Outside Xiangyang City, the fires of war raged, and the deafening sounds of battle shook the air.
Guo Jing moved like a god descended to earth, executing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. With every sweep of his arms, his palm force roared, kicking up violent gusts of wind that blasted Mongolian soldiers far back through the air, sending them crashing to the ground, unable to rise.
Yang Guo’s figure was like lightning as he flashed his long sword, its flashing brilliance weaving through the enemy ranks as though no one were there, leaving a trail of flying blood wherever he went.
Chapter 53