No matter what the guards of Yanmen Pass think, the guards of Yanmen Pass have already knelt down and bowed down, praying that God will continue to protect the Great Song Dynasty.

The sound of hooves was stirring, and the thousands of horsemen of the Liao army marched towards the north in confusion.

From the strict discipline when he came, to the chaos when he left.

Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji was killed by the thunder, leaving a huge shadow in the hearts of 100,000 Liao army soldiers!

How can man contend with the gods?

The Song people are blessed by the gods, how can Da Liao go south?

Is the Mandate of Heaven really not in Daliao? Is it on the Song people?

Countless Liao soldiers couldn't stop turning their heads, looking at the nearly 100-zhang pit, trembling and panicking.

The heavenly thunder bombarded and killed, killing three hundred shield soldiers and Emperor Liao in one fell swoop, and there were not even bones and slag left.

This supernatural power has left a deep trace in the hearts of every Liao army, this shadow affects morale too much, and this divine power has broken all the courage of the Liao army!

Then look at the Taoist man in black and white Taoist robes outside the Yanmen Gate.

The hearts of the Liao people sank completely, and the blood of the Liao people became completely cold.

Unmatched, the mighty gods of the gods stood there.

It declares the inviolability of the territory of the Han people.

Soon, the Liao army had all withdrawn.

Along the way, I don't know how many corpses of the Liao army were left, as well as the war horses that were too late to take away, some galloped on the ground, and some stayed in place, making bursts of neighing sounds.

At this time, only the sound of chirping could be heard, and a group of wild geese came from the north, crossed the heads of everyone, and hovered in the sky above Ye Qianqiu for a few breaths.

Then, this group of wild geese continued to fly towards the south from between the twin peaks and from the sky above the Yanmen Gate.

A group of heroes from the rivers and lakes were excited, and ran towards Ye Qianqiu, and worshiped Ye Qianqiu, all of them were radiant and happy.

Looking at Ye Qianqiu, his eyes were full of reverence.

In the past, I only heard how Ye Zhenren defeated the six great monks of Shaolin Temple and was respected as the world's number one grandmaster.

Today, in front of the Yanmen Gate.

Ye Zhenren single-handedly led the sky to thunder, killed Emperor Liao, and retreated 100,000 Liao soldiers!

The Great Song Dynasty is blessed by a land immortal like Ye Zhenren, why worry about not being able to live forever!

That's pretty much what everyone thinks.

They couldn't help themselves.

Especially the heroes of the beggar gang, they know too well how powerful the Liao people are.

Now Ye Zhenren killed the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji with divine thunder in one fell swoop, leaving a deep shadow in the hearts of the 100,000 Liao army.

The Liao people will not dare to invade the border of the Great Song Dynasty again for at least 20 years!

What a merit this is!

Anyone who understands understands it!

At this time, I could only hear Murong Bo howling and screaming over there.

I saw him staggering towards the corpse of the Liao army.

Half kneeling in the center of the corpse of the Liao army, looking at Murong Fu, who was lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and half of his body was left, he looked up to the sky and roared.

"Fu'er!"

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

Murong Fu has lost the slightest bit of life.

Just now, five heavenly thunderbolts descended into the world, and the speed was simply terrifying.

Murong Fu and the four retainers were originally relatively close to Yelu Hongji.

Even though he had fled with all his might, he was still blown up by the aftermath of the thunder.

Murong Fu was directly blasted off half of his body and died on the spot.

As for the other four retainers, they were also buried in the Thunder Sea like Murong Fu.

Murong Bo was slapped by Qiao Feng and was already seriously injured.

At this moment, seeing that his son died unexpectedly, even half of his body was left.

Seeing that the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji was blown up, even the bones and slag were gone.

All the 100,000 Liao soldiers threw off their armor and fled north.

Murong Bo was sad for a while, only to feel that all the plans he had made over the past few years had turned into a dream bubble overnight.

His Murong family has taken the revival of the Yan Kingdom as his responsibility for generations.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to devote himself to the Great Liao, and was willing to be the lackey of the Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji.

