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After taking over the throne of the Khan from Luo Khan, Jieli centralized power internally and weakened the power of those minor khans, but externally he mainly suppressed the powerful local warlords in the Central Plains, making the Turks invincible.

He looked at the other side of Weishui from afar, and secretly sighed in his heart that when he followed his father to worship Emperor Wen of Sui, he was once stunned by the grandeur and prosperity of Daxing City, where did he think that one day, the Turks could stand on the land of the Central Plains, like a real master.

Zhao Deyan saw the intoxicated expression on his face, but his heart was complicated and indescribable.

I saw Jieli wave his horsewhip and say to his generals: "Cross the river!"

The army rose up.

This time, Jie Li came to the south, and he did not bring many soldiers and horses, but more than 20,000, plus the 10,000 troops who had already entered the customs, which was only one-tenth of his domestic troops.

But among the soldiers and horses he went south, they were all elite divisions, especially the Golden Wolf Army guarding around the king's tent, which was the Khan's own soldiers, and in the Turkic country, they were also ten.

Such strength, in the fragmented Central Plains, is almost unstoppable.

Because of the high pressure in the Turkic country, it is no longer as harmonious as the Shibi Khan at that time, so most of Jieli's energy is on suppressing the **** in the country.

Taking advantage of the decisive battle of domestic forces, he united with the warlords of the north and eliminated the Li lords who focused on the south in one fell swoop, so that the Central Plains no longer had a force that could dominate the world.

This is his wish, and it is also Zhao Deyan's suggestion.

Jieli took a deep look at Zhao Deyan, and felt slightly disdainful in his heart, the Central Plains probably had such a person to get to the point where it is today.

Zhao Deyan didn't seem to see his indifference, turned his face sideways, looked south, and his heart was agitated.

Since he was a child, his teacher Changsun Sheng has been talking in his ear about Han Tong and the Central Plains, and he has also longed for the world of flowers in the Central Plains. But if he wants to be like Changsun Sheng, give up his position above 10,000 people under the Turks, and be Shi Zhixuan's dog, he Zhao Deyan disdainful.

Since the decisive battle between Song Que and Qin Mu, he also felt the changes in heaven and earth at that moment, so he hurriedly persuaded Jieli to come south, not to destroy Li Valve, but for the sake of Liang Shidu under the villa.

Master Liang is his important chess piece in the pass, he and him are one bright and one dark, one inside and one outside, so that he can have his current status, if there is the slightest mistake, his plan is also bankrupt.

"Teacher, I will return to the Central Plains in my own preferred way. ”

He looked at Guanzhong from afar, and never understood why the teacher had to drag his sick body back there before he died.

On the other side of the river, there were already several people who escorted wine and meat and Han women, and came to greet them, and in the middle of Shanxi, there were troops of Liu Wuzhou and others, quietly assembled.

The Turkic iron horsemen of one division and one division rushed to the pontoon bridge like a tide, looking at the opposite bank with blood and hunger in their eyes.

The boundless sea of flags, fluttering in the breeze, is very spectacular.

Jieli looked at the most elite sons and daughters under him, and was full of ambition, how can the weak Central Plains people deserve to possess this world of flowers? The warm wind of the Central Plains is blowing towards him, like those women who have paid tribute from the Central Plains, with some fragrant fragrance, waiting for him to conquer.

He was a little intoxicated.

Until, he saw a man, a horse.

The man galloped from the other side, his horse's hooves trampling, and the white horse beneath him had not a trace of stray hair.

He was like the wind, passing by the messengers on the other side, more than 20,000 people, and none of them saw how he made a move, but the middle-aged man in the brocade robe led by him, with a flattering smile that he had not had time to put away, fell to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the Turkic cavalry on the opposite bank.

His gaze was like lightning, and everyone who saw his face felt that he was looking at himself.

Jieli was in the middle of the army, but he felt that his gaze seemed to be looking straight into his heart.

He himself seemed to be in the wilderness, naked, without a trace of secrets.

I only heard Zhao Deyan beside him say in a trembling voice: "Qin Mu!"

Jieli knew who he was talking about, but he didn't seem to know who he was talking about.

He never knew that anyone could be so terrible.

The cavalry beside him shouted, bent his bow and arrows, and more than 20,000 cold arrows pointed at Qin Mu.

I saw Qin Mu jumping on his horse, and he actually jumped into the river that was dozens of meters wide, and when he saw his act like suicide, the Turks were stunned and forgot to shoot arrows.

But he saw that the white horse seemed to come from heaven, and stood firmly in the river, and the water flowed under its hooves, as if it were solid ground.

The horse's hooves jumped, and the white horse seemed to be very proud, and stamped on the water with novelty, and rushed towards the opposite shore again.

The Turkic cavalry by the river, already in a state of shock, knelt on the ground and muttered a plea for the gods' punishment.

However, the Golden Wolf Army was the first-class elite of the Turks, and although they were terrified in their hearts, they still steadily shot the bow and arrow in their hands towards Qin Mu.

The sky was full of arrows, shooting straight towards Qin Mu, and the sky suddenly darkened.

The arrows came five feet in front of him, but they fell to the ground as if they had been manipulated by something. Even the horses under him were unscathed.

With the Turkic crown in the world, he couldn't even break through his protective true qi, in Jieli's heart, where could he treat Qin Mu as a human being?

Qin Mu didn't care what he was thinking, as if he only took a breath or two, and came to the front of the Turkic soldiers.

Meet at close quarters.

No one can describe this battle.

The long knives and short spears of the Turks seemed to have no effect on Qin Mu at all, and the white horses under him galloped wantonly, Qin Mu was bare-handed, but he was rampant.

No one can stop him from breathing even for a moment.

The Turks are not unprecedented, and Bi Xuan is the god in their hearts.

But Qin Mu told them that he was ignorant and ridiculous in the past.

That kind of strength that has no end in sight is the most intimidating power.

The Turks slapped on the rock of Qin Mu like a tide, but they found out in despair that this was a fairy mountain that had stood for a hundred years and had no edge in sight.

No matter how afraid of death, they are also afraid of this kind of despair that can drive people crazy.

When Qin Mu was only three zhang away from him, Jieli had completely calmed down.

He seemed to see the passage of his life, the humiliating childhood, the intriguing youth, and the complacent present.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that there was suddenly a white jade-like palm in front of him.

The palm of his hand made a perfect arc, ending all his life.

Zhao Deyan beside him has already cut off his breath, and he is actually self-judged, he understands Qin Mu's horror better than Jieli, where can there be a trace of luck?

Qin Mu glanced at his body, turned around and rode away.

The Turks, however, parted like a tide, looking at this man like a demon god.

There is a kind of power that people can't even afford to hate.