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"Boom!"

A stream of air poured out like a monstrous wave, and the surrounding armor soldiers fell off the ground one after another, and infinite mud swept up in the sky, covering the golden glow of the sun.

Only a limited number of masters can see clearly, the golden dragon sword is like silver lightning blink and rush into the air dozens of zhang high, at the same time, this side is like Zhuo Li Void, the radiant "Yuwen Yong" is also like being invisibly implicated, and it is also thrown upside down into the sky.

On the other side, Bi Xuan flew ten zhang away from the ground, and rolled out a distance of three zhang on the ground, and the speed stopped.

The power of this sword is indeed earth-shattering, Bi Xuan is invincible in his life, and it is the first time that he has been knocked to the ground.

"Whew!"

The silver light flashed, and the dragon sword was inserted into the ground, and the sword body was completely gone, only most of the bronze hilt was still on the ground.

A moment later, at the moment when Bi Xuan, who was covered in mud all over his body and looked like a mud man and a ghost, slowly stood up, and the "Yuwen Yong" who was in robe like a demon god slowly fell, two strong momentum suddenly erupted in the innermost area of the three thousand armor soldiers, and before everyone could react, Mouran turned into two meteors and shot out across the sky.

A round of knife light, a cluster of spear flowers, engulfed him from behind "Yuwen Yong" in the blink of an eye.

Whether it was the previous blow, or the subsequent dissolution of the air shock, it consumed a huge amount of "Yuwen Yong" true yuan, and for a while, the thief in his body went to the empty building, and a sense of weakness invaded his whole body...... The timing of this sneak attack is indeed the pinnacle of mastery!

But he was not shocked by the physical crisis, but also showed a strange and inexplicable wry smile on his face.

If he didn't care about this human puppet, his Yang God could completely ignore all obstacles and escape through the air, but Yu Wenyong's puppet was still of great use to him, of course he couldn't care less.

The familiar domineering and incomparable knife qi invaded the body first, and the whole body of "Yu Wenyong", who barely turned around in an instant, was like a knife cutting and pricking, like entering an ice cellar, and his ear drums were filled with the whistling sound of knife qi breaking through the air.

As far as the eye can see, it is the light of the sword, and he sees the knife but not the person, but what appears in his heart is the instinctive reflection of the four words "Badao Yue Mountain"!

For anyone else, including Bi Xuan, in such a predicament, he must have lost the chance to recover his life, and his body and mind were intimidated by the opponent's terrifying sword aura, and there was no room for counterattack.

However, "Yu Wenyong" decisively made a circle of lightning in his left palm, and the giant whale swallowed the empty sword qi like absorbing water, and kicked out a kick at the bottom, and the blade of the sword body hidden in the thousands of sword lights was in the middle;

At the same time, a little bit of spear light was like a sky full of stars revealing a sword light that completely locked him up, but only he knew that this empty spear was just a virtual appearance, and the real killing move was the short spear body that condensed the infinite innate sword qi in it.

That's right, it's the innate sword qi!

This three-foot short spear is just to hide people's eyes and ears, but this spear flower in the sky is actually a sword flower, and the owner who uses this powerful and murderous sword qi is actually one of the pillow people he is very familiar with.

"This is really unkillable and unharmable!"

"Yu Wen Yong" sighed secretly, borrowed all the sword qi of Yue Shan's left palm and cut down in time, accurately intercepting the sharp tip of the spear that pierced his lower abdomen.

The two fierce forces of-for-tat exchanged dozens of times in an instant at the point where the palm edge and the tip of the spear touched, and finally the slender and broad palm gently pushed, and the unrelenting short spear and its owner flew away.

In the eyes of outsiders, it was between lightning and flint, and "Yuwen Yong" broke through the thousands of swords and guns of the sneak attack, and brazenly shocked the two sneak attackers disguised as armor soldiers, one strong and one tall and thin, and flew back.

