From the first five moves that destroy the saber to the last five moves that determine the outcome, everything seems clear and distinct, but it's also like a dream.
Mainly there is a sense of unreality.
The old man whose chest was pierced by a sword was "Crazy Thunder" He Zhe?
The undefeated great master who dominates the world?
Yes!
Because Hezhe didn't hesitate, he turned his right arm into a knife and slashed it back at a strange angle.
Huang Shang did not hesitate. The Purple Thunder Sword Qi in his right hand burst out, tearing apart Hezhe's internal organs crazily and destroying his vitality. His left palm rushed forward to meet him.
You are ninety years old, I am in my twenties, and my lack of skills is a cumulative time difference, but when it comes to his sharp-edged hard work, he is not afraid of anyone!
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!
Bang!
The two palms met, and now without the power of the magic weapon, Huang Shang suddenly felt a powerful force rushing in.
That was Hezhe's Nine Thunder Qi, which not only had domineering and boundless impact and tearing, but also had the ultimate transformation like Qu Aoning's Nine Transformations.
"But you can't compare to Xiang Yutian after all!"
Nearing the final moment of victory, Huang Shangtian's true energy surged, and the seven acupoints in his body turned into seven whirlpools, erupting crazily.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
For a moment, it was as if an immeasurable hurricane was blowing up inside the two men's bodies. There were two tit-for-tat leaders, each leading an army of infuriating energy that had undergone extreme changes, and they were engaged in the fiercest fight.
This is the most unpretentious battle of skills, just like the four palms facing each other in the world of low martial arts, and the steam steaming from the top of the head, heightening the atmosphere, the battle of internal skills cannot be more dangerous.
In the end, Huang Shang blocked it.
He returned the original energy of Nine Thunders, and drained out the remaining energy with a mouthful of blood, leaving the left half of his body paralyzed.
It can be seen from this that the gap in skill between the two is indeed huge.
They all fought to such an extent that they really had to clash palms with each other, a fight without any fancy, Huang Shang still couldn't fight with many moves.
But it doesn't matter, he won.
Seeing Huang Shang block the palm, He Zhe's eyes finally showed despair.
And with the same palm, Huang Shang's right hand was pulled out, and the Purple Thunder Sword was pulled out directly, and the whole person suddenly retreated.
The two sides were thirty feet apart, as if they were back at the starting point.
Hezhe was powerless to stop him and stood there, motionless and speechless. From the sword wound on his chest, a thin arrow of blood spurted out from his back, but the blood quickly stopped.
He still did not give up hope and used his supreme skills to suppress the injury.
This scene also made the Turkic Wolf Guard react with the last hope, holding their breath, hoping to see the birth of a miracle.
After Yanmen closed, Hu Luguang and others also became nervous.
Don’t let all your efforts go to waste!
Indeed not.
Because Huang Shang wiped the blood from his lips and flicked the purple thunder sword slightly.
Zheng!
A strange sword roar sounded, and Hezhe, who was trying his best to suppress the injuries in his body, was shaken, and several puffing sounds came from his body.
That was Huang Shang's palm just now, and the Tianyi Qi left in his body was exquisite and exquisite.
At this time, it is induced through the Awakening of Insects.
This is how terrifying the fusion technique is. Even Hezhe was hit by it, and a cloud of blood suddenly shot out from his back.
His brave aura was no longer visible, and his figure shrank, giving off a sense of death.
He Zhe is already ninety-one years old this year. Even in the world of Chinese martial arts, there is no such thing as a decline in skill with old age, and the end is not far away.
People like Xiang Yutian are exceptions after all. The great masters in this world are only a hundred years old.
So under normal circumstances, Hezhe could live for ten years.
But Zi Lei's sword cut off several years of his life.
"National Master!"
Amidst the shrill cries of the Turkic warriors, Huang Shang calmly returned his sword to its sheath.
"After all, my martial arts cultivation is inferior to yours. If I didn't take your life in this battle, I won't break my promise..."
He looked at He Zhe and turned around calmly: "It's ten moves, it's ten moves!"
When these words echoed in the sky, the faces of the Turks turned ashen.
If this arrogance had been spoken before, they would have only been scolded and ridiculed by them, and even Northern Qi would be ashamed.
But now, looking at the Turkic national master covered in blood, although he knows that the young master is also injured, who dares to say that if he continues to fight, he cannot really kill Kuang Lei Hezhe with his sword?
In fact, after ten moves, Huang Shang's Dantian Qi and seven acupoints were exhausted, with not a drop left.
However, if he really tried his best to squeeze the Dantian acupoints, he would still be able to fight, but the risk of dying together was too great.
Huang Shang would never place his own safety on the Northern Qi generals and night attack teams.
So he ended the legend of an era and put away his sword.
The world has opened a new chapter.
officially entered his era.
Both sides were quiet, watching Huang Shang's handsome back disappearing into Yanmen Pass.
Hezhe stood quietly on the spot. After a while, the wound finally stopped bleeding. He slowly turned around and returned to the way he came.
"National Preceptor?"
All the wolf guards rushed forward, but they did not dare to actually come to Hezhe, and stopped just ten feet away.
