Chapter 315 Monk, Lama and Shaman

Three thousand pairs of fanatical eyes looked at Ying Yi's tall back, bursting out with the purest reverence. With just one blow, a thousand Tatar knights were killed. The Gangqi manifested by Qi and blood, that unparalleled and indestructible power, was like the rising Haoyang, irresistible.

Ying Yi nodded slightly, very satisfied with his sword. Having great power can make you invincible, but being able to perfectly control this power is the best among heroes.

Ying Yi is a hero, his character is less cunning and more strong-willed. But what all heroes have in common is that they control everything and cannot tolerate being out of control.

Whether it's the political situation, the military, or the enemy. More importantly, it is yourself. If a person can't even control himself, how can he control others?

He possesses unparalleled power, but he has never stopped studying to explore and control this power.

The compilation of martial arts is such a process.

In previous encounters with enemies, Ying Yi often split the air with force, causing huge air waves to vibrate, thereby achieving the purpose of killing the enemy. Its momentum is huge and its lethality cannot be underestimated, but it is subtle.

Now the smoke of fireworks gradually subsides, and the subtle details are gradually revealed.

From the beginning of compiling martial arts scriptures in Henan, he occupied the capital and destroyed the Ming Dynasty. While Ying Yi took control of the situation, he also had some free time.

In the arsenal of the Ming Dynasty, many things left by his ancestors gave him great inspiration.

For thousands of years in the Xia Dynasty, wars never stopped with the changes of dynasties. And war is the soil of martial arts. Among them, there are many methods that have been painstakingly studied to enhance the lethality.

The Ming court collected many items in its arsenal. There are skills for killing on the battlefield, using the smallest amount of force to achieve maximum lethality; there are ways to temper the body to strengthen the blood and strengthen the flesh and blood. In addition, there are some methods of monks from outside the country. Although many of them are incomplete, they also gave Ying Yi a lot of inspiration.

With a strong foundation and unparalleled spiritual power, Ying Yi gradually grasped the subtleties of his own power.

In this way, the blood is refined into a gang, and the energy and blood are condensed and manifested outside, allowing the power of the human body to reach a new level in terms of cohesion and lethality.

Once the blood gang can be manifested, it will have huge lethality and extremely subtle killing skills, and will make one's flesh and blood body reach a higher level, becoming stronger and more energetic.

After all, in order to condense blood energy, the most basic requirement is to have a subtle grasp of the power of one's own energy and blood. Therefore, the condensed blood gang has extremely subtle operability.

Just like Ying Yi's sword strike just now, he shot out with one strike and exploded first, causing area-wide damage. However, it did not dissipate after the explosion. Instead, it was broken into pieces. Like a living creature, he killed the remaining Tatars in the blink of an eye. Empty.

"If you have a strong body and strong Qi and blood, you can refine the blood into Gang."

Ying Yi Shi Ran said to Wang Yisheng on the side: "Yisheng's body has reached the preliminary level of refining Gang, but his soul is still a little bit behind. To grasp the subtleties of Qi and blood, a strong soul is indispensable."

Wang Yisheng nodded: "Your Majesty's Blood Gang is indeed a bit exaggerated. It is really like an immortal magic and is dazzling."

Ying Yi smiled and shook his head: "Qi and blood are your own, they are real things, they are not elusive."

Then he said: "The method of condensing the blood is in the second volume of the Martial Arts. Those who have made great achievements after this battle will be appreciated."

These few sentences are actually only a moment's work.

Ying Yi glanced at the Tatars who were all dead in front of him, and raised his voice: "Why are the slaves so violent? They are just native chickens and tile ditches. Ask Dorgon to lead the whole clan to come to my king to receive death."

It was already silent.

Ying Yi's sword not only made his soldiers crazy, but also shocked the hearts of the Tartars. The dream-like Haoyang and the fairy-like Blood Gang made the Tatars on the hillsides on both sides tremble with fear.

There was a roar, and Ying Yi raised his head and heard the sound of artillery. Suddenly, twenty or thirty artillery pieces flew from the hillside on one side.

Ying Yi was speechless, and rolled his knife across. The light red blood swallowed up the cannon in mid-air, and only scattered a cloud of iron ash.

"Leave the one on the right to you." Ying Yi said to Wang Yisheng, "Give the one on the left to me."

Ying Yi shook the reins, the horse snorted and walked slowly towards the hillside on the left. Wang Yisheng responded and said: "Commanders and soldiers, listen to the order, on the hillside on the right, kill any but not capture! Kill!"

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When the sound of gunfire shook the sky, Dorgon suddenly got up from the bed and almost rolled off the edge of the bed: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"

When he was busy, soldiers pushed open the door and entered.

"Quick, go and see what happened! Come and repay me as soon as possible!"

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Dorgon hurriedly put on his armor under the service of his attendants, hurried out, and shouted: "Quickly assemble the troops."

Then he said: "Go and invite the Great Shaman, Dharma King Yuanri and Master Yuanming to come and see me!"

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Not long after, seven or eight skinny shamans, more than a dozen shirtless lamas, and twenty or thirty bald monks arrived.

Dorgon didn't say much, and said directly: "You must have heard the sound of the cannons, and the Xia thieves may have launched a decisive battle. This is about the fate of the country, and I sincerely ask all the mages to help!"

The shaman himself said that as the Jurchen's own transcendent existence, he and the Jurchen both prospered and suffered losses. Lamas are all thinking about it.

However, the leading monk stood up directly.

This monk is obviously old, but his face is like that of a child. Especially a pair of snow-white eyebrows, hanging down from the corners of the eyes, three inches long!

"Songshan Buddhist School is willing to serve the regent!"

Dorgon was overjoyed: "Master Yuanming understands the great righteousness. I will thank you here in advance."

"As it should be." Master Yuanming shouted the Buddha's name and said: "Xia King Ying Yi was violent, seizing the ancestral property of the family, and demanding the Dharma by force, just like a robber. Unless these thieves die, the lineage will be difficult to continue."

Dorgon smiled and said: "But the Xia thief, I promise to give Songshan and the master a gift, and increase the farmland by 100,000 hectares!"

"Amitabha." Master Yuanming lowered his eyes and stepped back.

Dorgon then said to the cassock-clad lama: "Why didn't the Dharma King say anything? Until now, you and I are like grasshoppers on a rope. Even Songshan Buddhism is like this. Could it be that the Dharma King thought that the summer thieves would be high? Take a look at Tibetan Buddhism?"

Dharma King Yuanri sighed slightly: "That's all."

Dorgon suddenly beamed with joy.

At this time, soldiers finally came to report: "The enemy is surrounded on three sides, and the mountain passes in the west and north are already in flames!"

Dorgon's heart changed when he heard this, and asked: "Do you know how many troops the Xia thieves sent?"

He replied: "Both the west and north mountain passes are less than ten thousand."

"Less than tens of thousands..." Dorgon had a change of thought: "What about the east mountain pass?"

"No news yet."

"Explore again."

After the messenger left, Dorgon gritted his teeth and said: "The Xia thieves are indeed vicious. They actually crossed the line of shadow and attacked our Sanshan camp directly."

How could Dorgon not know Ying Yi’s purpose? Instead of attacking the four strongholds on the front line behind the shadow barrier, we directly crossed over and attacked the three mountain camps, aiming directly at the Jurchen headquarters. This is a 'heart attack' strategy! The attack is on the heart and the vital points!

But this is too courageous!