I thought that this time I could use the power of Da Liao to knock on the door of Zhao and Song, and take advantage of the chaos in the world, so that the Murong family could take advantage of the situation to recover and establish a national throne again.

But he didn't expect that this time, he lost completely, and he didn't even have the qualifications to make a comeback!

The only son is dead!

Liao Emperor Yelu Hongji is dead!

He...... I'm going to die, too!

"Hahaha......"

"Hahaha......"

"Retribution, retribution!"

"Heavenly Dao cycle, retribution is unpleasant!"

"Shenxiao faction, Ye Qianqiu ......"

"Hahaha......"

"Old thief! Give me back my life! ”

Murong Bo seemed to be crazy, he suddenly stood up and swept towards Ye Qianqiu, exerting all his strength, wanting to find something to make up for Ye Qianqiu's body.

Ye Qianqiu didn't look at it, he raised his hand and pointed it, and a wave of energy instantly passed through Murong Bo's eyebrows.

Murong Bo's rushing body suddenly stopped there.

"The Emperor...... Fig...... Br...... Ten thousand...... Affair...... All closed......"

His arms were outstretched, his eyes were wide open, he spat out a few words with difficulty, and his figure slowly fell backwards.

Murong Bo and Murong Fu are dead, and the Gusu Murong family, which once had the prestige of "using the way of the other and giving back to the other" on the rivers and lakes, has been extinct so far.

Not far away, Xiao Feng walked towards Murong Bo step by step, looking at Murong Bo's corpse.

Xiao Feng knelt on the ground, stretched out his arms, roared towards the sky, and said, "Dad, mother!" ”

"Old thief Murong is dead!"

"You two spirits in the sky, you can rest in peace!"

At this time, Azhu ran towards Xiao Feng, hugged Xiao Feng from behind, and snuggled his head on Xiao Feng's back.

"Brother Xiao......"

Xiao Feng patted Azhu's arm around his waist and motioned for her to stand up.

The two stepped on the corpse of the Liao army and walked towards Ye Qianqiu.

When he was about ten steps away from Ye Qianqiu, Xiao Feng suddenly knelt down towards Ye Qianqiu.

"Ye Zhenren, today you helped me kill the old thief Murong and avenged my mother's blood and revenge, this worship is what I Xiao Feng owes you!"

"But it is an indisputable fact that you killed my father, and I, Xiao Feng, am not an unreasonable person."

"From now on, the grievances between you and me will be written off."

As he spoke, Xiao Feng bowed down to Ye Qianqiu.

Then, Xiao Feng got up.

He said to Ye Qianqiu: "Ye Zhenren, you are a great hero admired by the world, you killed Yelu Hongji, refused 100,000 Liao soldiers outside Yanmen Pass, and won at least twenty years of peace for the Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Xiao Feng admires a big hero like you."

"You have magical powers, and if the Great Song Dynasty has you for a day, the Liao people will not dare to commit the Great Song Dynasty."

"Yelu Hongji is my sworn eldest brother, today he died, even if I Xiao Feng indirectly killed him, I will take over his banner, go back to reorganize the mountains and rivers of Daliao, and try my best to fight for a longer peace for the Liao Song Dynasty."

Ye Qianqiu bowed slightly, didn't say anything, but looked at Ah Zhu, and said, "Ah Zhu, Lao Chen asked the poor to bring you a word before he died. ”

Hearing this, Ah Zhu showed a touch of sadness on his face, and said, "Ye Zhenren, please speak." ”

Ye Qianqiu said: "What is your own and what is not your own, you have to distinguish it clearly." ”

Ah Zhu listened to this, was silent, and nodded.

At this time, Duan Yu brought Gu Mozhi, who had completely lost his internal strength, and said to Xiao Feng with an excited face: "Big brother! ”

Gu Mozhi's face was pale at the moment, and he looked at Ye Qianqiu with fear in his eyes.

He is completely discouraged at the moment, no different from ordinary people.

Just now, he could see it clearly, Ye Qianqiu killed hundreds of people with heavenly thunder, and killed Murong Bo with one finger.

He, like Murong Bo, wanted to provoke the Song Liao dispute, if it fell into Ye Qianqiu's hands, he would probably die.

