"Shi Zhixuan assassinated and played with flowers!"

In the darkness, the five people who witnessed the whole process of the night attack exclaimed.

They watched from the sidelines before, and they also thought that Huang Shang was killing the Turkic Khan leader, constantly trying his sword, constantly becoming stronger, and when he accumulated the sword momentum to the extreme, he would have a vigorous battle with Hezhe.

But now that I think about it, Huang is still saving, and He Zhe is also brewing.

Although the two are one bright and one dark, if they are on the same starting line, there is no doubt about the outcome.

You can refer to the original plot to jump around Ba Fenghan, who was beaten out by Bi Xuan, and then learned the Dafa of changing the day by hanging up, and he can still only survive Bi Xuan's ten moves with all his strength, and the gap is still very obvious, the gap between the grandmaster and the great grandmaster before is definitely not a simple one or two moves that can make up for it.

No matter how strong Huang Shang's sting becomes, he can at most fight with He Zhe, let alone defeat, and he can't hold out in a hundred moves.

But now, the Khan of the Wooden Pole helped him "defeat" Hezhe.

This khan of the Turkic Empire, for the sake of the overall situation, directly intervened in this peak duel and drove out the enemy.

Huang Shangshi Shiran left, giving He Zhe a back that he couldn't catch up.

Even if this Thunderbolt knew that the Khan of the Wooden Pole might have fallen into the enemy's plan and fallen into the trap, the distrust of him was unmistakable.

"National Teacher!"

When Hezhe returned, the wooden pole Khan took the initiative to greet him, and just as he was about to say something, Hezhe had already passed by him.

The Khan pursed his lips.

He knew that an irreparable rift had been born between the two.

But he doesn't regret it.

His age is not young, and for the grassland people who began to lick blood from the knife edge in their teens, they feel a little powerless.

In these years, he conquered the east and west, expanded the territory of the Turks, and made him the king who ruled the most extensive territory under the blue sky, the only regret is that those places are big, but the land is vast and sparsely populated, far less prosperous and rich than the Central Plains.

When he could still leap on the horse, he wanted to enter the Central Plains and make up for the regrets in his life.

At worst, a gap will be opened so that the next khan of the empire can continue to go deeper.

Therefore, this battle is crucial and cannot be lost.

There was no turning back from the bow, and the wooden pole Khan knew that he had made a cruel choice in terms of the glory of the empire and the warrior.

Fortunately, he also knows Hezhe, who has tried his best to assist since his father, and it can be said that he single-handedly contributed to the establishment of the Turkic Empire, and there will be anger and anger in his heart, but the overall situation is important, and Hezhe will definitely not tear his face with himself, so that his relatives and enemies will be happy.

It's just that the wooden pole Khan ignored a point.

If there's a next challenge, what?

"Crazy Thunder Hezhe, come out and lead the death!"

On the second night when the battle was interrupted, the familiar howl once again alarmed half of the battalion, and the Khan of the Wooden Pole rose to his feet, his face changed miserably.

In a flash of lightning, he made a decision, gritted his teeth and said, "The wolf guard is attacking!" ”

It's forced helplessness.

He has already stopped it once, and there is a rift with Hezhe, if he doesn't continue to carry it out, wouldn't the previous offense be in vain?

Modern people know the "sunk cost", but they still invest in it again and again like a gambler, and it is difficult to give up, and the wooden pole Khan is difficult to avoid vulgarity after all.

However, he can become the master of the Turkic Zhongxing, which is also extraordinary, and when Ling Wolf Wei sabotaged the battle for the second time, he also thought about countermeasures in his mind and began to wait.

Sure enough, soon the wind blew violently, and the huge Golden Wolf King's tent actually shook the whole house, as if there was lightning and thunder outside, and the storm was raging, but when the curtain was opened, only one person was standing.

Like a volcanic eruption, "Wild Thunder" Hezhe.

The wooden pole Khan secretly swallowed his saliva, but he didn't panic, and just looked at Hezhe.

The two looked at each other, Hezhe's eyes were thunderous, the original old face became as powerful as a god, and the incomparably violent aura made the surrounding guards tremble, and they wanted to bow down, and they were even more afraid of the backbone of the Turks, so they pulled out the scimitar on their waists and aimed it at their great sweat.

If that scene does break out, they don't even know who to help......

Hezhe didn't do that, and after staring for a moment, he said, "Since the Great Khan doesn't believe me, then I'll leave!" ”

The tone is not a consultation, but a decision.

So saying, he turned and walked away, leaving the king's tent without looking back, and went far away, where he soon disappeared without a trace.

The wooden pole Khan slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he was ten years old.

"Sleep!"

He lay down, and not long after he let out a slight snoring sound.

The guards stood silently on both sides, guarding every position, and they didn't dare to rest, staring and waiting, but subconsciously in their hearts, they had relaxed.

After all, that terrible Central Plains assassin, after failing to challenge the national teacher, had already left, so naturally he would not come to assassinate their Great Khan again.

Indeed, for two consecutive nights, there was no bloodshed.

When the camp saw wrestling clashes between tribal warriors everywhere, it seemed to return to its former peace and tranquility.

Until the third night.

In the tent of the Golden Wolf King, in a state of continuous tension, the guards who had been relaxed to the extreme began to fall asleep, and a figure suddenly flashed in and walked towards the wooden pole khan.

Swish!

But as soon as he stepped into the king's tent, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously looked up.