The majestic sword-bearer also raised his head to the sky and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, which was clearly not lightly injured!

Slowly, "Yu Wenyong" fell back to the ground, his hands hung down, his slender palms trembled slightly, and he did not look back at the brave opponent Bi Xuan, nor did he chase the two despicable sneak attackers.

The next moment, the mighty and majestic dragon body of "Yuwen Yong" slowly fell backwards straight and straight, and the invincible domineering momentum quietly disappeared.

The first-class masters of the six escorts who were shocked back woke up like a dream, and hurriedly pounced on Yu Wenyong, and exclaimed in shock: "Your Majesty ......"

The surviving more than 2,000 elite armor soldiers around them were also in a commotion, and the two sneak attackers took the opportunity to escape, while Bi Xuan, who was dyed with mud on the other side, had already disappeared.

............

"Is Yuwen Yong dead?"

In the canopy bush, the three Song Que brothers invariably murmured in surprise.

Song Zhi took a deep breath in the fresh wind after the rain, as if in order to increase his persuasiveness, his voice was low and soothing, "I'm afraid that even if he is not dead, he will run out of oil and die of serious injuries, otherwise such an invincible hero, but with a trace of strength, will be as usual, standing tall, how can he stiffen and fall to the ground?"

Song Que frowned, noncommittal, but he always felt that this matter was not so simple, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the beautiful woman on the other side of the tree trunk, "What does the fairy think?"

Fan Qinghui's beautiful eyes stared fixedly at a place in the northeast, and said meaningfully when she heard the words: "Floating life is like a dream, it is me and not me." Although Yuwen Yong is alive and dead, although he is dead, he is still alive......"

Without waiting for Song Que and the three of them to look at each other and ask the truth, Fan Qinghui smiled gently, "I have the fate to see Brother Song today, and Qinghui is also lucky...... Please forgive Qinghui for taking care of her business, go first!"

Before the words could be spoken, the shadows had already swept into the air, speeding away.

............

Dozens of miles to the west.

Bi Xuan's tall figure appeared in the deserted forest, sweeping rapidly.

Suddenly, a burst of Qingyue Xiao Yin seemed to come from a distance, just a few notes, but now people are full of lingering, fascinating mystical imagery, compared to the Turkic is known for its music and dance, the first musician of the country is not inferior.

Xiao Yin was sluggish.

The aftermath still lingers.

Bi Xuan's heart sank, he stopped his body, and raised his voice: "It turned out that Brother Ning Dao was here, how fortunate was Bi Mou?"

The other party came prepared, and the flexible and subtle spiritual power had already accompanied Xiao Yin to escape into the air, locking him invisibly and truthfully, entangled him and the other party like spider silk, through this invisible spider silk, the other party could sense all the changes in his magical powers.

At this time, running away has no effect except for making him fall into his own momentum and bring humiliation on himself.

The blue sky is like a wash, the sun is slanting westward, and the hills and fields gently reflect the golden sun.

In this moving world where the earth and the warm glow are one, Ning Daoqi's voice came from the hilly and sparse forest in front of him, and he didn't need to exhale to raise his voice, but the words sounded clearly in Bi Xuan's ear drums, as if Ning Daoqi, a Gaidai master who was known as the Central Plains Daomen Sanren and the most likely to win the Great Grandmaster, was whispering in his ear: "How I hope that Brother Bi has come to Middle-earth this time to talk to me for a drink and share his experience of life...... Only hate heaven and earth and are unkind, take all things as dogs, let us sink upside down, and keep the heart in the chest!

Now the good opportunity for China to move from division to reunification is close at hand, but it has been repeatedly maliciously destroyed by the prairie, and I am so tired that I, a big fool who has forgotten the years and years of leisurely nature, and does not know how to return, have to have the cheekiness to ask Brother Bi to give me guidance, but I have not considered whether I can afford it, and I ask Brother Bi to be merciful to my subordinates. ”

When the words fell, the dusty figure of Ning Daoqi Eguanbo appeared on the top of the hill.

