"Where is Emperor Chu, Bi Xuanlai is also!"

The roar containing true qi echoed throughout Longquan, arrogant and confident, and everyone was shocked by the unstoppable voice.

"Huh?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fu Cailin, but he didn't say anything, his figure flickered, and the whole person rushed towards the outside of the palace.

Outside Longquan City, there are all Turkic elite horsemen, black and pressed, like dark clouds, there are tens of thousands of people, orderly, divided into formations, and at the front of the team is a man with a spear, he looks like only thirty people, his body is perfect, his bronze skin flashes with a dazzling luster, his legs are extraordinary, so that his majestic body has more momentum to support the starry sky, the wild linen robe draped on his body blows in the wind, the palm is wide and broad, and he holds the spear that is not light, which seems to contain the most terrible strength in the world. The most exciting thing is that his eyes are like a sea full of undercurrents, moving with stillness, still with movement, teaching people to be completely unpredictable about their movements.

Sitting on the war horse, the man shouted again: "Where is Emperor Chu, Bi Xuanlai also, please tell me!" ”

The sound is like a bell, enveloping the whole city, and it is obvious that the skill of the comer is high.

After several shouts in a row, the wolf riders behind the man became more and more vigorous, shouting and screaming one after another, making a sound like a wolf pack.

But the next moment, all the voices were drowned out by another shout.

"Bi Xuan, you came quite early, why, can't you wait to die?"

I don't know when a figure suddenly appeared on the Longquan city wall, standing on the high battlements. Looking down at the Turkic army outside.

Looking at the young figure, Bi Xuan's eyes lit up, and he asked in a deep voice: "Is there anyone who is Emperor Chu unheard?" ”

Hold your hands in your arms. Mo Wen looked down at Bi Xuan, his face was calm and calm, and the tens of thousands of Turkic wolf riders didn't seem to have any impact on him.

"Yes, it's me!" Mo Wenlang replied in a loud voice, his voice was not loud, but it strangely reached the ears of every Turk.

After receiving the answer, a cold smile floated on the corner of Bi Xuan's mouth. His eyes were grim and profound, his essence flashed, and he raised the spear in his hand and asked, "When will we fight?" ”

The scorching heat came out of Bi Xuan's hands. The white mist overflowed, and the spear was slightly red, flashing a faint light, reflecting Bi Xuan's whole person like a god of war.

Look at such a vision. The Turks raised their swords and shouted. There was a look of frenzy in his eyes, and the voices of tens of thousands of people converged, and even the city walls shook.

Bored, he clasped his ears with his hand, and Mo Wen showed a disdainful expression.

"You can do it at any time, you won't need to prepare anything to solve it anyway!"

The momentum of the Turks stagnated, and then rebounded back a thousand times, and everyone was scolding, despising Mo Wen's inadequacy.

Then I saw a Turkic man coming out of the crowd with a group of guards. shouted at Mo Wen: "Mo Wen, if you want to kill yourself." No one will stop you, but what kind of identity are our saints, how can we act so hastily, you first prepare the venue, write a good battle book, and then fight, otherwise you will taste the power of my golden wolf army first! ”

Glancing at the man, Mo Wen knew the identity of the person who came, it should be the Turkic Khan Jieli, if there is anyone on this grassland who does not want to see this battle started, it is estimated that it is this Eastern Turk Khan, you must know that Bi Xuan, the martial artist of Lu Dao, is his trump card to subdue various tribes and maintain his own authority, if Bi Xuan is defeated, I am afraid that the entire Eastern Turks will immediately fall into division, not to mention anything else, without Bi Xuan, who was taken away from the Khan throne by him, Tuli will be the first to rebel, and Bi Xuan's opponent this time is still Mo Wen, The world's No. 1 Grandmaster, who stepped on the Central Plains Grandmaster Ning Daoqi, the four holy monks of Buddhism, and Li Valve, even if he had confidence in Bi Xuan, Jieli still couldn't let go.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the world knew about this battle, Jieli might have to tear his face and lead the army to attack the city directly, for him, the benefits of killing a Mo Wen were too great, so big that he had the urge to be desperate, but he knew that Bi Xuan would never agree, and the wolf rider behind him might not obey the order, so he could only endure it, but although he couldn't do it, he could still do it to help Bi Xuan boost his momentum and suppress the opponent.

I saw Jieli wave his hand, and tens of thousands of wolf riders behind him shouted in unison, and the momentum shook the heavens and the earth, and it seemed that the entire world was going to bow to their swords.

Pointing at Mo Wen with the scimitar in his hand, Jieli shouted loudly: "I don't care what kind of first grandmaster you are bragged by those Central Plains people, in the eyes of me, you are far from qualified to challenge the Sage Lord, just look at-"

In the middle of the sentence, the voice stopped abruptly.

"Noise!" Mo Wen's cold gaze swept directly towards Jieli.

"Get down on your knees!"

The voice is indifferent to the bones, but with a domineering spirit that cannot be refused.