I saw that the top of the king's tent was directly torn, and the night sky changed with it, and a thick dark cloud blocked the stars, accompanied by a thunderclap, purple thunder and blazing lightning, as if falling from the nine heavens.

It's a knife!

Five more hits!

Thunder knife nine style - five thunders in the sky!

In the whole world, the only sword technique that can send out such a powerful and domineering, like the birth of the thunder god, is only "Wild Thunder" Hezhe!

He didn't look away, but stayed in the shadows, protecting the Khan of the Wooden Pole, setting a trap and waiting for the elusive Assassin to appear.

"I'm just here to deliver a letter, and you're really beating me!"

But the comer muttered, raised his hand to block, and collided head-on with Hezhe's scimitar, making a sound like a loud bell, and the whole person rolled out.

But after he hit the ground, the next moment he bounced up, vomited blood, and shook his head without any trouble, revealing a very naïve face.

At this time, the lights in the king's tent were brightly lit, and under the protection of hundreds of personal guards, the wooden pole Khan appeared, how could he be a little slack, carefully examined the comer, and showed a look of surprise and anger: "Who are you?" ”

The beard was flying, so powerful that he fell like a giant in the air, his body flashed with a little purple thunder and lightning, and his eyes were also stunned: "Who are you?" ”

"What the hell are you talking about!"

The Cannon King couldn't understand Turkic and didn't bring a translator, so he took out a letter directly: "Give!" Go find someone who can read and write, a group of Zhangyu, hey! ”

Both the wooden pole Khan and the wild Lei Hezhe could understand Chinese and Chinese characters, and when they took it, they couldn't help but change their faces.

There are two lines of big characters on it, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

"The Khan is playing, the national teacher abides, and it is hard work."

"Tomorrow at noon, before the Yanmen Gate, there will be three thunderstorms."

A real war book!

This war letter is also like a slap in the face.

Wooden Pole Khan's chest heaved and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Playing with the Central Plains people, you barbarians are too different.

Annoyed and angry, he pointed at the Cannon King and roared, "Take him down!" ”

But at this time, the little princess's milky white teleportation light had already spread all over the Gun King's body.

He made an unusually arrogant pose, crossed his hands on his hips, pushed his lower body, and then disappeared.

Only the extremely depressing atmosphere was left behind.

Hezhe was silent for a moment, put his knife into the sheath, looked at the wooden pole Khan, and his eyes shot a deep and boundless essence: "Will the Great Khan stop it this time?" ”

Seeing that he was moving leisurely, the great grandmaster demeanor of the soldier who surrendered without a fight was still fully revealed, and his self-confidence returned inexplicably, and he was ashamed of his previous vacillation: "National teacher, I was wrong." ”

"It's all right, I'll bring back the man's head with a heart of leniency."

He Zhe bowed slightly, turned around and walked out, returning to the tent, but he pulled out the scimitar at his waist, looked at the faint gap on it, and frowned.

Day 2.

The wooden pole Khan specially sent three hundred wolf guards to follow Hezhe all the way to Yanmen Pass.

It was not an escort, but the most basic pomp of the national teacher, and he did not risk his life, waiting for the news of triumph in the camp.

As early as a few days ago, Hu Luguang and Hu Luxian, who received the news in Jinyang City, also led 5,000 elites to Yanmen Pass after discussion.

When they arrived at almost the same time, they saw a knife and a sword stuck diagonally in an open space in front of the pass.

Whether it was He Zhe or Hu Luguang, they all recognized it for the first time, and that knife was a mad knife.

Yili's famous saber outside the fortress has been crisscrossing the grassland for 30 years.

Hu Luguang knew that Yili was killed by Huang Shang, but he didn't feel anything, but He Zhe's gaze was even more condensed, but it fell on the purple long sword again, and his expression was slightly weird.

The next moment the answer was revealed.

"Don't guess, this sword is indeed from your Thunder Knife, and it is the trophy that I reforged after I slashed the Crazy Sword Yili."

"Now it's called the Purple Thunder Sword."

When Huang Shang compassionately explained the ins and outs, the Turkic warriors accompanying him were all furious, and Hezhe's gaze suddenly fell without blinking.

The two sides exchanged several backs and turns, and it was the first time they had met, and when He Zhe saw that excessively young face, he couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately surged with irrepressible murderous intent.

Too young!

It's not enough to be young enough to coerce a lifetime!

It can coerce two eras!

He is nearly 100 years old, not far from the limit, the mad knife Yili who was originally going to cultivate obviously encountered an accident, nine times out of ten he died at the hands of this person, after he goes, who on the prairie can resist this young man?

But in the face of his eyes that were so vicious that they seemed to be roaring in the sky and everything was discolored, Huang Shang was unhurried and walked forward with a peculiar charm.

It's just walking, but the two sides who are watching, regardless of their strength, have a strange feeling, and there seems to be an invisible connection between the two, and even a little thumb will affect the development of the battle.

And as Huang Shang approached, Hezhe's original natural momentum was being torn apart until Huang Shang stopped in front of the sword.

The two sides were far apart, and the distance between them was shortened to thirty zhang.

This distance is amazing.

It is the extreme distance that the Great Grandmaster can affect under the full force of the explosion.

Huang Shangshi held the Purple Thunder Sword and said:

"I've admired the name for a long time, Turkic national teacher!"

"Long story short, I'm limited to ten moves, and within ten moves, if I can't destroy your knife, I'll lose!"

"Hezhe, do you dare to respond?"