Chapter 318: Chickens and Dogs

"There are 70,000 soldiers and horses in the establishment of the slaves. We have just killed two battalions, two battalions each at the west and north mountain passes. Now here are 10,000 people, all of them are alive."

Ying Yi said calmly: "Yisheng, is the man wearing our army's armor the slave chief Dorgon?"

Wang Yisheng said: "When I return to the king, it will probably be this slave."

The words between the two were loud and clear, and Dorgon and others could hear them clearly from hundreds of steps away. But Dorgon did not respond, and only silently arranged his troops.

Ying Yi didn't move either, watching the Tatars form a formation without any action.

What kind of tricks do these local chickens have to deal with? How can they withstand a single blow? !

"Guard the mountain pass for me. Under the eyes of this king, no one of the Tatars can escape." Ying Yi lightly warned, lightly clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and rode out alone, holding a knife.

Wang Yisheng from behind: "Here!"

"It must be Dorgon. Earlier here, I taught the Tatars on the hillside to deliver a message to your slave, telling you to come and die. The slave has indeed come, okay."

Ying Yi rode towards Dorgon's battle formation, his voice like thunder, overwhelming the mountains and rivers ten miles away.

The simple knife in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, and a flash of rainbow light flowed, which was eye-catching.

It was clear that he was riding alone, but he was even more powerful, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. At this moment, it was like an extremely tall demon god was stepping forward. The pressure from a higher level of life was so overwhelming that tens of thousands of Tatars could not breathe, and even the men and horses were overwhelmed. One after another, they kept retreating!

A group of talented people and strangers have changed their colors a long time ago. How can these people be just some tyrannical people who deserve nothing? How can one resist a person who is as extraordinary as an immortal or a demon? !

The giant Haidongqing hovering in the sky allowed the shaman to blush and almost blow the silent piccolo. 7 did not dare to fall down, because a Haoyang was rising!

Absolute power, absolute suppression, as Ying Yi approaches, the Tatar army collapses without a fight!

In an uproar, tens of thousands of elite Tatar soldiers exploded, and the formation instantly collapsed. Countless Tatars jumped off their horses and ran in all directions. Some ran up the hillside, trying to escape over the mountain. Some of them ran towards Ying Yi in a daze, but before they could get close, they all fell down in front of them, their souls collapsed under the pressure, and they talked like crazy and became fools.

The war horse is prostrate, like a king approaching. I don’t know how many people were crushed to death and injured.

Lamas, monks and shamans surrounded Dorgon and other leaders of the Eight Banners. They watched Ying Yi approach with fear, but did not dare to move at all.

Ying Yi's power locked them, and the power from the soul suppressed their hearts. Just like ordinary people, when their lives are in danger, their hands and feet often disobey orders, and the same is true now.

The shirtless half of the leader, the Lama Yuanri Karmapa, has turned pale gold, and his skin is as stretched as a drum. On his red face, a pair of eyes almost burst out of their sockets, and his back is slightly curved, ready to break at any time.

Yuanming, an old monk with slender white eyebrows, had bright red blood drops hanging from his eyebrows. His lips were trembling and he couldn't even utter a Buddhist chant.

The remaining lamas, monks, and the weaker shamans were even more embarrassed, trembling like chaff and dripping with cold sweat.

Dorgon only felt a puff of cold air under the Tianling Cap, and his mind went blank. His throat seemed to be strangled by a big hand, and he couldn't breathe. His horse face was blood red from holding back. He opened his mouth wide and breathed hard, but it seemed that he was not breathing. Less than a breath of air!

As for Hauge and the others, it was even more unbearable. He had already peed all over the floor and was paralyzed.

Ying Yi raised his sword, and blood shot out, turning into a rising sun and exploding among the Tatars, killing and injuring a large area in an instant. The blood gang exploded and turned into sharp arrows, which were shot in all directions. Many Tatars fell down as they fled, and it was unknown how many were killed or injured.

With only one sword strike, Ying Yi ignored the fleeing Tatars and moved forward. In the distance behind them, three thousand personal guards had dispersed and were chasing and intercepting the remaining fleeing Tatars.

Ying Yi sat on horseback and looked down at the lama, monk, shaman, Dorgon and others. He glanced over each one, as if his heart was being grasped, with a look of extreme pain and fear on his face.

The leading lama struggled to resist, but he couldn't even move his fingers. The old monk Yuanming bowed his head in the morning, as if he was dead and had no interest in life.

"Where are you monks from?" Ying Yi spoke slowly, and the pressure of the divine soul that filled the air suddenly dissipated.

At this moment, Dharma King Yuanri and Monk Yuanming shouted violently, and they turned into afterimages. Two voices burst out in the air, and four hands, one on the left and one on the right, went straight to Ying Yi's head to say hello!

These two people are not ordinary people. They may not be as good as Zhang Tianshi, but they are not far behind. This move was like thunder, and it came in an instant.

Ying Yi raised his hand and held the sword across the sword, and his every move was like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any smoke or smoke. There was a sharp contrast with the two attackers. One was approaching the extreme, while the other was moving leisurely. Even ordinary people could see it clearly.

But it just blocked it.

There was just an explosion, and two pairs of four hands on both sides struck the wide blade of Pu Dao at the same time. The moment the air wave bloomed, there was a slight flash of rainbow light, and two figures flew out upside down, fell back to their original positions exactly, and threw themselves into the street in an upside-down posture.

Then I saw Ying Yi slashing vertically with his sword. The sword was like a breeze, and he was facing a gray air that merged with the night and shot quickly. With a pop, the gray air was cut and dissipated in the air.

Then they saw a skinny old shaman spitting out a mouthful of old blood on his back, and wisps of black shadows struggled and twisted out of his body, biting and scratching the old shaman's head until his head was bleeding, and he fell to the ground.

As silent as a cicada.

Before the momentary surprise could bloom, despair already filled my heart. Dorgon couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and fell down softly.

Ying Yi put away the knife and asked again: "Where did the monk come from?"

Old monk Yuanming struggled to sit up and shouted the Buddha's name: "Songshan Buddhist monk Yuanming has met King Xia."

"Songshan Buddhism." Ying Yi nodded lightly: "I remember, Songshan is in Henan, right? You bald men, why did you come here to the Tatars? On the orders of your Buddha?"

"Amitabha." A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Yuan Ming's mouth. Although Ying Yi didn't make a fatal move, the blood retaliated, which greatly damaged Yuan Ming's energy and energy. He shouted the Buddha's name and gasped: "It's just because of Xia The king is tyrannical and has to be like this.”

"Oh." Ying Yi nodded: "I heard that Songshan Buddhism is the largest landowner in Songshan area, with tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land. I think it was taken back when we cleaned up Henan last year? You monks don't claim to be monks. , don’t you like foreign things? I will take back the land and teach you to practice with concentration."

"Why does King Xia ask questions knowingly?" Monk Yuanming said: "For those who practice, Dharma, wealth and land are indispensable. All the medicines needed for the disciples' practice come from the fields. When King Xia collected the fields, he eliminated me. Taoism, how can a poor monk sit back and wait for death?"

Ying Yi asked: "I ordered the land to be taken back, and I also gave you practitioners a choice. As long as it is used by me and what is needed for practice, you don't need to worry about it. In this case, why do you, an old monk, still work with Tatars?" Are they linked together? Since the Wanli era, the Tatars have repeatedly invaded China, killing countless people, and plundering the people as slaves. Where is your Buddhist compassion?"

Yuan Ming said nothing.