A thought that had only appeared in the minds of his enemies before suddenly flashed through Bi Xuan's mind: "How can there be such a tall and perfect body in the world?"
The Yanyang Qigong is also a magical skill that integrates the inside and outside. Bi Xuan, who has become a great master with this magical skill, is naturally very conceited in body training. Looking at the Turks, only his body is the tallest and majestic, and his muscles are the most pleasing to the eye.
The Sanren Ning Daoqi, who had a draw with him back then, was already one of the tallest men in the Central Plains, and was nothing more than mediocre in his eyes.
Bi Xuan was refreshed, and after crushing this inexplicable thought, he raised his spear and pointed towards the city: "Bi Xuan is here, Ye Wei dares to fight!"
The sound wave broke out and swept for several miles. In an instant, no one inside or outside the city knew about it.
"Bi Xuan is here!"
The God of War of the Grasslands, the Martial Lord Bixuan is really here!
Bixuan actually used words as soon as he opened his mouth. Regardless of whether Ye Wei dared to accept the challenge or not, he established his brave and fearless image.
"We are not here yet. Since you are seeking death, I will help you first!"
Even though his hair was fried, Ye Wei still didn't look like an emperor at all. He stepped out of the city wall without even drawing his sword.
Now the earth is no longer bound by Ye Wei. He jumped up and rushed out from the twenty-foot city wall. Then he stepped into the void and rushed towards Bi Xuan who was galloping towards him.
"Fly! Your Majesty is flying!"
"Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty!"
"Kill the Turkic barbarians!"
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Outside the city wall of Luoyang, people from the martial arts world were crowded with people who came to watch the battle after hearing the news. Seeing that Ye Wei had appeared on the stage with such power, the sky was filled with excitement!
The moment Ye Wei set off, everyone's eyes were completely attracted to him.
Even Bi Xuan couldn't help but ignore everything around him, and it seemed that only Ye Wei, who was walking in the air, was left in his field of vision.
And all of this, before today, on all battlefields, belonged to him, Bi Xuan.
"Martial Lord Bi Xuan? Do you have any last words?" Ye Wei asked condescendingly from a distance.
Bi Xuan only felt that his mind was disturbed so much that he could hardly control it. A violent emotion arose from the bottom of his heart, and he just wanted to tear the other party into pieces.
How many years has Bi Xuan not felt this kind of condescending gaze?
Shame, this is the shame of Prairie God of War, the Martial Lord Bi Xuan!
It must be washed with the blood of the Emperor of the Central Plains!
"Last words?" Bi Xuan jumped up and shouted: "Keep it to yourself!"
Accompanied by the whistling sound, there was billowing heat outside Bi Xuan's body.
The environment outside Luoyang City seemed to have turned into a desert outside the Great Wall the moment Bi Xuan took action. The martial arts people watching the battle felt their mouths were dry, as if they had been exposed to the sun for a long time due to lack of water, and
Bi Xuan was the domineering sun that exposed them all.
Bi Xuan's martial arts will is truly the only one in heaven and earth.
The gazes gathered when Ye Wei soared into the air were also divided by Bi Xuan at this moment, forming a rivalry.
Bi Xuan, who grew up on the grassland, was unrestrained and direct, making no secret that his true purpose was to kill Ye Wei.
Ye Wei, who was roasted by Bi Xuan's scorching sun, felt the killing intent coming from him, and laughed loudly: "At noon, the yang energy is at its strongest, which is the right time for beheading!"
As soon as the words fell, he was covered with a palm!
Although Ye Wei, who sat on the throne, had already enriched the system's arsenal, the one he used most conveniently and skillfully was this heart-breaking palm that was specially designed to hit the head.
In the eyes of the martial arts people watching the battle, this palm seemed to be as big as the sky, giving people a feeling of blocking out the sky and the sun. Except for Zhu Yuyan, the great masters who understood this palm all had solemn expressions and constricted pupils, and they all
Estimating whether he can catch this palm.
The atmosphere changed instantly, and Bi Xuan's momentum, which had finally been reversed by the burst of Yanyang Qigong, suddenly evaporated again.
The vitality of heaven and earth rolled down, and Ye Wei used all his strength in this attack.
Facing this palm, Bi Xuan felt that the moment Ye Wei swooped out, a dark hole appeared in his palm. The dark hole seemed to lead to another space, constantly spreading terrifying shadows. The hole itself also emitted radiation.
It has infinite absorbing power, as if it wants to absorb all the brilliance and heat.
Bi Xuan felt like he was rushing towards this black hole involuntarily!
Ye Wei's martial arts will is simple and crude, and can be summed up in one sentence: "Let's see who is more reckless than who!"
Bi Xuan wanted to kill Ye Wei, so why didn't Ye Wei aim at killing Bi Xuan?
Ye Wei volleyed with a heart-breaking palm and was in front of Bi Xuan in an instant.
Bi Xuan, who had always been calm and unhurried, had already tried his best at this time.
In the decades since he became famous, Bi Xuan has never been so embarrassed. He spent all his strength, but he could only parry and not fight back.
However, Bi Xuan would never give up easily. He looked up at Ye Wei, his foreign eyes showed neither sadness nor joy, and the heat around him disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The power sent and received by the heart returned to his body instantly, without any dissipation. Instead, Bi Xuan's body heated up rapidly, as if the power in his body was being compressed.
"Kill!" Like the roar of a wolf, Bi Xuan threw the war spear in his hand into Ye Wei's palm like an exploding star!
At this moment, the sun is clearly high in the sky, but the battle between the two is like the sun god facing the eternal night sky, trying to cut through the darkness with a spear.
If it were in the past, Bi Xuan would have been able to blind half of the spectators with just the light of this spear.
However, today, Bi Xuan's offensive was like a spark in the dark, lonely and stubborn.
The sparks flashed away.
Night covered the sky.
A huge roar sounded, and the ground outside Luoyang City shook violently.
The martial arts people watching the battle seemed to have been tapped on the shoulder. They suddenly woke up from the terrible darkness. They looked up and found that the dazzling sun above their heads was still there, and they couldn't help but feel grateful.
Then they remembered that they were here to watch the battle between Demon Emperor Ye Wei and the three great masters.
Everyone immediately looked towards the direction where Ye Wei and Bi Xuan were fighting.
But I saw Ye Wei stepping on the void, with his hands behind his back, and his silky black hair flying.
Although Bi Xuan on the war horse still held out his chest and raised his hands, the heat was still rising in his body, but the fiery and domineering momentum had dissipated, and his perfect muscles were dried up together with the horse under his crotch.
twist.
Moreover, the former prairie god of war no longer had his head, and the blood spurting from his neck had long since dispersed in the air, leaving only a vaguely faint blood mist.
"Victory!"
"Your Majesty wins!"
"The Turkic barbarian was beaten to death!"
"Your Majesty said that noon is the right time for beheading!"
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While the spectators were talking about it, Bi Xuan's body fell from the horse and fell into the dirt.