In the battlefield, Chuanying grabbed the spear shot by the Meng soldiers, and at this moment his spirit was sublimated to the extreme, as if he resonated with the universe, inside and outside.

The whole battlefield, somehow, suddenly fell silent.

The spear in Chuan Ying's hand flashed with lightning, and he flicked it lightly in the direction of Si Hanfei.

The spear was silent and fast, like lightning, and instantly crossed the battlefield, as if it was free from the shackles of space, and as soon as the spear was thrown out, it had already penetrated Si Hanfei's heart.

"Bang"

Si Hanfei felt a pain in his chest, and then his spirit fell into boundless darkness and fell off the horse.

This man who has trampled the Eurasian continent under his feet has finally returned to dust at this moment, and his life has disappeared.

The Mongolian soldiers on the battlefield looked at the smoke and dust splashed by Sihan's flying horse, as if they were stunned, and there was still no sound.

"Hiss......"

Chuanying turned the horse's head, and the white horse under his crotch neighed, like a white light, and ran towards Jiuling Mountain, and in a few breaths, he left the battlefield.

Hearing the sound of the horses, the Mongolian soldiers came back to their senses, and suddenly there was chaos, and they all chased and killed in the direction of the eagle, and thousands of elite horses galloped, whistling away, like the thunder of heaven and earth.

The mountain road of Jiuling Mountain winds and curves upward, and the more you go up, the narrower it becomes.

At some point, fog began to rise on the mountain.

The eagle is a man and a horse, looming in the fog.

But listening to the sound of horses' hooves, it seemed that the distance was not far, and the pursuing Mongolian elite horsemen were excited, and they rode their horses to chase after them, and they were about to catch up.

Suddenly, there was a horse cry in front of him, faintly visible, and the white horse under the crotch of the eagle jumped and disappeared into the thick white fog.

The front part of the pursuing Mongolian elite cavalry, seeing this scene, only thought that the front was still a mountain road, and whipped hard, and the horses under their crotch neighed, and they all jumped in unison and fell into the thick white fog.

In the fog not far away, Dai Daojin's eyes were like electricity, and he seemed to be able to penetrate the fog, see Chuanying and the white horse under his crotch, and even see the white sideburns on the neck of the white horse blown by the mountain breeze.

Dai Daojin lightly touched his feet, and the whole person turned into green smoke, hidden in the fog, stepped over the Mongolian elite rider who fell off the cliff and died tragically, and swept in the direction where the eagle went.

At this moment, Chuan Ying only felt that the whole person was getting lighter and lighter, one person and one horse stepped in mid-air, like walking on the ground, rising higher and higher, and the spiritual power was infinitely diverging, as if it was about to melt into the void.

Slowly, beyond the top of the mountain, the white fog disappeared, and what Chuanying saw was not the blue sky, but the surging energy of earth, water, wind and fire.

In his mind, the influence of the thirty-six stone carvings of the "God of War Catalogue" emerged, spinning endlessly, faster and faster, and finally seemed to merge together, turning into a picture, which was a gold-armored god holding a thick-backed broadsword, surrounded by earth, water, wind and fire, majestic and majestic.

Chuan Ying only felt that the person in this picture was extremely cool with himself, and when his mind turned, his spirit and this picture suddenly merged, and there was an instant change.

Before he could find out, Chuan Ying suddenly found that above his head, the energy of earth, water, wind and fire rotated, turning into a portal, and a man and a horse were instantly absorbed into it.

The white horse was a good horse, and before it reached the door, it shattered into a blood mist because of the overflowing energy.

While Chuan Ying apologized in his heart, his figure disappeared into this world.

It's just that at the last moment, he faintly heard a slightly startled voice.

"Huh......"

Dai Daojin's big sleeves fluttered, like Feng Xu's wind, his spiritual power burst out, endured the discomfort, and tried his best to perceive the portal, but before he could get close to him, he took the initiative to retract, and his mouth couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise.

Then, the true qi under his feet dissipated, and his body instantly fell, disappearing into the dense fog in the mountains.

The portal where the eagle disappeared seemed to have a momentary pause, and then disappeared, and the earth, water, wind and fire also dissipated, as if it had never appeared, and the heaven and earth returned to normal.

After a long time, Dai Daojin stood at the bottom of the valley and patted the dirt on his hands because of the strength he had just borrowed.

He was shocked in his heart, looked up at the sky, the mysterious energy around the portal just now was extremely lively and domineering, and it faintly gave him a sense of watching, so startled that he immediately dispersed the true qi under his feet, contracted his spirit, and left far away.

Dai Daojin frowned a little, the origin of this God of War Temple is extremely strange, and it is too old, a bit like the legendary meaning of connection and teleportation, or this Temple of War is a coordinate, the faint sense of watching, although there is no malicious intent, but the implicit meaning of domineering is extremely obvious.

Regardless of these, can it be understood that this high-martial world has always had great powers, or is it a subordinate force of a huge force?

What kind of existence can be used as the private property of the forces in the high-martial world?

Dai Daojin rubbed his eyebrows, he had been in the martial arts world for a long time, and the smooth situation made him forget that there was a nebula in his mind that was beyond common sense, immortals, Buddhas, ghosts, gods, masters of the universe, saints and the like, wouldn't it be normal to exist.

Faintly exposed to a higher level, and also reminded him that he needed to correct his mentality.

The voice of a Mongolian soldier was heard in the distance, and it was supposed to be someone who had descended the mountain to search for the traces of the eagle.

Dai Daojin exhaled a turbid breath and turned to leave.

......

The news that the eagle was one person and one horse, and that Jiuling Mountain was broken in the air spread to the rivers and lakes, causing an uproar.

At this point, the things that were originally known to only a few top martial arts people in the Broken Void were known to countless people in the rivers and lakes, and everyone sighed that Chuan Ying was extremely talented, and he could shatter the Void, beyond life and death, and at the same time, he was envious, and there may not be no one who has great ambitions to take this as his goal.

Seven years later, Kublai Khan ascended the throne as emperor in Beijing, and the Yuan Empire was founded.

A country with a high degree of political and military centralization, hard-line governance methods, and brutal repression methods have caused all different voices in the world to die down and disappear.

The world of "Chengping" will inevitably create the confrontation between the imperial court and the rivers and lakes, and the result is self-evident, the power of the rivers and lakes has decreased sharply, and most of the forces have either hidden or changed their identities and stopped a lot.

But the rivers and lakes have never disappeared, and the attribute of being brave and ruthless has never changed.

Or for such and such purposes, there is an undercurrent surging in the dark, and some people hidden in the shadows are eyeing this newly built empire.

With the passage of time, on the rivers and lakes, old people who have been famous for a long time, such as Meng Chixing, Cheng Zaiwai, Bi Kongqing, etc., are old and old, and they are dead.

The old man is hidden, becoming a legend, and the newcomer appears, dominating the rivers and lakes, just like the change of dynasties, the years are withering, and the rotation is endless.

The masters of the underworld and the white road are endless.

But there is one person, above the black and white, like a god, respected by the underworld in the world, feared by the white way, and ruled the rivers and lakes for 60 years.

This person is known as "the first person in ancient and modern times", the teacher of Meng Chixing, the establishment of the Demon Palace, the people of the rivers and lakes are called "magicians", and the people of the world are afraid of him like a demon god, coercing all beings.