Yin Zhiping from The Condor Heroes, Immortality Begins from The Condor Heroes

"Sister Huang, is there still no news about Yin Lang?"

After finishing the things at hand, Li Mochou saw that Huang Rong was free, so she asked.

"Sister Li, your lover is traveling alone very easily. We don't know how he left. Although the Beggars' Sect disciples are spread all over the place, it is still too difficult for them to find the whereabouts of a Xiantian master."

Huang Rong replied with a wry smile.

Yin Zhiping is not like Guo Jing and others, who would mobilize troops to let the world know and boost morale. He would only start hiding his whereabouts before approaching Shu.

Yin Zhiping disappeared from the very beginning, acting as a sharp arrow in the dark.

Almost every day, Li Mochou would come here to ask, wanting to know the latest news about Yin Zhiping.

Unfortunately, there has never been one.

"Don't worry, sometimes no news is the best news. The journey to Shu is long, and Brother Yin is probably still on the way. As long as he takes action, there will definitely be news."

Huang Rong knew that Li Mochou was worried, wasn't she the same?

Otherwise, why did we do all that just now?

Isn't it for your family and friends?

So Huang Rong understood Li Mochou's feelings very well.

"Have you finished your homework today?"

After Yin Zhiping left, Yang Guo's studies were supervised by Li Mochou.

Huang Rong didn't know what to say to Li Mochou, and could only use Yang Guo and her daughter as topics to divert attention.

Chapter 121: Dead City, Night Attack on the Mongolian Camp

Huang Rong guessed half right. With her best efforts, Yin Zhiping was indeed still on the road. However, it would only take one day for Yin Zhiping to reach his destination, Wencheng!

That is the city that was killed.

The once prosperous city has now become a dead city. The Mongols did not move in, nor did they collect the bodies of the Han people. Instead, they looted all the useful things and then set it on fire, burning everything down, including the people and the city.

Mandulatu's army was stationed thirty miles outside Wencheng and did not move.

Yin Zhiping didn't know that there were Mongolian masters supporting Mandulatu, so Huang Rong's message could not be passed on to him.

But just because Mandulatu knew that Guo Jing and the Quanzhen Sect were on their way, yet he didn't move at all, Yin Zhiping could guess that this guy must have some intention.

There are only two possibilities. First, this person is arrogant and thinks that he can surround and kill Xiantian with just a large army, so he is waiting for Guo Jing and himself to fall into his trap. Second, the Mongolian side has the support of masters and wants to deal a heavy blow to the Central Plains martial arts in Shu.

If it is the first possibility, then Yin Zhiping can only say, you bastard, you are so good at dying, if you don’t die, who will?

If it was the second possibility, that would be just fine. Yin Zhiping believed that Huang Rong would definitely be able to call Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong. As for Zhou Botong, to be honest, even Yin Zhiping himself was not sure.

It's not that I'm afraid he won't come. It's mainly because it's too difficult to find Zhou Botong if he doesn't show up himself.

But as long as two of them come, the Mongolian side will definitely be defeated. Even if you Mongolians have hidden innate realms, can you call out four in a row?

What's going on?

The flag is raised. If four people can really be called out, Yin Zhiping said he would perform a headstand shampooing on the spot...

In short, no matter what the possibility is, Yin Zhiping has already made plans. Relying on his skills and courage, he will first test the depth of Mandulatu.

It also provides more clues to Guo Jing's side, and by the way, takes action to relieve the anger in their hearts.

At night, taking advantage of the darkness, Yin Zhiping jumped onto the city wall and looked down at the Wencheng in front of him through the moonlight. It was charred black, and it was impossible to distinguish people and objects. It was devastated and silent, like a ghost town.

Hearing about a massacre is one thing, seeing it is another.

This is the scene after it was burned. If it was at that time...

Yin Zhiping didn't dare to think further. He just felt the anger in his heart churning uncontrollably, as if it was about to burst out.

He turned around, jumped off the city wall, and headed towards the Mandulatu military camp.

If I don't vent the anger in my heart tonight, I'm afraid my spiritual heart will collapse.