I was really afraid of something, and the next moment I only heard Duan Yu say to Ye Qianqiu.

"Ye Zhenren, Gu Mozhi has lost all his skills, and it is up to you to send it."

Duan Yu is no longer the ignorant kid he was at the beginning.

He was instructed by Zen Master Kurong and knew that there were some people in this world who could not be provoked.

In addition, Ye Qianqiu had healed his father's serious injury, and now he witnessed Ye Qianqiu's divine power with his own eyes, so naturally he no longer dared to be disrespectful.

Dali is a small border country, and it still has to be befriended by the Shenxiao faction in the future.

"The real person spares his life, my Queen Mother of Tubo has an old relationship with the real person, please see the face of my Queen Mother of Tubo, and let the little monk go."

"The little monk promises that from today onwards, he will never set foot in the Central Plains again, and stay in the Daxue Mountain to cultivate Buddha for the rest of his life."

Gu Mozhi bowed down to Ye Qianqiu with a panicked face, and said tremblingly.

Ye Qianqiu took his hand and said, "Gu Mozhi, you can go back to Tibet, Poor Dao doesn't want to kill you." ”

When Gu Mozhi heard this, he was relieved, thanked Ye Qianqiuqian, and then squeezed out of the crowd, staggered into the distance, and really did not set foot in the Central Plains for the rest of his life.

At this time, I only heard Xiao Feng say to the elders of the beggar gang.

"Brothers of the beggar gang, I, Xiao Feng, am now a Khitan, and I really can't be the leader of the beggar gang anymore."

"Today, I will pass on all the 28 palms of the beggar gang and the dog-beating stick method to Elder Wu, and you brothers can nominate a young and promising Han man to be the leader of the beggar gang in the future."

As he spoke, he saw Xiao Feng pulling Elder Wu to a secluded place where no one was around, and taught Elder Wu the twenty-eight palms of the dragon and the dog-beating stick method.

At this time, Wu Changfeng, the elder of the beggar gang, immediately said: "Gang Leader Qiao, my qualifications are dull, how can I write down all the twenty-eight palms of the dragon and the dog-beating stick method in this moment and three moments." ”

"If Gang Leader Qiao really has no intention of being my beggar gang leader anymore and wants to pass on his skills, it is better to temporarily hand over the Twenty-Eight Palms of Dragon Descending and the Dog Fighting Stick Method to Ye Zhenren for safekeeping."

"Ye Zhenren is the number one master of the Central Plains martial arts, he is an old man with high morality and respect, and he has his own magical skills, so naturally he will not covet my beggars."

"In the coming day, my beggar gang will choose a gang leader again, and then Ye Zhenren will pass on the twenty-eight palms of the dragon and the dog-beating stick method to the new gang leader."

"Look, how about that?"

As soon as Wu Changfeng's words came out, it made Qiao Feng feel quite reasonable.

The subtlety of the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending and the dog-beating stick method was indeed not something that Wu Changfeng could write down in a moment or three.

But Ye Zhenren is different, Ye Zhenren is already a land immortal.

The subtlety of the Twenty-Eight Palms of the Dragon Descending and the Dog-beating Stick Method fell into the hands of such a master, and there was almost no difficulty at all.

Moreover, now the beggar gang is weak, and the matter of Yanmen Pass today is spread back to the Central Plains.

The Central Plains should be headed by the Shenxiao faction, and Ye Zhenren's name as the world's number one grandmaster should be no one who can shake it anymore.

The beggar gang has formed a little affection with the Shenxiao faction because of this, and in the future, there will only be benefits and no harm to the beggar gang.

Qiao Feng only thought for a moment, and he deliberately said to the group of beggars, "What do you brothers? ”

"I think what Elder Wu said is indeed what Lao Cheng said."

"Ye Zhenren is powerful in the world, and it is indeed a good idea to be in charge of the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending and the dog stick method."

Where would the beggars raise any objections.

The beggars who can contradict Xiao Feng are not here today.

