Time was ignorant, no one could calculate how long it had passed, accompanied by a sound like thunder on dry land, and suddenly, the sky was clear and the clouds were light.

Mo Fei and Bi Xuan separated.

I saw Mo Fei standing on the city wall, there were a lot of blood holes on his body, and blood was bubbling out, and at the position of his chest, a moon wolf spear directly pierced his chest, and the tip of the spear protruded from his back.

Looking at Bi Xuan again, he landed under the city wall, maintaining the posture of holding his war spear high and stabbing upward, and on his perfect physique, he exuded a blazing aura like the scorching sun, which seemed to be like a statue of the god of war.

"Is this Mr. Bi Xuansheng?" Bai Qing'er's heart trembled.

Anyone who sees the situation in front of him is afraid that he will think that Bi Xuansheng is victorious, and Mo Fei is defeated.

Because Mo Fei's chest was pierced, he couldn't survive no matter how he looked at it, while Bi Xuan's body was neat and tidy, and there were almost no scars.

Judgment from above.

On the Turkic side, the men and horses all cheered loudly, wishing their guardian god Wuzun Bi Xuan another victory over an enemy.

In Li Jing's 100,000 Jingling army, it was like a mourning, and the morale plummeted.

Even with Li Jing's wisdom, he couldn't help but be in a trance, and he couldn't believe that his master had lost.

"Nope! That bastard won, Bi Xuan lost! Zhu Yuyan shook her head and said.

The next moment.

In front of everyone's eyes, Mo Fei held the knife in his left hand, directly stretched out his right hand, held Bi Xuan's Moon Wolf Spear, and slowly pulled the Moon Wolf Spear out of his chest.

"Wow!"

Blood like a fountain pumped out of Mo Fei's chest, and for a moment his blood flowed like a river, rushing endlessly.

Then, under the incredible gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, the fist-sized wound on Mo Fei's chest healed immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths, the injuries on his front and back were completely healed, if it weren't for the damage to his clothes, no matter what, he couldn't believe that his chest was pierced by someone.

As for the other large and small injuries on his body, not to mention, they have long been healed.

"You, good!"

Bi Xuan looked at Mo Fei and opened his mouth in a flat tone.

"You're not bad, you have a chance, and you can fight again in the next life." Mo Fei said lightly.

As Mo Fei's words fell, Bi Xuan's neck, around a circle, there were black and purple fireworks permeating out.

Mo Fei's Tang knife, when it was staggered, had already cut off Bi Xuan's head.

It's just that Bi Xuan's skills are profound, and Mo Fei also left the last bit of dignity for this enemy, so he didn't let him die on the spot, but left a last word.

Relying on his own incomparably profound skills, after praising Mo Fei, Bi Xuan completely lost his vitality.

The black and purple flame contained in Bi Xuan's body burst open at once, circling around his neck, like a scarab beetle, spreading in all directions, devouring his flesh, bones, and even everything.

In the eyes of everyone, in just a moment, Bi Xuan's corpse was devoured and turned into a little bit of flying ash.

Under the ripple of the breeze, they drifted into the army formation of the Turks.

Suddenly, there were bursts of low sobs from the Turkic army array.

In the minds of the Turks, Wuzun Bi Xuan is like a real god, even a Turkic king like Shibi Khan is far from it.

So when Bi Xuan died, the Turks felt like the sky had fallen.

On the contrary, the military formation of the Jingling army was full of cheers, and the morale was greatly boosted.

Mo Fei stood at the head of the city and took the robe that Zhu Yuyan had put on him, blocking his already tattered clothes.

Facing the Turkic mourning military formation, Mo Fei felt a slight understanding.

The Turks are fortunate and unfortunate to have people like Bi Xuan.

He devoted his whole life to the Turks, hoping that the Turks would be strong and long-lasting, and he was devoted to the Turks.

But Bi Xuan didn't know that his existence was an obstacle to the Turks.

His prestige is too long, and he has surpassed the king of the Turks, even if he has maintained enough respect for Shibi and others, he can't avoid the division of Turkic power because of him.

Perhaps without him, the Turks would not necessarily be able to appear as unified as Temujin, but with him, it would certainly not be possible for the Turks to give birth to a king like that.

