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What is unusual is that in the past, in order to highlight the unique status of the Great Khan, there would be a space of more than ten zhang around the Golden Horde, and outside of it were the tents of the Khan's wife, concubines, children and other nobles, but tonight, these ten zhang space was filled with many new tents.

But none of these new tents are lit up, and none of them are popular, and they all seem to be strangely idle!

In the central golden tent, the bowl sat alone in the main seat, holding a dagger to cut the hot roast leg of mutton meat and sending it to his mouth, munching heavily, and the corners of his mouth were oily.

However, no one knew that this kind of one-year-old ram foreleg meat that was not big or small was no longer as tender and crispy as before, making him taste like chewing wax and difficult to swallow.

Reluctantly eating a few more slices, he couldn't help but drop his dagger and shouted, "Who roasted the leg of mutton tonight? Why is it so unpalatable? Beat the derelict slave to death!"

There was a promise at the tent door, and the footsteps faded away...... A moment later, a terrible cry of death was heard in the distance.

He snorted coldly, raised his glass and drank it all, the strong fishy smell rushing to his nose, so that he couldn't help but snort all the mare's milk wine in his mouth on the precious red Persian carpet.

For the first time in his life, he was extremely disgusted with the fishy smell of mare's milk wine, and always felt that it was as pungent as the smell of blood!

"Take that ......"

He was about to order the death of the slave who made the mare's milk wine, but he suddenly stopped, but he faintly realized that he was in a state of mind, irritable, and angry, so that his food was tasteless, and it was not the business of those servants.

"It's a pity for Arnold...... His skill in roasting a leg of mutton is the best in my tribe, and even Datou, Zhaotu and others are full of praise, and they will never be able to eat his roasted leg of mutton in the future!"

He Bo shook his head regretfully, folded his hands, placed them on the dantian qi sea part, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled it, and gradually immersed himself in a state of pranayama, trying to forcibly calm his mind with the innate mental method.

It is a pity that the innate mind method is diametrically opposed to the acquired mind method, the acquired will to guide the qi, the more vigorous and strong the willpower, the more lively and rapid the acquired true qi, and extreme emotions such as hatred and anger can often make the acquired true qi burst out with extraordinary power;

However, the reason why the innate is congenital is that it is done without doing anything, unintentionally, and secretly fitting the opportunity of heaven and earth to move and stillness, so the more the state of mind is extremely quiet and quiet, the more the innate true qi will be static and omnipotent.

On the contrary, if you are upset, you will be inherently true and quiet, and you will become more and more obscure and lazy. No matter how strong the willpower is, forcibly gathering and controlling the innate true qi is like forcibly pressing the cow to drink water, not only can it not get what it wants, but it is easy to cause the innate true qi to rebound and riot, and the anger goes crazy.

Even if he reluctantly controlled the innate true qi with his strong willpower, the original very skill, due to the internal friction of self-resistance, only six or seven points of power were used, how could he defeat the enemy?

Therefore, at this moment, the forcible operation of the pre-natal weather power to suppress the mind is really a sacrifice to the end, and the effect is better than nothing!

At the moment in the middle of the moon, Tong Bo's heart jumped suddenly, and the innate true qi that was forcibly gathered suddenly collapsed, and before he was discouraged and depressed, he had already heard Qingyue's words penetrating through the account, as if falling from the distant and ethereal sky, and whispering in the ears of relatives and close friends, "Tu Bo Khan, Pei Ju is here to fulfill the contract, I hope to beg to see you!"

"Boom!"

More than a dozen tents around the Golden Horde burst open without warning.

In the sound of leather tearing, more than 30 powerful masters of various colors flashed, and the knives, guns, axes and axes that were ready to fire reflected a terrifying cold light under the moonlight, and seemed to be ready to break all the opponents in front of them into pieces.