Xiao Feng saw that no one objected, and said to Ye Qianqiu: "Ye Zhenren, you are old and respectful, and you are powerful in martial arts, I don't know if you can temporarily take charge of the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending and the dog-beating stick method for the beggar gang." ”

Ye Qianqiu listened to it, but he didn't feel troublesome, the beggar gang was all over the world, and there was no small force in the Central Plains.

Although the beggars have no leader now, they will still be in the future.

It's a big deal, he trained a gang leader for the beggar gang, and that's nothing.

The future status of the Shenxiao Sect will inevitably be above these many Jianghu sects.

Xiao Feng and Wu Changfeng saw Ye Qianqiu nodding and agreeing, and their faces showed great joy.

Especially Wu Changfeng, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

can catch the big ship of the Shenxiao faction, and the beggars will definitely be able to recover their former majesty in less than ten years.

At this time, I saw that the gate of the wild goose gate suddenly opened.

The Yanmen guard walked out with a group of soldiers, stood in front of the pass, bowed in unison, and shouted: "Respectfully invite Ye Zhenren to enter the customs." ”

"Respectfully invite Ye Zhenren to enter the customs!"

This was a rare time when the officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty were ambitious.

For a time, inside and outside the Yanmen Gate, the call rose again.

Dugu Lingsheng stood at the end of the Yanmen, looking at the hustle and bustle that was gradually moving away, and suddenly had an inexplicable heroic feeling in his heart.

He suddenly thought of Master's words, in the future, you will have to come back here one day.

There is a kind of swordsmanship that has been practiced in the midst of thousands of troops.

Dugu Lingsheng is looking forward to it, one day, if he can be like the master, overwhelm foreign enemies, and be admired by thousands of people, it will be great.

……

Xiao Feng said goodbye to everyone, and a group of heroes from the rivers and lakes walked towards Guannei.

Xiao Feng handed over the twenty-eight palms of the dragon descending and the dog-beating stick method to Ye Qianqiu, and then took Azhu to the north.

In the northern land, Xiao Feng's singing voice came, and the song was full of sadness and desolation.

"Kill my Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals will not rest. I have lost my mountains, so that my women have no color......"

When the Yanmen Gate closed, Dugu Lingsheng stood beside Ye Qianqiu and asked Ye Qianqiu.

"Master, what kind of song is this? How do you hear so bleak. ”

Ye Qianqiu said: "This is the song of the Huns, when Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty attacked the Huns, attacked and plundered the north, the Huns were killed and lost their armor, I don't know how many people died." ”

"The Huns wept and mourned, but they forgot how they captured the Han Chinese."

"From ancient times to the present, the plundering of Middle-earth by foreign races has never stopped."

Dugu Lingsheng said: "Master, then why do people all over the world have to fight around, there are so many dead and injured people, isn't it good to coexist peacefully?" ”

When the heroes of the rivers and lakes on the side heard Dugu Lingsheng's words, they only felt that this young man did not know the world, and hundreds of years of grudges were so easy to die.

Ye Qianqiu glanced at Dugu Lingsheng, smiled, and did not explain to Dugu Lingsheng.

The Shaolin monk Xuandu on the side clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, only when the emperors and generals of the world believe in Buddhism, respect the Buddha, and take compassion as their heart, then there will be no more tragic battles and killings." ”

Dugu Lingsheng couldn't help laughing and said: "According to the meaning of the great monk, everyone in the world has to become a monk." ”

"Everyone in the world recites Amitabha, and they don't have children, nor do they pass on their ancestry, leaving women to have children by themselves and don't know if they can give birth."

"In a few years, the people in the world, no matter what Han people, Khitans, Tubo people, and Jurchens, will all die, and there will be any war."

When the heroes heard this, they couldn't help but laugh aloud.

Xuandu didn't expect this Ye Qianqiu's disciple to say this, of course he could hear that this was a mockery.

Xuan Du blew his beard angrily and stared, but it was not good to argue with a teenager, so he had to stand aside with a cold face.

At this time, the Yanmen guard smiled at Ye Qianqiu and said with a sincere fear.

"Yanmen Pass commander Zhang Chongjiu has seen Ye Zhenren......"