Wuzun Bi Xuan died, and the Turkic morale was low, Li Jing certainly would not choose to let go of this good opportunity, and immediately assigned the absolute elite to rush out of the city to cover the Turkic army and look for fighters.

In ancient wars, morale was low and it was easy to fall apart.

In the Battle of Weishui, Fu Jian's 870,000 former Qin army was defeated by the 80,000 army of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The 870,000 troops of the former Qin were ten times larger than those of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but the assembled troops stretched for hundreds of miles, and the former army reached the main battlefield in Weishui, and the other troops were still dozens of miles away. The Eastern Jin Dynasty waited for work, while the former Qin Dynasty traveled for hundreds of miles and was exhausted. When the news of the defeat at the front came, the hundreds of thousands of troops still on the road scattered into birds and beasts. Not even a tenth of the soldiers who have actually fought the enemy have been.

Li Jing wanted to try if he could replicate the miracle of the Battle of Weishui in the past.

Mo Fei didn't care about the war between Li Jing and Shi Bi anymore, but stood where he was, thinking about something.

"What are you thinking?" Zhu Yuyan asked curiously.

"I'm wondering, do I need to go to Goryeo right now?" Mo Fei frowned.

"To Goryeo? Why? Yijian master Fu Cailin? Zhu Yuyan asked.

"Yes and no...... This question is very complicated......" Mo Fei was silent for a moment, looked at Zhu Yuyan, and said, "You stay in the Central Plains, taking care of Li Jing, Shen Luoyan, Kou Zhong and others, I'm afraid I really have to go to Goryeo." ”

Mo Fei thought about it carefully, although this world is a little weird, it shouldn't go beyond a certain range, otherwise the moment he just entered, I am afraid that a thunderstorm would fall and turn him into ashes.

However, Wuzun Bi Xuan's cultivation suddenly went up a small step, and this kind of thing has to be guarded against.

What if the cultivation of Yijian Master Fu Cailin suddenly rises two steps? Suddenly entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man?

Na Mo Fei was very sure that he couldn't bear it at all, so he had to hide from this world and stay safe.

So Mo Fei now wants to go to Goryeo to confirm Fu Cailin's current situation, if he is confirmed that he can't be beaten, then run away immediately, if he can still fight, then eradicate the hidden danger of Fu Cailin.

Even if there is some kind of indescribable and indescribable existence that can help people improve their cultivation, then they must still abide by the law of conservation of energy, otherwise if Wuzun Bi Xuan is directly promoted to the realm of the Great Sanhe, then does he still have a chance to win?

Without the two carriers of Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin, even if the world is targeting him, I am afraid there will be no chance to make another move.

……

Three days later, Goryeo, a purple and red courtyard.

Sandalwood burned in the courtyard, and a deep fragrance came from it.

Murphy floated in mid-air, looking at the man sitting in the middle of the courtyard.

This is a very ugly man!

There was an unusually narrow face, all of which were flaws that no one wanted to have, more like a crowd in a heap, which made his forehead appear particularly high, his chin was slender and a little cumbersome, and the bridge of his nose was bent and folded but disproportionately high, making his eyes and mouth even more small in comparison.

But maybe it's too ugly, but it's in the realm where things must be reversed, and it even gives people the feeling that he actually looks good.

"The distinguished guest is coming, Fu Cailin is not welcome!"

Fu Cailin looked at Mo Fei, raised the wine glass in his hand, and toasted a glass, his eyes were as mysterious as stars, profound, and unpredictable.

Fu Cailin, the culmination of martial arts concentration in the soil, the Western Regions and Goryeo, came out of the cardinal, so he can be called the three great masters of the world together with the "Wuzun" Bi Xuan, who dominates the Western Regions, and the first Taoist master "Sanren" Ning Daoqi in Middle Earth.

He said, "All supernatural powers are self-sufficient", which means that everyone has a deep treasure trove, infinite potential, but is blinded by various attachments.

He repeatedly led the rebel army to resist the invasion of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, and thus became a national hero of Goryeo.

But his hero, my enemy......

"Fu Cailin, I'll send you on your way." Mo Fei showed the most innocent smile on his face, and his right hand grabbed the handle of the knife, and a cold air came from the knife.

"Oh?" Fu Cailin seemed a little surprised, and asked, "Why is this?" Fu doesn't seem to know you? ”

"Because you're in my way!" Murphy said lightly in a calm tone without any mood fluctuations.