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In the Mongolian military camp, Mandulatu and Wulianghetai were discussing how to deal with Guo Jing and Yin Zhiping. In addition to the two of them, there was also a middle-aged foreign monk in the tent. If Yin Zhiping was present, he would definitely recognize him. This person was the Golden Wheel Dharma King who had fought him to a draw in Xiangyang City.

King Jinlun was a powerful Mongolian warrior who had already appeared in public, so Wulianghetai allowed him to appear openly.

The Central Plains martial arts world was in an uproar, and Mandulatu's party must have known about it. It was impossible not to take any action. Wouldn't that be telling Guo Jing clearly that it was very dangerous here and that there were traps ready for him to jump into?

Do the whole show.

"Guo Jing has already gathered quite a few people. In addition to the Quanzhen Sect's 500-plus members, there are also over 2,000 members from various sects, large and small. While their numbers may not be as great as ours, they all possess martial arts prowess and should not be underestimated."

Mandulatu summarized the news he received, mainly telling Wulianghetai that in his eyes, King Jinlun was just a warrior with stronger strength, and it was okay as long as he looked decent on the surface.

Mandulatu did not hide his behavior at all, and King Jinlun did not take it seriously. He was just a brainless villain.

"Is there still no news about that Sword Immortal?"

Wulianghetai asked with a frown.

He was not worried about Guo Jing in public, but he was uneasy about Yin Zhiping who was hiding in the dark.

"No, no one has seen him. In my opinion, he was probably afraid of our Mongolian cavalry and found an excuse to escape."

Mandulatu said with disdain.

Even though he had witnessed the destructive power of true martial arts masters, Mandulatu still believed that the Mongolian cavalry was the strongest. No one could escape the charge of the Mongolian cavalry. If anyone could, they would turn around and charge again.

King Jinlun listened to Mandulatu's contempt for Yin Zhiping without changing his expression, but in his heart he classified him as a fool.

No one in Mongolia knew Yin Zhiping better than King Jinlun. After just a few battles in Xiangyang City, King Jinlun knew that Yin Zhiping was definitely not the cowardly person that Mandulatu described him to be.

King Jinlun could assert that Yin Zhiping's absence was definitely due to some ulterior motive.

It is rumored that after the Battle of Xiangyang, Yin Zhiping created a new sword technique that was unparalleled, which earned him the title of Sword Immortal.

King Jinlun himself also went through the baptism of Xiangyang City. After returning, he studied hard and practiced diligently, and finally achieved the ninth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna.

Therefore, King Jinlun was looking forward to fighting with Yin Zhiping again to see whether his sword was sharper or his fist was harder.

While the three of them were thinking about their own things, they didn't realize that the person they were discussing had already quietly sneaked into the mountains and forests near them.

Looking at the Mongolian camp not far away, which was brightly lit and bustling with people even at night, and formed a sharp contrast with the dead city just now, Yin Zhiping pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

The fully-developed Nine Yang Divine Art was used at full power for the first time.

Stronger true energy, faster recovery speed, and stronger momentum than ever before!

Yin Zhiping didn't move at all, just stood there quietly.

However, the Mongolian soldiers who were eating meat and chatting discovered that the sky, which had originally darkened, had become brighter.

When they looked towards the light source in the northwest, all the dead spirits suddenly appeared.

Countless swords were hanging densely in the sky.

It turned out that it was not daybreak, but countless lightsabers gathered together to illuminate the entire Mongolian camp.

Someone immediately blew the horn to alert the others in the tent, including Mandulatu, Wulianghetai and King Jinlun.

The Mongolian soldiers faced the sword energy and didn't know what to do. Charge?

No one knows where it is.

Back off?

They wouldn't dare to do so without orders.

In fact, King Jinlun had already noticed something when Yin Zhiping started to take action. After all, Yin Zhiping's aura was too strong. He could hide it when he was not taking action, but once he started to use his power, it would be a bit difficult to conceal it.

Therefore, King Jinlun was already paying attention to the movements outside.

After hearing the horn and seeing so much sword energy, even King Jinlun felt his scalp tingling.

"Sir, I can't stop so many sword energies by myself."

King Jinlun made it clear to Wulianghetai, don’t expect me to block this attack alone, call others out quickly, otherwise who knows how many people will die tonight.

While Wulianghetai hesitated, the sword energy began to move under Yin Zhiping's control.

