The mysterious power between heaven and earth was boiling, and the brilliance was pervasive, and the scorching pillar of light fell on Mo Xuan's body, making Mo Xuan's robe agitated, and he instantly had the demeanor of a great virtuous person. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hula ......"

Suddenly, the sound of turning pages sounded, and I saw that above Mo Xuan's head, there was a convergence of heaven and earth mysteries, forming an ancient book, and characters floated from all directions and were engraved on it.

Half an hour later, the book was completed, the sky thundered, and there was a vision of immortal music, and the mighty mystical power descended from heaven and earth, instilling Mo Xuan, and in an instant, Mo Xuan's cultivation skyrocketed, and he instantly stepped into the late stage of the Xuan Body Realm.

After the blessing of the Xuan Force was over, the ancient book fell, turned into a halo and enveloped Mo Xuan, and then dissipated, at the same time, Mo Xuan mastered a mysterious and mysterious power, which was the art of war!

"The art of war is perfect! Oh my God, I witnessed a great scene of the art of war!"

Everyone was shocked, including the enemy army, and this scene had not been seen for too long, too long, to be unbelievable.

The art of war is a great thing, only the great wisdom, words and deeds in line with the mystery of heaven and earth, will have the power of heaven and earth, and turn their words and deeds into the art of war, which will be passed down through the ages.

Nowadays, more than eighty percent of the art of war that circulates on the big 6 are born from heaven and earth, and less than two percent are left after the art of war is natural, which shows how difficult this achievement is.

Now, a hairy boy who is not known today has done what countless generals can't do, and it is not surprising that the name of Mo Xuan will resound among these dynasties in the future.

This situation made Peng Wushuang, who was going to cure Mo Xuan for a crime of disobedience, dumb, the art of war was natural, and on behalf of heaven and earth, he recognized Mo Xuan's military opinions, and he still wanted to punish crimes, wouldn't he disobey heaven and earth?

"Damn!"

Peng Wushuang was so angry that his liver hurt, a humble soldier in his eyes could get such an honor, he could already imagine that once the class master returned to the dynasty, Mo Xuan would become a good talent for everyone to compete for, and then he would be nothing.

Ye Qingxuan and the others looked at this scene in shock, at such a young age, they have achieved the natural art of war, and they have created an art of war by themselves, with such qualifications, the future is limitless!

And looking at the different scenery of heaven and earth, I am afraid that the power of the art of war that has just been formed is still very strong, but I don't know what kind of art of war it is!

These people are exquisite, and their attitude towards Mo Xuan changed instantly, and for a while, Peng Wushuang was a lot more distant from them, after all, they were not stupid, and at the moment, Mo Xuan's value was far greater than Peng Wushuang's.

You must know that the Daqian Dynasty has not produced a character who has achieved the natural art of war for 10,000 years.

After the art of war was completed, Mo Xuan gave all the soldiers a different feeling, and many soldiers who were hesitant before and still chose to be trapped all stood up at this moment, so far, all the soldiers of the entire army have abandoned Peng Wushuang as the commander and want to follow Mo Xuan to fight.

In the past, many soldiers followed him, moved by Mo Xuan's words, and infected by Mo Xuan's blood, but now, they believe that Mo Xuan is a natural good general, and they follow Mo Xuan with the mentality of following the leader.

The book of soldiers is natural, this is a thing that only great Tianjiao can do, the soldiers will not think so much, they believe in the recognition of heaven and earth, and trust Mo Xuan.

In the troubled times, a real general has the temperament of a leader himself, and his words and deeds can infect the people around him, and Mo Xuan obviously has this kind of contagion, even if he does not have a military book, there are still a large number of soldiers who follow him to fight.

Military orders can only gather one army, without much cohesion, only the appeal of the generals themselves can gather the hearts of the soldiers, unite the army up and down, and conquer everything.

Mo Xuan himself has never shown this kind of infectious power that he has, and he doesn't understand what it means, but someone understands, that is Xue Shihan.

When everyone focused on the glory of the art of war, only Xue Shihan noticed the contagion of Mo Xuan's mobilization of the army, which made her determined that if she could go back, she would definitely recommend Mo Xuan greatly.

The natural art of war only represents the ability to become a powerful monk, and the appeal is the criterion for judging whether or not you can become a great general, which is an important reason why Xue Shihan is ready to recommend.

No matter what they were thinking, it didn't help the current situation, and for Mo Xuan, due to his natural art of war, the next battle would be even more difficult.

The enemy army will never let such a genius as Mo Xuan go back!

"Boom ......"

After coming to his senses, the enemy general resolutely mobilized the army to attack, and decided that even if he suffered heavy losses, he would not leave a piece of armor behind, and he could not let the tiger return to the mountain.

Before, he still had the heart of killing and consuming, but now, he wanted to end everyone's lives immediately.

Just thinking about it, the generals trembled, and the killing intent in their hearts became stronger.

"Kill!"

"Our leader is a great sage recognized by heaven and earth, follow in his footsteps, and we will win!"

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The roar of the army of the Great Qian Dynasty shook the heavens and the earth, before they had no way to retreat, and decided to fight against the water, and now Mo Xuan made such a scene as the art of war, which boosted morale even more.

As the so-called one blow, all the soldiers broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, and they cut themselves off, that kind of brave posture is not something that can be made up for by experience, even if the opponents are veterans, they will not retreat in the same bloody battle.

"Poof......