"If Fu didn't guess wrong, Your Excellency should be the one who killed Ning Daoqi and Bi Xuan in the Central Plains? In this way, Fu is indeed in your way. ”

"Not only that, but also because of your inexplicable increase in cultivation."

Murphy was a little glad he had arrived early.

Sure enough, as he expected, Fu Cailin's cultivation also began to grow at an abnormal rate, and now it is not weaker than Wuzun Bi Xuan, who fought with him, and is even stronger.

If it is in a few months, I am afraid that Fu Cailin will be enough to beat him.

Hearing what Mo Fei said, Fu Cailin's body shook, and when he looked at Mo Fei's gaze, it was a little mysterious.

Without waiting for Fu Cailin to ask about his doubts, Mo Fei directly moved.

The villain died of talking too much, and Mo Fei still understands this truth.

When Mo Fei made his move, a long sword also appeared in Fu Cailin's hand.

Fu Cailin's eyes were shining, the long sword was unsheathed, his steps were wrong, he shrunk into inches, and he swept more than ten zhang away in an instant, and Mo Fei was close, and the long sword swung out a starry sword light, stabbing at Mo Fei like a meteor shower!

Swordsmanship!

Fight the sword with people, fight the enemy with the sword!

Fu Cailin's creation of a transcendent stunt that integrates chess theory into swordsmanship. Yi swordsmanship pays attention to the anticipation of the enemy's first, and the prerequisite is to master the opponent's martial arts with a clever eye, find out the opponent's foundation, so as to make a judgment, and seal the opponent's back one step first, so as to be able to control the enemy. Just like when playing chess, you must first understand the eternal and unchanging laws of the chessboard, so that you can always take the initiative.

Yi swordsmanship is a kind of sensual martial arts, and its subtlety lies in the combination of the feeling of the whole heart and soul with the sword, the external feeling is empty, and the feeling of the heart is real. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with the mentality of a spectator.

……

When Mo Fei returned from Goryeo, he was already a badly injured body, and even with his immortal body, he had to recuperate for more than ten days before he recovered.

During the period when Mo Fei came and went from Goryeo to recuperate, the decisive battle between the Central Plains and the Turks had reached a white-hot moment.

Nearly 200,000 elite cavalry in the hands of the Turkic Shibi Khan, 100,000 elite cavalry in Jieli, and 100,000 elite cavalry in Turki, the three parties converged, and the number of troops that could be controlled in his hands reached 400,000.

Li Jing of the Central Plains had 100,000 Jingling troops in his hands, Shen Luoyan had 150,000 Xiaoguo troops, and then there were 100,000 soldiers led by Song Que to the north.

It seems that Li Jing's side is in a weak position, and there are 50,000 troops on the Turkic side, but Li Jing and his hands have 40,000 new-style troops with flintlock muskets, which is not comparable to ordinary soldiers, and it is not an exaggeration to take one as ten.

Moreover, Li Jing, Shen Luoyan, and Song Que are all handsome talents who are amazing in the world, Shibi, Jieli, and Tuli, the three people who are hairy and horned, and Ru Mao drinks blood, do they have the qualifications to compete with them when they are almost in force?

The 400,000 Turkic troops, under the command of Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of the Central Plains, suffered heavy losses, but they were only half a month, and at least 150,000 troops were damaged, and they were still in the stage of losing and retreating.

After that, the Turks lost more than 200,000 soldiers, and as a last resort, the three of them surrendered.

Subsequently, under the explicit instructions of Murphy...... Li Jing killed all the Turkic soldiers who surrendered.

Bai Qing'er was combing Mo Fei's hair with a comb, very carefully, very seriously, and her movements were gentle and careful, as if she was treating some kind of artwork.

"Qing'er, have you started the Nine Xuan Dafa?" Murphy asked lazily.

Nine Xuan Dafa, Fu Cailin's internal strength and heart method, only Fu Cailin in the world has practiced to the ninth layer, the heart method begins with one and ends with nine, the lower one guards the form, the upper one guards the god, the god is like God, and the machine is moving. The movement of the machine does not leave its emptiness, this emptiness is very empty, it is the emptiness of not emptiness. Quiet and subtle, its coming is unattainable, and its past cannot be chased. Welcoming it, with unintentional intentions, the Xuandao is the first realm.