Jieli's eyes widened suddenly, and then there was a piercing scream, "How is this possible, this is impossible!" ”

The sound of people turning on their backs, screaming in terror, neighing of horses, the Turkic wolf riding that was flaunting one moment is like a lost dog the next.

One, two, at the sound of indifference, all the horses knelt down, their front legs bent, as if they saw their own king, and knelt down towards the figure.

Beast aura

Grade: A-

Category: Weapon Treasure

Predict all the beasts in the aura, those who are weaker than themselves will obey orders unconditionally, and those who are stronger than themselves will be suppressed, and the degree of suppression depends on the difference in strength between the two sides.

Thrown to the ground by their own war horses, all the Turks were stunned, looking at everything in front of them in disbelief, although there were no casualties, but looking at their closest comrades-in-arms, the most important mounts bowing down to a person, no matter how they beat and scolded, shouting, they didn't dare to stand up, that scene was absolutely devastating.

Countless people muttered to themselves, their eyes looking at everything in front of them in horror.

Jieli's face was pale, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, although he had heard some rumors that Mo Wen had heard before, what could step on the void and control the fire and lightning, but in his opinion, these were either tricks, or these Central Plains people boasted of themselves, so he never took it to heart, but looking at this scene, looking at this ten thousand horses bowing down, he couldn't find a way to explain it at all, and there was never a moment when he was uneasy like this in his heart, and a thought unconsciously emerged, I am afraid that Wuzun Bi Xuan will lose this time.

I don't know what Jie Li thinks in his heart, Bi Xuan, who also fell from the horse, also felt a chill in his heart, although he was not injured with his skills, and he didn't look embarrassed, but looking at tens of thousands of war horses kneeling together, he felt unprecedentedly depressed, human beings are full of fear of the unknown, even with the realm of Grandmaster Bi Xuan, he can't control the throbbing in his heart, and he will no longer be undisturbed.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Bi Xuan still wanted to say something, but Mo Wen spoke up first.

"Bi Xuan, I'm already impatient, you can die here for me now!"

The dragon slaying knife was swung out, and Mo Wen was like a black lightning bolt, directly slashing down on the city wall.

Looking at the black light that crossed the sky, Bi Xuan swallowed the words that came to his mouth, he took a deep breath, all doubts, worries, victories and defeats, life and death were all thrown out of the Nine Heavens Cloud, after all, he was a grandmaster-level powerhouse, although his heart was shaken because of Mo Wen's actions, but he still knew what to do now.

The Burning Sun Dafa was running at full strength, Bi Xuan exuded a scorching red glow all over his body, and with a move of the spear in his hand, he brazenly met Mo Wen's long knife-

Under Luoyang City, everyone in Li was stunned and stared at everything in front of them, and Li Xiuning slowly pulled out the sword inserted in Li Shimin's chest in front of all the Tang troops.

Bright red blood flowed out of the wound and fell to the ground drop by drop, staining the sand in front of him.

Li Shimin's expression was a little dazed, looking at his sister who had escaped from Chang'an in disbelief, he never thought that Li Xiuning would betray the family.

"For, for, for what?" Li Shimin asked with some difficulty, his eyes full of puzzlement.

Shaking her head gently, tears faintly appeared in Li Xiuning's eyes, her lips squirmed slightly, and she whispered: "I'm sorry, second brother, I have to leave the last bit of blood for the Li family, we can't win——"

With a hint of confusion in his eyes, Li Shimin finally fell to the ground, his figure looked particularly desolate, and the famous Tang Taizong died in front of the two armies.

"Li Xiuning, what are you doing!"

Only then did the group of generals of the Tang Army react, and they drew their swords one after another and surrounded Li Xiuning.

The eldest grandson Wuji's face was hideous and terrifying, he spent an unknown amount of effort to send Li Shimin to the throne, and now everything is in vain, how can he not be angry, he immediately pointed at Li Xiuning and scolded: "You slut, your majesty trusts you in vain, you dare to kill the king!" ”

Li Xiuning was unmoved, gently tucked the long hair on his sideburns, and then said in a deep voice: "The whole army obeys the order, lays down its weapons, and surrenders to the Yangzhou army in Luoyang!" ”

"What?" The eldest grandson Wuji was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious, "You are dreaming!" Even if Lao Tzu dies, it won't be cheap, Yangzhou Army"

It's a pity that not everyone has the same idea as him, Li Shimin is dead, Chang'an has also been captured, and the people here seem to have no choice but to surrender.

The eldest grandson Wuji was still roaring madly at Li Xiuning, but the people behind him bowed their heads one by one and were silent, occasionally exchanging a strange look, especially in the direction of the Yangzhou army, after the crowd surged, and after the sound of horses' hooves, several people quietly approached the eldest grandson Wuji, and their hands had already supported the hilt of the sword at their waists.

Watching all this silently, Li Xiuning's expression was a little trance-like, but at the end of the day, he sighed lightly.

- Li valve is finished! The former four major valves, the Yuwen valve was destroyed, and the Song valve, Dugu valve, and Li valve all bowed to the feet of that man, and the world belonged to him after all. (To be continued......)

PS: Thanks to the lazy monthly pass.