On the banks of the Fen River, tents rose up in a row.

Jie Li had to be satisfied. After taking over the throne of Khan in his own place, he implemented centralization of power within and weakened the power of the little 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 the Wei River from afar, and sighed in his heart that when he was worshipping Emperor Wen of Sui with his father, he was stunned by the grandeur and prosperity of Daxing City. He never thought that one day, the Turks could stand on the land of the Central Plains people, like a real master.

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

Jie Li waved his whip and said to his generals: "Cross the river!"

The army rose up.

This time Jie Li came to the south and brought not many troops, only more than 20,000. Together with the 10,000 troops that had already entered the pass, it was only one-tenth of the troops in other countries.

But among his troops heading south, there were elite troops, especially the Golden Wolf Army guarding around the king's tent, which was the personal soldiers of the Khan. In the Turkic country, he also had one to ten.

Such strength is almost unstoppable in the split Central Plains.

Because of the high pressure in the Turks, it was no longer as harmonious as Shibi Khan at that time, so most of Jie Li's energy was suppressing the domestic ****.

Taking advantage of the decisive battle between domestic forces, we joined forces with the warlords in the north to eliminate the Li family that focused on the south in one fell swoop. In this way, there was no force in the Central Plains that could unify the world.

This is his wish and Zhao Deyan's suggestion.

Jie Li looked at Zhao Deyan deeply and felt a little disdainful. It was probably because of such a person in the Central Plains that he had reached the point today.

Zhao Deyan seemed not to see his indifference, turned his face and looked at the south, feeling excited.

Since childhood, his teacher Changsun Sheng had been talking about Han dynasties and Central Plains in his ears. He had also yearned for the flower world of the Central Plains. But he wanted him to give up his position below the Turks and become Shi Zhixuan's dog like Changsun Sheng. Zhao Deyan disdained him.

Since Song Que and Qin Mu fought to the decisive battle, he also felt the changes in the world at that moment, and hurriedly persuaded Jie Linan to come, not to destroy the Li family, but to Liang Shidu under the villa.

Mr. Liang is his important chess piece in the pass. He and him are only able to have his current status with him, both light and dark, both inside and outside. If there is any mistake, his plan will also go bankrupt.

"Teacher, I will return to the Central Plains and use the way I like."

He looked at Guanzhong from afar, and he didn't understand why the teacher had to drag his sick body back there before he died.

On the other side of the river, several messengers had already escorted wine, meat and supplies and Han girls to welcome them. In central Shanxi, troops of Liu Wuzhou and others gathered quietly.

The Turkic cavalry of one division and one division rushed to the floating bridge like a tide, looking at the opposite shore, with blood and hunger in their eyes.

The boundless sea of ​​flags fluttered in the breeze, which was very spectacular.

Jie Li looked at his most elite son, full of confidence. How could the weak Central Plains people be possessed in this flowery world? The warm wind from the Central Plains blew towards him, like those women who paid tribute to the Central Plains, with some fragrance waiting for him to conquer.

He was a little fascinated.

Until, he saw a man, a horse.

The man galloped from the other side, with the sound of horse hooves stomping, and the white horse under him was not covered with hair.

He passed by the envoys on the other side like the wind, with more than 20,000 people, and no one saw how he took action. However, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe in the head, with the pleasant smile that he had not had time to put away, his head fell to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the Turkic cavalry on the other side.

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

Jie Li was in the army, but he felt that his eyes seemed to be looking straight into his heart.

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

Zhao Deyan beside him said in a trembling voice: "Qin Mu!"

Jie Li knew who he was talking about, but he seemed to not know who he was talking about.

He never knew that someone could be so terrible.

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

Qin Mu jumped on his horse and actually jumped into the river dozens of meters wide. When he saw him committing suicide, the Turks were stunned and forgot to shoot arrows.

But I saw that the white horse seemed to come from the sky, standing steadily in the river, flowing under its hooves, like solid land.

The horse's hooves leaped, and the white horse seemed very proud. It stomped on the water strangely and rushed towards the opposite shore.

The Turkic cavalry by the river were already shocked, and they knelt on the ground, murmured to ask for the gods' punishment.

But the Golden Wolf Army was the first elite in the Turks. Although it was shocked, it still steadily shot the bow and arrow in its hands towards Qin Mu.

The sky was filled with rain of arrows and shot straight towards Qin Mu, and the sky suddenly became dark.

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

With the Turks's best riding archery, he could not even break through his body-protecting true energy. How could Jie Li treat Qin Mu as a human in his heart?

Qin Mu, however, did not care what he was thinking, as if he had just one or two breaths and came to the formation of the Turkic soldiers.

A close fight.

No one can describe this battle.

The Turkic people's long sword and short spear seemed to have no effect on Qin Mu at all. The white horse under him was galloping freely, and Qin Mu was bare-handed but was rampant.

No one can stop him from having a breath.

The Turks have never seen peerless masters, and Bi Xuan is the god in their hearts.

But Qin Mu told them about his past ignorance and ridiculousness.

That kind of strength that cannot be seen is the most intimidating force.

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

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

When Qin Mu walked only three feet away from him, Jie Li had already calmed down completely.

He seemed to see the passing of his life, the humiliating childhood, the intrigue young man, and the proud and fulfilling present.

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

The palm drew a perfect arc, ending all his vitality.

Zhao Deyan beside him had already cut off his breath and was actually self-destructive. He understood Qin Mu's horror better than Jie Li, so how could there be a trace of luck?

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

The Turks separated like a tide, looking at this man like a demon.

There is a kind of power that makes people unable to even avenge their hatred.
Chapter completed!