arrows as a warning shot, unexpectedly the closed door was pushed open again.

The Mongolian general was stunned, thinking that someone wanted to abandon darkness and join the light.

He was even more incredulous when he saw the martial arts masters rushing out of the door and rushing towards them.

Are these people crazy or stupid?

He admired the creative ideas of the people in the Central Plains.

They were good at farming and invented all kinds of interesting things, including cultural ideas that made the people obedient, military strategies for leading troops in battle, and martial arts that could enhance people's morale.

But even a martial arts master like the Golden Sword Prince Consort died under the swords of the Mongolian warriors? Did these people think they were invulnerable?

The Mongolian general and his deputy general looked at each other, both with relaxed smiles on their faces.

"These people are so stupid!" laughed the deputy general.

"Wait until they get closer, and then cut off their retreat first." The Mongolian general narrowed his eyes.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps...

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer and closer, the Yuan army general was preparing to split up and encircle the two wings when he suddenly saw a group of martial artists on the opposite side raising their hands.

They were holding strange-looking weapons that looked...

Da da da! A burst of explosions suddenly sounded.

He saw that the weapons in those people's hands were spewing fire snakes, and the Mongolian soldiers around him fell to the ground with screams.

"careful!"

The deputy general exclaimed and threw him to the ground.

A burning sensation came from his cheek.

He lay on the ground, touched his face and found a handful of blood.

The surrounding soldiers fled in all directions, wailing.

Even the archers turned around and ran away without firing a single arrow.

The Mongolian general lay on the ground, watching all this in a daze.

He felt like he was dreaming.

What are they holding in their hands and why are they so terrifying?

A splash of blood suddenly splashed on his face.

He tilted his head and saw that it was his deputy general lying beside him.

There was a bright red hole on the deputy general's forehead, and the back of his head had been opened.

"Devils, they are devils!" The Mongolian general trembled all over.

He suddenly heard a more violent clattering sound, and the people around him fell down faster.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw that the person who attacked was a young man holding a terrible weapon.

That weapon is simply the scythe of the god of death, reaping lives one after another!

He stared at the scene in a daze, and suddenly saw a black spot approaching from afar, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Bang! There was a loud noise.

His consciousness was shattered along with his body! ...

(End of this chapter)