Because although Hezhe's face looked as usual and his aura did not seem to be particularly decayed, the blood hole in his chest was so sad and shocking that it made people feel that this short old man was like a fragile Central Plains porcelain.
If touched, it will fall apart.
"clothing!"
Hezhe looked at them, turning a blind eye to the distrustful expressions, and said.
Immediately, one of the wolf guards with the fastest reaction took action and retrieved the linen robe that had been thrown aside.
Hezhe reached out to take it, and smoothly put on his robe to cover up the wound: "Let's go!"
"Pursuit?"
After closing the Yanmen, watching the Turks leave, Hu Luxian asked.
At this time, five hundred Mingyue Guards were dispatched to have a chance to keep this great master forever.
But the cost will also be high.
"If you break your promise and pursue me, you will not only offend Mr. Pei, but you will also let 200,000 Turkic wolf cavalry madly attack Daqi. What is the benefit?"
Hu Luguang shook his head without hesitation and looked to the west, with a sharp look in his eyes: "What we have to do now is to show the Western thieves a powerful look!"
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Turkic camp.
Mu Zhan Khan was not frightened at all.
He and Hezhe were not twins, so how could they have any feelings about the duel between warriors far away in front of Yanmen Pass?
Therefore, the Great Khan did not panic at all and was as steady as an old wolf.
Since being comforted by Hezhe yesterday and regaining his confidence, he no longer worries about the decisive battle.
Thinking about it, even at an old age, I would actually think that the invincible national master would be defeated by an unknown Central Plains man.
Apart from the "Holy Monk", how many people in the world can block He Zhe's nine moves of the Thunder Sword with all his strength?
No matter how powerful that elusive assassin is, he is only powerful. If he really has the strength to overwhelm Hezhe head-on and directly assassinate the national master, why do he need to play tricks?
Wooden pole Khan figured it out.
If you no longer care, it will lead to chaos.
Then……
One of the most powerful wolf guards rushed back first. After entering the king's tent, he knelt down and said, "Great sweat! Great sweat!"
Mugan Khan looked at him with an unprecedented look of panic, and his expression couldn't help but change. He suddenly waved his hand to retreat, walked over in person, and whispered: "What's wrong?"
The wolf guard opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word at first. After a while, he said: "The Imperial Master was defeated! He was pierced through the chest with a sword! He was seriously injured!"
He couldn't help but shed tears as he spoke. His legs felt weak and he almost fell to his knees.
The color on Wooden Khan's face faded, and he suddenly grabbed his shoulders: "How many people know?"
Wolf Guard said: "It's just us and the Qi people from the Central Plains."
Mugan Khan closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly after a moment: "Don't let the Imperial Guards return to the camp, go directly back to the royal court to recuperate, go quickly!"
However, the Wolf Guard did not accept the order. He looked at Mugan Khan with red eyes and asked word by word: "Great Khan, do you want to give up the national division?"
Mugan Khan suddenly changed his color and replied word by word: "Who is more important, the national teacher or my khanate?"
Wolf Guard couldn't answer, and tears burst into his eyes.
Watching his departure, when he was the only one left in the huge Golden Wolf King's tent, Mugan Khan sat down helplessly, tears welling up in his eyes.
It's over.
It's all over.
Hezhe's defeat and serious injury not only affected his personal honor and disgrace, but also had an irreparable impact on the Turks' morale, and even had an impact on his position as Khan.
Next, he had to retreat.
It's not that the war can't be fought, but that the Turks can't be the winner, and they all make wedding clothes for the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
And this retreat was still a huge defeat.
Don't think that if you don't fight a war, you will have no losses. On the contrary, the Turks have a style of fighting to support war. They are eager for war, and war represents plunder. This time they mobilized troops, they have consumed a lot of food and grass, and internal conflicts have been stimulated.
I'm afraid it will take several more years until he gets things in order and gets back on his feet again.
"Can't wait any longer!"
"I can't wait any longer!"
Mugan Khan cried silently, his eyes dim with tears, as if he could see the future of the Turkic Empire.
Will they still have a future?
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In Jinyang City.
A carriage swayed into the city gate.
The driver was a powerful young man. Although he looked quite rough, his clothes and behavior showed the nobility and cultivation of a noble family.
He comes from the Pei family in Hedong.
In response to orders from the clan, he went to Yecheng to investigate Pei Ju, a direct descendant of the Western Household Family who was living in the Northern Qi Dynasty.
But what happened in Yecheng made the young man quite unhappy. He felt that he and the elders in the car had been tricked by that guy.
He was obviously trying to make a coat out of tiger skin, but he still dared to deceive the clan members. It was really audacious.
"When we meet, let him know the rules of the clan!"
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden rumble in the distance, and a thundering cheer erupted, and then spread over at an eye-popping speed.
Not long after, businessmen of all ethnic groups spontaneously poured onto the streets of Jinyang, turning into a sea of cheers.
"Defeat the Turkic Imperial Army in ten moves! The Turkic Army has retreated! The Turkic Army has retreated!"
The young man listened attentively, and soon showed a look of shock. He grabbed a warrior and asked: "You said that the Turks defeated the national division and forced the Turks to retreat. Which master is it?"
The warrior showed great reverence and pride: "He is my new Grand Master of the Central Plains, my guardian of Jinyang..."