The two torrent-like armies clashed on the other side of the source river, and in an instant, there was a pungent smell of blood, and the sword light and sword shadow were so tragic that they were in a mess.

One side has no way to retreat, desperate to kill out, and if he can't get out, he will die, and the other side wants to strangle such a genius as Mo Xuan, and do not allow another king to appear in the enemy dynasty.

Both sides have clear goals, so the battle is very close.

As a monk, Mo Xuan is naturally invincible among ordinary armies, but he understands that it is useless to kill as many as he wants, as the so-called capture of the thief and capture the king first, to break the predicament, killing the enemy general is the way out.

Mo Xuan's eyes were like knives, and he locked on to the general in the center of the enemy army among thousands of people, and it was he who lured Peng Wushuang here step by step, wanting to trap and kill everyone.

Mo Xuan couldn't judge this person's realm, but with his status as a general, it was estimated that he should be a figure in the soul realm, and Mo Xuan couldn't guess which small level it was.

In the late stage of the Xuan Body duel against the Soul Spirit Realm, Mo Xuan was not half sure, but he had no choice, counting on Peng Wushuang to make a move?

"Rumbling ......"

Mo Xuan carried a gun, showed "light as a swallow", shuttled between the enemy troops, and the ten thousand troops directly took the enemy general level from it.

"Tell me your name, so I can see what kind of talent I have strangled!" the enemy general was burly and hideous, and the scar on his face was as terrifying as a centipede.

"Dead people don't need to know who I am!" Mo Xuan said lightly, and stabbed out with a spear in front and back.

The dust was flying all around, and the shadow of the spear was like a dragon, so sharp that it was unimaginable, and in an instant, it burst from the misty dust, and a little cold shone in all directions.

"Boom!"

The ground was blasted by the mysterious force, and the general swept out with a machete beside him, and the blade collided with the tip of the spear, causing Mo Xuan's spear to be blocked, and the body of the spear was bent, as if it was about to break.

During the fight, Mo Xuan's strength was obviously stronger than his own, I am afraid that as he expected, he was really a character of the Soul Realm, but it was only the early stage.

Even if it's only the early stage, after all, it is too unwise to break through the Xuantian realm and fight hard with him.

Thinking of this, Mo Xuan's gun shadow changed, and suddenly changed from violent like a dragon to treacherous like a snake, the tip of the gun slid down slippery, avoiding the blade, and then picked it aside.

"Bang!"

The general's big knife twisted, aimed at the head of the spear and cut it off, to cut off the head of the spear, but Mo Xuan cleverly collected the gun, and then put his arms on the entire body of the gun, his body collapsed, he turned around, opened the distance and slapped the gun out again.

Back to the carbine!

The shadow of the gun is like electricity, and when a shot comes out, the dust follows like a shadow, like an earth dragon rising from the ground, majestic and magnificent.

"Dangdang ......"

The general was not in a hurry, drew his knife and slashed, the blade was so fast that only the phantom remained, forming layers of defense, no matter how fast Mo Xuan's gun shadow could not be broken, only a crisp collision sound and dazzling sparks.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan's eyes were misty, his dantian Xuan power surged, and his eyes were fixed on the general.

Art...... Nan Ke is a dream!

The power of the mysterious dream came, and in the eyes of that general, Mo Xuan's eyes suddenly enlarged infinitely, like two stars, making him afraid, timid, and wanting to surrender.

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, suddenly, sharp pain surged, the general suddenly woke up, and at first glance, he was shocked, only to see that after being affected by the dream, his movements were slow, his defense was broken, and his chest was already pierced.

The wound is just a finger from the heart!

The general broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly took half a step back, gritted his teeth, and his muscles were bruised.

Mo Xuan shook his head lightly, with a look of pity.

He unexpectedly used the power of the art of war, just to kill with one blow, but he still underestimated the monks of the soul realm, the time for the power of the art of war to work was too short, and the other party woke up too quickly!

The Xuan Body Realm is self-cultivation, and the Soul Realm is the soul cultivation.

With Mo Xuan's realm, it is too difficult to trap the other party with a dream, the opponent's soul is strong, and he has been tempered by Xuan Li, so it is not so easy to sink.

"Good boy, there is such a strange art of war, don't worry, now your trick won't work for me!" the general said coldly, his body squirmed, stopped the blood from the wound and pounced again.

The sword wind was majestic, the momentum was furious, like a giant rhino rushing towards it, and the terrifying oppressive force made Mo Xuan collapse all over, and he was actually forced to take a step back.

The general was injured by a small soldier, and he was completely furious, and at this moment, he crushed Mo Xuan with his realm advantage.

"Boom ......"

Mo Xuan's robe was shattered, and "Nan Ke Yimeng" moved again, but it didn't work, the other party's soul consciousness was protected by a mysterious force, and he couldn't break through the defense.

"I said, it doesn't work anymore!"

The general sneered, his huge body approached, and the evil wind gusted, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Mo Xuan's face sank, but he didn't make a sound, but his eyes flashed, and at the moment, the mysterious power in his body was running, ready to sacrifice his third art of war!

This art of war is natural and unique!

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, a shadow broke through the air, the guqin vibrate, the sound of the qin reverberated between the fluctuations of the strings, and the power of the war song descended, turning into a barrier to protect Xiang Moxuan.

Come, white dress plus body, light gauze to cover cheeks, a pair of beautiful eyes as pure as the moon!