What attracts Bi Xuan the most is a pair of indisputable eyes, looking at them, it is like looking at another world that has nothing to do with this mundane, as if it can be eternally maintained in a mysterious and unpredictable level, and it contains a huge and incomparable power, and the calm and elegant gaze reveals frankness, sincerity, and even a bit of innocence. With that quaint and slender face, there is a charm beyond the mortal.

Bi Xuan looked back at his own damaged and injured spirit and flesh, and couldn't help but secretly complain, Ning Daoqi was not the most likely to become a great grandmaster, but he had already really become one of the great grandmasters!

Even if he met Ning Daoqi in a perfect state, he was not sure of victory, let alone this state of labor and injury at this moment?

At their level, as long as the injuries to the flesh are not so serious that they die on the spot, they can still be healed one by one, and the broken heart veins and broken five organs are nothing, but the trauma at the spiritual level is completely different, and if it cannot trigger the spiritual sense, it is basically difficult to heal.

It's just that the life-and-death victory or defeat of their level of confrontation depends precisely on their mental state!

And "Yuwen Yong" finally hit, and the huge power of "Tianwei" forcibly shattered his highly condensed essence and spirit through the punch of the Yanyang Qi pillar that he was fighting with all his might, causing him to be injured not lightly by the three elements of essence, qi, and spirit.

In particular, the mental trauma not only made his all-round state seriously regressive, but it was even more difficult for him to settle down at any time, and he fell directly from the "demon god" who was respected in the prairie to the altar and fell into the previous "mortal" level.

This long-lost "mortal" feeling made him quite new and uncomfortable!

He could not forget the severe trauma, because it was a lingering mental instinct that made him feel weak and uncomfortable pain from the meridians of his whole body all the time, and the lack of qi and blood was the weight of annoyance.

The more he concentrated, the clearer the wounded feeling became, so that he could not advance into the realm of selflessness, but felt that he could only be a poor person who endured the pain in silence at this moment.

"Perhaps, after I was promoted to the Grand Master, it is impossible for me to make mistakes in face-to-face battles, but in the long-term game between countries and forces, I still lack long-term vision and consideration, and it is inevitable that there will be some carelessness or mistakes.

Moreover, like the Great Turks, my invincibility in the steppes and the Western Regions has made us more and more arrogant, and there is no room for sand in my eyes, and I have come here rashly to deal with Yuwen Yong this time, I am afraid that it has long been expected by others, and I will set a trap to intercept my retreat!"

Bi Xuan knew very well that he had gone deep into the enemy country this time, and after the assassination attempt on the monarch of the enemy country, he was already an enemy.

If he goes straight north, he will be surrounded and intercepted by tens of thousands of elite cavalry gathered in the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he will die without life; if he chooses to go east or south, he will also be chased and killed by the masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he will also die in the same life.

Only if he goes west as soon as possible to enter the territory of Tuyuhun, because the Tuyuhun royal court was conscripted by the Great Zhou Dynasty last year and has not recovered his vitality so far, he is unable to dispatch a large number of elite cavalry and master groups to chase and kill him, in order to give him the greatest vitality.

And this is precisely what some big forces and great wisdom people in Middle-earth expected, so there is Ning Daoqi's precise interception.

What really dealt him a fatal blow was still the sudden outburst of "Yuwen Yong" that was completely unreasonable, otherwise in his plan, he would at most only have to bear a few painless minor injuries to kill Yu Wenyong quickly, save the state of ninety percent of the nine, and then retreat abruptly in the crisis.

And he is still not sure whether the outbreak of "Yuwen Yong" is an important part of the design of Ning Daoqi and others?

Ning Daoqi was also puzzled about this matter, and when he saw Bi Xuan's embarrassed image of being covered in mud and his face as if he had burned blisters, with his profound cultivation, he couldn't help but be surprised: Buddhism actually has the means to forcibly defeat the great master?

