Ten tricks!

From the first five moves to destroy the sabre, to the last five moves to determine the winner, everything seems to be clear and distinct, but it is like a dream.

Mainly, there is a sense of unreality.

The old man who was pierced through the chest by a sword was "Wild Thunder" Hezhe?

The undefeated Grand Master of the world?

Yes!

Because Hezhe did not hesitate, his right arm turned into a knife and slashed back at a strange angle.

Huang Shang didn't hesitate, the purple thunder sword in his right hand was full of energy, frantically tearing apart Hezhe's internal organs, destroying his vitality, and his left palm was indomitable.

You are ninety years old, I am in my twenties, and the lack of skill is a time gap that accumulates over time, but if you talk about the hard work of the edge, he is not afraid of anyone!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Boom!

The palms were handed over, and now there was no benefit of the divine soldiers, and Huang Shang suddenly felt that one after another momentum rushed in.

It was Hezhe's Nine Thunder True Qi, which had both a domineering and boundless impact and tearing, and an extreme change like Qu Ao's Nine Transformations.

"But you can't compare to Xiang Yutian after all!"

Approaching the final moment of victory, Huang Shangtian's true qi surged, and the seven major points in his body turned into seven whirlpools and erupted wildly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

For a while, there seemed to be an immeasurable hurricane blowing in the bodies of the two of them, and there were two leaders who were facing each other, each leading an army of true qi that had changed to the extreme, and were engaged in the most fierce battle.

This is the most fancy-free skill battle, just like the four palms of the low-martial arts world facing each other, steaming hot air above the head, and setting off the atmosphere, no matter how dangerous it is.

And in the end, Huang Shang blocked it.

He returned the original number of Nine Thunder True Qi, and a mouthful of blood discharged the remaining energy, and the left half of his body was paralyzed.

It can be seen that the gap between the two skills is indeed huge.

have fought to such a point, if they really want to collide with their palms, there is no fancy fighting, and Huang Shang still can't fight many moves.

But it didn't matter, he won.

Seeing Huang Shang block this palm, He Zhe's eyes finally showed despair.

And with this palm, Huang Shang's right hand was pulled, and the Purple Thunder Sword was directly pulled out, and the whole person suddenly retreated.

The two sides are thirty feet apart, as if they have returned to the original starting point.

He Zhe was powerless to stop it, standing in place, not moving or speaking, the sword wound that pierced through his back from his chest, a thin blood arrow gushed out, but the blood quickly stopped.

He still did not give up hope, and began to suppress the injury with supreme skill.

This scene also made the Turkic wolf guards who reacted with it swell with their last hope, holding their breath, hoping to see the birth of a miracle.

When the gate of the wild goose closed, Hu Luguang and the others also became nervous.

You can't waste all your efforts!

Not really.

Because Huang Shang wiped away the blood from his lips, he flicked it slightly on the Purple Thunder Sword.

Zheng!

A strange sword groan sounded, and He Zhe, who was desperately suppressing the injuries in his body, shook his body, and several popping sounds came from his body.

That was Huang Shangfang's palm, and the Tianyi True Qi left in his body was subtle and exquisite.

At this time, through the sting, it is induced.

This is the horror of the fusion technique, even He Zhe was hit, and a puddle of blood suddenly shot out from behind.

His brave momentum was no longer there, and his body shrunk, and a dead air emerged.

He Zhe is ninety-one years old this year, even in the Zhongwu world, there is no theory that his skills will decline with old age, and he is not far from the limit.

Xiang Yutian's is an exception after all, and the great master of this world is only a hundred years old.

So under normal circumstances, Hezhe can live for ten years.

But with a sword of purple thunder, he cut off several years of life.

"National Teacher!"

In the mournful cries of the Turkic warriors, Huang Shang put his sword into the sheath in a hurry.

"My martial arts cultivation is still inferior to Your Excellency after all, and this battle failed to take your life, so I won't break my promise......"

He looked at He Zhe and turned around calmly: "If it is said that it is ten moves, it is ten moves!" ”

When these words echoed in the sky, the faces of the Turks were like ashes.

If this wild word had been said before, it would only be scolded and ridiculed by them, and even the Northern Qi side would feel ashamed.

But now, looking at the Turkic national master covered in blood, although he knew that this young grandmaster was also injured, who would dare to assert that if he continued to fight, he couldn't really slash the mad Lei Hezhe under the sword?

In fact, the ten moves have passed, and Huang Shang's dantian true qi and seven trick points have all been exhausted, and there is not a drop left.

However, he really has to work hard, squeeze the dantian tricks, and indeed have the strength to fight, but the risk of dying together is too great.

Huang Shang would never pin his safety on the Northern Qi generals and the night attack team.

So he ended the saga of an era and put away his sword.

The world has opened a new chapter.

Officially entered his time.

The two sides were silent, looking at Huang Shang's dashing back and disappearing into Yanmen Pass.

Hezhe stood silently, and after a few moments the wound finally stopped bleeding, and he slowly turned around and returned the way he came.

"National teacher?"

All the wolf guards hugged him, but they didn't dare to really come to Hezhe's side, and stopped at a distance of one zhang.

Because although He Zhe's face was as usual, and there didn't seem to be any special decay in his breath, the blood hole in his chest was too poignant, and it was shocking to see, and he felt that this short old man was like a fragile Central Plains porcelain, which would be torn apart if he touched it lightly.

