Although he was wearing the dark armor that could only be used by a heavy general, the face of this samurai under the armor looked very young, and there was a slight immaturity of a young man. Whether it is the handsome facial features or the clear eyes, they all seem to be incompatible with this murderous dark color armor.

But the body, which looks long but not burly, seems to have endless power.

Wei Ye thought for a while, stepped forward, and hugged his fists in salute: "But the Great Sima Champion Hou is in person?"

Huo Qubing in the painting is just the silhouette of the person who painted at the beginning of the painting, but even if it is a silhouette, it also faintly reveals the essence of the young famous general who attacked Qilian and Yanzhi before the weak crown and forced the Huns to be vassals. It is the silhouette of the immortal warlock who still has due respect for this famous general.

However, in the face of Wei Ye's fist salute, Huo Qubing in the painting was unmoved, his eyes were indifferent, with a little urging.

Wei Ye felt the urging in the eyes of this proud young general, and knew that at this time, the bones of those barbarians in the yellow sand were rising, and he was trying to relive the scene of tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry fighting with the elite of the Han family again. Regardless of whether this is the Western Regions or Saibei, the great Sima in front of him, who has jumped to the peak of martial arts at a young age, will never pay attention to his greetings and exchange cold and warm feelings.

The urging in his eyes was to follow him and send all the thousands of dead bones in the boundless yellow sand back to his hometown again.

The fairy warlock smiled, reached over his shoulder, pulled out the peach gold, and the peachwood heavy sword full of demon blood rubbed against the edge of the bamboo sheath, making a hissing sound.

"Then let's fight. ”

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Wei Ye's Yuan Shen Consciousness Sea was imprinted into that incomparably mysterious painting realm, surrounded by a young celebrity who had been undiminished for thousands of years, and what he saw was the number of resurrected barbarian white bones that were difficult to calculate. However, the sea of Yuan Shen Consciousness was imprinted into the realm of consciousness in the painting, and his physical body was still standing in place.

The debate monk who was busy searching for the inventory of Mrs. Diyi was the first to find the immortal warlock standing in the small single room. Then Xiao Gao, who extracted the essence of the spiritual power of the corpses of ghosts and gods, and finally Sima Ling carried the little mute who was still immersed in a deep dream and couldn't wake up immediately, and they all crowded to the door of the small single room.

Wei Ye held the plain silk in his left hand, his eyes were slightly closed, but beads of sweat slowly oozed from the pores around his body. The beads of sweat had not yet soaked the skin, but because of the sudden increase in the temperature on Wei Ye's body, it had steamed into a trace of white gas.

In this case, even people who don't know much about Dao Sect cultivation know that the immortal warlock is going through some very important changes, and if they are not careful and are disturbed by external forces, they are at risk of going mad.

The debate monk looked at the immortal warlock who was full of heat like a freshly cooked wheat, and thought for a moment. He touched the bowl and incense pouch that he had only filled seventy percent full, and finally made up his mind, sat down cross-legged at the door of the small single room, and began to silently recite Buddhist scriptures to protect the Dharma for his temporary employer.

Xiao Gao cautiously observed the faint heat emanating from Wei Ye's body, and asked the delicate girl beside him, "Bell girl, you say, sir, will he be burned by the heat around him?"

"How is it possible?" Sima Ling confidently waved his fist and knocked it on Xiao Gao's forehead, "My uncle's most preferred specialty is that his skin has always been very thick. ”

At this moment, Wei Ye suddenly moved, his shoulders shook, and the peach daughter hissed out of the sheath. The peachwood heavy sword came out of its sheath and slashed horizontally, cutting the silver bottle and the coral tree in front of him into two pieces.

The debater monk who was silently reciting the Buddhist scriptures looked at the silver bottle that half rolled to the ground and the coral tree that was broken from it, and thought that the whole coral tree could be sold for a good price, so that the broken coral could only be used as the material for necklaces, rings and earrings. As for the broken silver bottle, there is only one way to turn it into a silver ingot, and it can't be sold for a high price, so I can't help but get entangled.

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Wei Ye slashed forward with a sword, and a tall white bone in front of him was smashed, even the bone horse under him was smashed.

However, such a record made Wei Ye feel a little unsuccessful at this moment.

Because it was right next to the immortal warlock, the horse-chopping sword drew an arc, and over the arc, dozens of white bones of Hun warriors were shattered at the same time and scattered in the yellow sand.

So Wei Ye's self-proclaimed good combat power is a little inadequate in the face of such a disparity in strength.

The main force in this battle is obviously not Wei Ye, but Huo Quai.

When Wei Ye's sword blade touched those white bones, he knew that the hardness of these white bones was similar to that of rocks, even if Tao Qianjin was an undoubted sword, if he wanted to cut through these white bones, he had to start from the joints. However, Huo Quzhi held the sword of chopping horses, and cut all the way down, those who stood in the way pounced, and those who stood in the way were broken.

Following this famous Huo Biyao, Wei Ye's eyes saw more than those white bones who didn't even have eyeballs.

As soon as this young man stabbed forward with his sword, there was an icy aura, and when he swung his sword, there was a scorching flame, and in the meantime, there was even an occasional indigo electric current rushing out from between the blades!

As an immortal warlock, Wei Ye was the most aware of the changes in the aura between heaven and earth. These cold air, flame currents, and even the accidental electric light that burst out are not original things in heaven and earth, nor are they summoned by illegal forces.

Whether it is cold, flame, or lightning, they are all drawn up with the inner breath of true qi.

Wei Ye looked at the young god of war who was rushing in front of him, and finally couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's actually such a genius. ”

After all, the martial arts and the immortal path are separated by a layer, and the warriors and spellcasters are not all the way after all. However, Huo Quzhi was actually able to simulate the effect of the debut technique with his own internal breath, which made the immortal warlock who claimed to be also from a professional class have the illusion of shattering his glasses.

It's just that why hasn't such a method been handed down? If today's Han Empire still has such secret techniques of killing in martial arts, I am afraid that those spells of Taiping Dao will not be able to easily play an advantage in the battle against the Han army.

In the moment when Wei Ye was distracted, among the group of Xiongnu court nobles who only had white bones left, several tall white bones walked out with scepters. These white bones wore a golden crown in the shape of an eagle's wing, a bronze mirror on their chest, and even a large gold ring with tiger stripes and rubies on their finger bones.

There is no doubt that these white bones were the shamans of the Xiongnu royal court before their deaths. Unlike the Central Plains regime, the priests and elders of these barbarian tribes have a much higher status in the tribe than ordinary warriors, and they have more important value to the royal court and Shan Yu.

Their appearance in the Chinese army shows that the bones of this group of barbarians know ordinary tactics and blindly pile up crowd tactics, which have no effect in front of the peerless young god of war.