106: Victory

After killing the Han martial artist with one blow, Yang Guo didn't dare to delay, while hugging Hong Lingbo, he hacked around in the crowd and started

Come on, his skills are profound, and under the blessing of innate qi, his whole body seems to have inexhaustible strength. Even though the black iron epee is extremely heavy, and his arms will inevitably become numb after swinging it too many times, his movements are still swift and fierce. , Hong Lingbo's lips were black and blue, but her spirit had already begun to trance.

If it is not treated in time, it will be difficult

There will be life-threatening.

However, the surrounding Mongolian brave ten flocked to Yang Guo one after another, making it difficult for him to be distracted to heal her.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. He had a very refined appearance, with a bookish look all over his body, but he was holding a machete with a tall head in his hand at this time, and the knife was covered with blood.

"Yang Shaoxia, this poor monk is here to help you!" He said Amitabha, and stopped in front of Yang Guo. He swung the machete to the left and broke, without any rules, but the strong wind of the dance made people dare not touch it. Sharp ears.

The person here is Jueyuan!

"Master, I didn't expect you to participate in this battle!" Yang Guo's face was overjoyed, even though Jue Yuan hadn't mastered the Nine Suns Divine Art at this moment, his internal strength was already good, even stronger than Abbot Tianming In other words, although he does not know martial arts, he has internal strength as a foundation, and when he wields a sword, he is also extremely powerful, and no one among the Mongolian warriors can resist him.

Jue Yuan said: "When Shaolin Temple is in crisis, poor monks must do their part even if they don't know martial arts."

There were three or four people hugging it. Yang Guo nodded and looked towards the forest on the left. There happened to be a big tree there.

At the root of the tree, there happened to be a tree hole half the height of a person.

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"Master Jueyuan, let's go to the tree hole and trouble you to protect the law for me!" He said without hesitation.

Jueyuan understood, brandished the machete to open the way, and after a while, the three of them arrived at the tree hole.

Yang Guo carried Hong Lingbo into the tree hole, while Jue Yuan stopped the surrounding Mongolian soldiers who were about to charge up three feet away from the tree hole.

There is an aura of being in charge of one man and one man in charge.

And inside the cave, Yang Guo leaned Hong Lingbo aside and said with his cheek, "Lingbo, wake up!"

At this moment, Hong Lingbo's face turned blue, it was obvious that she was deeply poisoned, she heard Yang Guo calling her in a daze, and wanted to speak, but she could only let out a powerless moan from her throat.

Seeing that she was in a critical situation, Yang Guo quickly stretched out his hand and pulled out the poison dart, a stream of black blood spurted out immediately.

com He frowned, disregarding any differences between men and women, and pulled away her clothes. Her skin was tender and extremely white, but the wound was black and purple. WAN showing a wound, around the wound

Although his zhenqi can detoxify, the poisonous blood still has to be discharged, he hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and touched her wound.

· Although Hong Lingbo's consciousness was blurred, she could still feel something vaguely. She suddenly felt that she was being touched, and her body couldn't help moving. She wanted to break free, but she felt weak and powerless.

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It took a while for Yang Guo to drain the poison, he has innate qi to protect his body, the poisonous blood can't hurt him to share, after doing all this, he put his palm on her abdomen, pouring a stream of pure innate qi into her body. Yang Qi was transported in, eliminating all the toxins that had been released into her body.

After about a stick of incense, Hong Lingbo's complexion gradually recovered, she frowned slightly, and opened her eyes to see Yang Guo.

"Master Yang..." She was in Yang Guo's arms at this moment, and the two were so close, the breath of each other passed to each other,

A strange emotion spread quietly. Hong Lingbo couldn't help lowering his head, his face turned red.

When Tong crossed the road to treat her, he didn't think much about it. She moved a little at this moment, but fortunately, the battlefield outside was chaotic at the moment, so he immediately came to his senses, pulled her up and said

Hong Lingbo was upright and composed, feeling uneasy, he heard Yang Guo's question, then he took two steps with Yang Guo's support, and found that his body was fine, he couldn't help being very surprised, he didn't expect Yang Guo to heal poison so well, he felt a pity in his heart Surprised and admired, he hurriedly said: "I'm fine, thank you uncle. Then

Yang Guo shook his head: "It's nothing, since you've recovered, let's go out quickly.

Hong Lingbo nodded, and slowly left Yang Guo's embrace, but he still felt a little bit reluctant.

When the two of them left the tree hole, Monk Jueyuan stopped fighting, looked back at the two of them, and said with a smile, "Young Xia Yang, is this heroine alright?"

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"Trouble master, I'm fine." Hong Lingbo returned the courtesy

Jueyuan nodded, looked at Yang Guo and said, "Yang Shaoxia, the Mongols are doomed, we have won this time!" He stretched out his hand

Pointing to the distance around him, he saw that Shaolin monks accounted for the vast majority of the people fighting, only a few Mongolian brave ten

Still struggling.

Seeing this, Yang Guo couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, He Jueyuan and Hong Lingbo quickly harvested the remaining ten Mongolian soldiers.

After a while, the sound of the surrounding battle has completely disappeared, and the ten Mongolian soldiers,

These one thousand Mongolian soldiers are enough to withstand tens of thousands of large sects

Shaolin disciples are determined to defend their homeland to the death. finally won

them!

At this moment, the surviving Shaolin disciples all burst into tears.

Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuse led the monks to Yang Guo, clasped his hands together, and said with emotion, "Amitabha, Shaoxia Yang, the battle is finally over!"

Yang Guo smiled and nodded (from Nuoma), "Yes, abbot, Shaolin has guarded its homeland.

"The whole Shaolin Temple should be grateful to Yang Shaoxia!" The abbot suddenly bowed to him and said solemnly: "If Yang Shaoxia hadn't made suggestions, set an example, and fought for my Shaolin disciples, Shaolin Temple would have been in danger this time. ."

All the disciples behind him also saluted together: "Thank you Young Master Yang for your help!

com Yang Guo helped the abbot up, and said to everyone, "You don't need to give such a big gift, I, Yang Guo, have a predestined relationship with the Shaolin Temple, so this battle should be done, and this matter was caused by me in the final analysis, so you don't need to add it! In fact, our last What should be done is to properly bury those warriors who gave their lives in this battle, they are all heroes!

When everyone heard the words, they were very sad for the dead brothers, and they all shouted: "Heroes! Heroes!