"Clothes!"

Hezhe looked at them, ignoring the distrustful look, and spoke.

Suddenly, one of the most reacting wolf guards took action and retrieved the linen robe that had been thrown aside.

Hezhe stretched out his hand to take it, and put on his robe smoothly, covering the wound: "Let's go!" ”

"Hunt down?"

The gate of the wild goose closed, watching the Turkic side leave, Hu Luxian asked.

At this time, five hundred Bright Moon Guards were dispatched, and there was a chance to leave this great master forever.

But it can also be costly.

"Breaking the promise to chase and kill, not only offended Pei Gongzi, but also let 200,000 Turkic wolf riders attack me frantically, what is the benefit?"

Hu Luguang shook his head without hesitation, looked to the west, and his eyes flashed fiercely: "What we have to do now is to give the western thief a powerful look!" ”

……

……

Turkic battalions.

The Khan of the Wooden Pole did not tremble in the slightest.

He and He Zhe are not twins, how can they have the slightest feeling for the duel of martial artists far away in front of Yanmen Pass?

Therefore, this great khan did not panic at all, and was as steady as an old wolf.

Since he was comforted by Hezhe yesterday and regained his confidence, he didn't worry about that decisive battle.

Thinking about it, he is also old, and he actually feels that the invincible national teacher will lose to a little-known Central Plains person.

In addition to the "Holy Monk", how many people in the world can block the Thunder Knife Nine Style that Hezhe is out of with all his might?

No matter how powerful that elusive assassin is, it's just powerful, if he really has the strength to overwhelm Hezhe head-on and directly assassinate the national teacher, why play tricks?

Wooden pole Khan figured it out.

If you don't care anymore, it's messy.

And then......

One of the strongest wolf guards was the first to rush back, and after entering the king's tent, he knelt down: "Great Khan! Sweat! ”

Looking at his unprecedented panic, the Khan's expression couldn't help but change, and he suddenly waved his hand to step back left and right, walked over in person, and said in a low voice: "What's wrong?" ”

The wolf guard opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word at first, and only after half a sound did he say, "The national teacher is defeated!" Pierced through the chest with a sword! Seriously injured! ”

As he spoke, tears could not help but flow, and he felt that his legs were weak and he almost fell to his knees.

The blood on the face of the wooden pole Khan faded, and he suddenly grabbed his shoulders: "How many people else know?" ”

Wolf Wei said: "Only us and the Central Plains Qi people." ”

The wooden pole Khan closed his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly opened them: "Don't let the national teacher return to the camp, go directly to the royal court to recuperate, go quickly!" ”

The wolf guard did not receive the order, looked at the wooden pole Khan with red eyes, and asked word by word: "Great Khan, are you going to give up the national teacher?" ”

The wooden pole khan changed color and replied word by word: "Who is more important, the national teacher or my khanate?" ”

The wolf guard couldn't answer, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Watching his departing back, when he waited for the huge Golden Wolf King tent, he was the only one left, and the wooden pole Khan sat down weakly, tears coming out of his eyes.

Finished.

It's all over.

Hezhe's defeat and serious injuries were not only related to personal honor and disgrace, but also irreparable morale to the Turkic morale, and even to his position as Khan.

Next, he had to withdraw from the army.

It's not that the war can't be fought, but the Turks can't become the winners, and they all make wedding clothes for the Northern Zhou.

And this retreat is still a big defeat.

Don't think that if you don't fight, there is no loss, on the contrary, the Turks are in the style of war and war, they are eager for war, war represents plunder, this time the army has been mobilized, a lot of grain and grass has been consumed, and the internal contradictions are still stimulated, and when he is rectified and stabilized, and then reinvigorated, I am afraid that it will be several years.

"I can't wait!"

"I can't afford to wait!"

The Khan of the Wooden Pole cried quietly, and his eyes were hazy with tears, as if he saw the future of the Turkic Empire.

Will they have a future?

……

……

In the city of Jinyang.

A horse-drawn carriage staggered into the city gates.

The driver was a powerful young man, although he looked quite rough, but the clothes and demeanor on his body could see the nobility and cultivation of the family.

He is from the Pei clan in Hedong.

At the behest of the clan, he went to Yecheng to investigate Pei Ju, the descendant of the Western Dependents who lived in Northern Qi.

It's just that what happened to Yecheng made the young man quite unhappy, and he felt that he and the elders in the car were all tricked by that guy.

It's really bold to pull tiger skin to make a coat, but he dares to deceive the clan.

"When we meet, let him know the rules of the clan!"

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sudden rumble in the distance, and the earth-shattering cheers erupted, and then spread at an eye-popping speed.

Not long after, on Jinyang Street, merchants of all ethnic groups spontaneously poured into the streets, turning into a sea of cheers.

"Ten moves to defeat the Turkic national teacher! The Turks have retreated! The Turks have retreated! ”

The young man listened attentively, and soon showed a shocked look, grabbed a warrior and asked, "Who did you say defeated the Turkic national division and forced the Turks to retreat?" ”

The warrior's eyes showed incomparable reverence and pride: "It is the new great master of my Central Plains, and the guardian of my Jinyang......"

"Pei Ju!"