When the holy monks such as Likong and Emperor Xin contacted him, they just said that there was a way to make Yuwen Yong's strength skyrocket, and the dying counterattack would give Bi Xuan as much more injury as possible, not that Yuwen Yong could defeat Bi Xuan head-on and hit him hard!

"Is there something else going on here?"

In fact, the thoughts of empty and others, Ning Daoqi is clear in his heart, and he also has the same idea, whether it is Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, the foundation is in the people of Middle Earth who believe in the three religions, and the prosperity of Middle Earth is the prosperity of Buddhism, and it is best to unify Middle Earth, rule the world, and promote the three religions, and entertain themselves;

On the contrary, if the Turks, who believe in the strong and cruel and easy to kill, break into Middle-earth, the lower-class wolf riders will not only not donate money to temples and palaces like the people of Middle-earth, but will also use cattle as horses, but will also rob and kill monks in turn, even if there is no shortage of believers in Buddhism in the upper Turkic class, what is the use?

Even after the labor pain, the Turks will eventually support the Taoist Buddha to maintain their rule over Middle-earth, how can it compare to the autonomy of the Middle-earth people, and the three religions of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism have been steadily thriving?

The old big forces that do not occupy a dominant position like turbulence and change, and Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are no exception!

Buddhism cannot tolerate Yuwen Yong's ban on Buddhism, but it can accept Yu Wenyong's heirs to restore Buddhism in time and build temples...... As for whether to change the dynasty, it is actually dispensable in Buddhism, and at most pay attention to the initiative when pushing the boat down the river.

After the ultimate confrontation with "Yu Wenyong", he felt that his recent stagnant realm had loosened, as long as he could successfully return to the prairie and heal the injuries of his spirit one by one, he might not be able to go further.

So he said decisively and calmly, "Brother Dao should understand that we are a wolf nation, living in the majestic prairie for a long time, growing up and thriving in continuous wars, and now dominating the land, and also forming a national character that is not good at change. The glory of a soldier is won back with blood and life, and after recognizing the goal, he will never shrink down and change.

If it weren't for Brother Dao being one of my long-standing opponents, I wouldn't want to say much, and if Brother Dao wants to make a move, please do it as soon as possible!"

Before he could say anything, he took the lead in condensing his momentum, perhaps the majesty was slightly inferior to the strength of the mountains and mountains in his previous heyday, but at this time, it was even more ferocious and fierce, just like the injured wolf king, often more terrifying.

............

Northeast direction.

Fan Qinghui's shadow like a Limbo fairy gradually caught up with a tall man wearing a hat and carrying an exotic sword.

Perhaps he felt that he could not avoid it, so the tall man turned to wait, he had an unusually narrow face, and all the features on it were all shortcomings that no one wanted to have, more like they were all crowded into a pile, which made his forehead appear particularly high, his chin was slender and a little profligate, and the curved and folded bridge of his nose was disproportionately high, making his eyes and mouth even more small in comparison.

Fortunately, there is a long black hair draped over the shoulders, which reconciles the incongruity between the broad shoulders and the narrow face, otherwise it will be even more awkward and weird.

"I have heard for a long time that Master Fu's martial arts and swordsmanship are concentrated in the earth, the Western Regions and Goryeo, and he is a cardinal, I wonder if Qinghui is fortunate enough to be taught a few moves by Master Fu [Yi Swordsmanship]?"

Fan Qinghui's gaze was firmly focused on Fu Cailin's scabbard, although Fu Cailin's sword was not unsheathed, and there was no intention of unsheathing it now, but her spiritual feelings were all involuntarily focused on Fu Cailin's Yi sword, not with eyes, only with divine encounters, it seemed that the elegant and simple sword with the sword shape naturally had some kind of extraordinary and fascinating spirituality. (To be continued.) )