However, in the next moment, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other, their eyes were suspicious - it turned out that they were hiding in the tent just now, and suddenly they felt that the words came into their ears, and the killing intent was coming, and it was obvious that the enemy was standing outside their tent, but at this moment, how could there be a trace of the enemy?

"In heaven!"

Someone inadvertently looked up and couldn't help but exclaim.

More than 30 masters looked up at the sky together, but saw one person with his hands behind his back, leaning on the bright moon, taking advantage of the void and resisting the wind, and slowly descending from the sky.

His complexion was fair, and at first glance he looked like a statue carved from crystal, transcending the beauty of all beings in the world, and his eyes were as clear as a bottomless pool, like two precious stones in the night, and when he was not moving, he seemed to be completely lifeless, and when he flickered, he was shining brighter than the brightest stars in the sky. The nose is tall and the lips are angular, showing remarkable perseverance and determination.

Purple clothes and white skin, strong contrast.

His whole person was full of a strange charm, and he didn't show the slightest momentum, just the posture of looking down on the world and giving up on me has made people's hearts chill.

Everyone below had a very strange feeling, and although he was floating more than twenty feet above them, they didn't feel his presence at all.

That is, if they closed their eyes, they would be completely unaware that he was swooping down on them!

Everyone's heart palpitated for a while, you must know that the masters of their level, since they don't light more torches and braziers in the middle of the night, it is the confident vision that is only an auxiliary for them, dispensable, and the dark night actually has no effect on their combat power.

Just because they have cultivated a sense of touch that is close to the sixth sense, although there is no trace, as long as someone approaches, the mind is a warning sign, only the enemy's blade is pointed, the skin and qi are immediately sensitive, and the targeted counterattack will follow, all of them will be hit.

However, at this moment, this set cannot be used at all on this enemy who has fallen from the sky.

The murderous intent that had just misled them was the best proof of this!

"Goo-dong!"

Someone was so distraught that he couldn't help but swallow his saliva...... But this sound is incomparably harsh in the stagnant environment at this moment!

Everyone's hearts sank, as if the man had swallowed not saliva, but a thousand weighing stones, blocking everyone's chest and abdomen.

"Hoo ......"

The golden tent was suddenly opened, and the bowl dragon walked out, laughing, "Pei Gong is here, and the humble house is shining!"

As if infected by the pride in his laughter, everyone felt a little less pressure, and they were busy condensing their wills and gathering their strength, trying to fight against this formless but ubiquitous spiritual oppression.

The night wind whistled in the middle of the air, but Shi Zhixuan's whole body was silent, like a natural jade statue, and suddenly smiled slightly, and suddenly the world was full of vitality and vitality.

It seems that he has become the eternal and only center of the universe, and whether it is the night sky, the stars, or the bright moon, it is only one of his foils.

"I am a little relieved that the Khan was able to take advantage of the great terror of life and death to break free from the spiritual shackles that he had imposed on him and restore his original state of mind...... It's a pity that the light of the fireflies, how can it compete with the bright moon?"

Everyone's hearts sank, including Tong Bo, and they felt a great blow to their confidence, and their momentum was in vain—it turned out that the invisible attack of the enemy had already begun, and they were unaware of it!

At this moment, Shi Zhixuan's eyes froze, and his sword pointed out, pointing directly at the bowl.

In his life, he had never seen anyone's eyes, and half as sharp as Shi Zhixuan, what was amazing was that his vision was like substance, like an indestructible blade, penetrating through his own eyes, and stabbing heavily into the depths of his soul again and again.

He suddenly couldn't breathe, his heart palpitated, and his whole body seemed to soften.

A feeling of weakness and despair spread throughout the body, and I felt that this opponent who fell from the sky was a giant who had no way to defeat him, a god and demon!

At the moment when the sword pointed at the predetermined point, the hazy moonlight fluctuated like flowing water, and everyone seemed to hear the sound of the water flowing in a flash, and thousands of sword blades appeared around Shi Zhixuan, like a crystal sword condensed by the cool moonlight, which was beautiful.