Chapter 122 There are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames

Sword energy fell like raindrops.

It was such a sudden and unexpected attack for the Mongolian army.

Some people tried to resist with the spears and guns in their hands, but how could ordinary weapons withstand the sharp sword energy?

Whether it was a spear or a lance, they were all cut off, but the sword's power remained undiminished.

Except for Yin Zhiping, no one knew the exact amount of sword energy. They only knew that when they looked around, the entire sky was covered by sword energy.

King Jinlun leaped up and pushed his Dragon Elephant Prajna power to its extreme.

King Jinlun could see that the power of these sword energies taken individually was actually very ordinary, which was the power of the sword energy wielded by a master of the acquired realm. For a master who had reached the acquired realm, even a first-rate master, as long as the internal force was not exhausted, it was enough to protect himself, not to mention the innate realm.

But for other ordinary soldiers, it was a death warrant.

How many people in the post-natal realm can there be in the entire military camp? And how many people in the innate realm can there be?

King Jinlun didn't want to say much. He just tried his best to block the sword energy, and the rest was none of his business.

The words have been spoken. It depends on Wulianghetai's decision whether to hold the trump card for later use or to use it now in exchange for the lives of a large number of Mongolian soldiers.

If it were King Jinlun himself, he would definitely choose to take it out now.

Because he was sure that Yin Zhiping would definitely not show up tonight, and after he recovered, he could come in the second, third, and fourth waves.

The Mongolian army had no idea when and from which direction his rain of swords would come, so they could only passively take it, which would only make them extremely annoyed.

The sounds of dragons roaring and elephants roaring were heard, and golden light emerged from King Jinlun's body. He swung out the golden wheel in his right hand, and three small wheels separated from the big wheel. Under King Jinlun's control, they assisted other soldiers in resisting the sword energy.

However, King Jinlun himself did not dare to leave Wulianghetai too far, for he was worried that Yin Zhiping would jump out and take Wulianghetai's head.

King Jinlun didn't care about Mandulatu's fate, but Wulianghetai did.

Yin Zhiping used most of his true energy this time just to vent the anger in his heart.

The Mongolian army here is as large as 70,000, and it is impossible to eliminate them all at once.

However, it is still possible to cause huge casualties.

There were a total of six thousand sword energies in total, and there was no need for any very detailed control. Just throw them where there were more people.

The rain of swords was consumed quickly, the formation was large, and the lethality was sufficient.

Without giving Wulianghetai more time to think, the six thousand sword energies all fell into the Mongolian camp in less than two minutes.

Many men died and many horses were lost.

Mandulatu and Wulianghetai were protected by experts in the acquired realm, and with the watchful eye of King Jinlun, both were safe, but half of the camp was in chaos because of Yin Zhiping.

After the sword energy was released, Yin Zhiping turned around and left.

I found a place far away from the Mongolian camp to rest for a while.

The anger in my heart has not been completely vented yet. The night is long, so I will continue playing later.

"This method is from the Sword Immortal Yin Zhiping."

Wuliang Hetai was very sure that Yin Zhiping was the most famous warrior in the Central Plains martial arts world in recent years. He had made remarkable achievements since his debut. Even Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison and one of the Five Great Masters, was defeated by his Wanjian Guizong. It was hard for Wuliang Hetai not to know him.

"It should be him. This is his Wanjian Guizong. It's really powerful."

King Jinlun looked at the Cangyi people in this small camp and witnessed for the first time the power of Wanjian Guizong.

If all those sword energies were directed at me, even if I possessed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, I would not have the confidence to withstand it. The best way would be to find a chance to escape.

"Hmph, King of France, please don't try to boost his morale and destroy your own prestige. If he dares to show up, I will make sure he sees the might of my Mongolian cavalry."

Mandulatu is still as mysteriously confident as ever.

King Jinlun didn't want to pay any attention to him and just thought he was a fool. Such a person would die from his own stupidity sooner or later, and maybe not too far away.

This kind of catastrophic move, if you throw him out and face it yourself once, you will know to shut up.

If you don't know how to respect the strong, you won't live long.

"Let's clean up first. Treat the injured, collect the bodies of the deceased, and deal with them together. Then we can count the casualties."