Everyone felt cold all over their bodies, and they all felt that the moonlight sprinkled on their bodies carried an all-pervasive threat, and it seemed that in the next moment, it would become a sharp blade controlled by the enemy, stabbing their own skin and flesh fiercely.

"Protect the Great Khan!"

Some people shouted hoarsely, and more than 30 people involuntarily rose up, swords, guns and axes pointed straight into the sky.

The next moment, Shi Zhixuan moved, thousands of crystal sword qi circled around his body, and a crystal dragon swooped down, sinking more than ten zhang of space like a teleportation, and appeared straight among the more than thirty leaping masters, shaking his head and tail, and swimming meanderingly.

"Dingding......

The sound of the clash of blades echoed through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the Pengpeng blood mist dyed the crystal dragon into a blood crystal dragon, and the human body that had lost its breath and the swords, spears, axes, and axes that were broken in two kept falling like dumplings.

The Blood Crystal Dragon circled gracefully and crashed into the bowl.

"Move!"

He roared hoarsely in his heart, but he had no strength in his body, and the whole person stood frozen in front of the tent door in a daze, with cloudy tears and endless fear in his eyes, allowing the blood crystal dragon to devour him.

As if swallowing a speck of dust that was not enough to worry about, the blood crystal dragon rushed into the tent door without pause, and the winding dragon's body sank into the golden tent inch by inch.

The front of the tent was empty, as if the bowl had never existed!

A moment later, countless warriors swarmed in, and the generals who were the first to rush into the golden tent were all cold when they looked at the dragon-shaped blood stains on the carpet in the tent, as well as the equally empty golden tent.

"Whoosh! Dig three feet into the ground to find the Great Khan!"

The Khan who commanded the Golden Horde was thunderous, but he couldn't hide his own cold sweat, his back brocade robe was wet, and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest like a drum.

With the Golden Tent as the center, countless torches were lit up on the earth, flowing back and forth, shuttling endlessly, the noisy hoofs resounded through the night sky, tents were torn and trampled, and women and children in disheveled clothes hugged each other and wept with anxiety......

It was destined to be a sleepless night, and it will be remembered by countless Turkic warriors for the rest of their lives!

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

On a low hill in the distance, Bi Xuan, who was dressed in a black robe, held a spear and rode a horse, standing still, and the people and horses exuded an inexplicable and terrifying momentum together, as if they were gods and demons secretly ruling the prairie.

A pair of eyes full of strange charm, cold and radiant, were emotionless, like the ocean full of underwaters, moving with stillness, and the eyes with stillness were poured into the vicinity of the golden tent where the fire flickered.

Infinite battle intent soars like a flame, and men and horses can charge out at any time and deliver a shocking blow!

"The breath disappeared without a trace, so that I could not feel the ...... at all"

Bi Xuan sighed lightly, and the Moon Wolf Spear weighing ninety-nine catties in his hand hung down gloomily.

At his level, just a big khan is not in his eyes at all, after all, a big khan has died, and there are more than a dozen to dozens of small khans who can make up for it at any time, rushing to get to the top, and at least one-third of them may not be worse than the bowl.

And what he really values is whether he can eliminate Pei Ju, an unprecedented huge threat for the Great Turks!

He is full of confidence in this interception, as long as the other people and horses are one, and he uses all his strength to gather on the tip of the moon wolf's spear, and send out a world-wide blow to injure the target - no one in the world can be safe and sound under his spear, including himself will suffer a heavy backlash, and he will die on the spot when he steps off the horse!

Once the target is wounded, unable to move smoothly, and his whereabouts are exposed, the subsequent encirclement and interception can be done by tens of thousands of Turkic wolf riders near the Golden Horde.

It's a pity that the reality is not as good as it should be?

Pei Ju was far more cunning and powerful than he imagined, and all kinds of magical secret techniques emerged one after another, making the "Traces of the Moonlit Night" heavy spear that he specially opened useless. (To be continued.) )