Chapter three hundred and seventy-two yellow robes
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Time was so confusing that no one could calculate how long it had passed. With a sound like thunder on dry land, suddenly, the sky became clear and the clouds became lighter.
Murphy and Bi Xuan separated.
I saw Mo Fei standing on the city wall. There were many blood holes on it, and blood was pouring out. At his mouth, a moon wolf spear pierced his mouth directly, and the tip of the spear protruded from his back.
come out.
Looking at Bi Xuan again, he landed under the city wall, holding the spear high and stabbing upward. His perfect body exuded a blazing aura like the scorching sun, and he looked like a statue of the God of War.
"Is this Mr. Bi Xuan's victory?" Bai Qing'er's heart trembled.
Anyone who sees the situation in front of them will probably think that Bi Xuan wins and Mo Fei loses.
Because Mo Fei's mouth was pierced and he looked like he couldn't survive, but Bi Xuan's body was neat and tidy with almost no scars.
Make a decision.
The people on the Turkic side all cheered loudly, congratulating their patron saint Wu Zun Bixuan for defeating another enemy.
Li Jing's 100,000 Jingling army felt as if they were bereaved, and their morale plummeted.
Even with Li Jing's wisdom, he couldn't help but feel dazed for a while and couldn't believe that his master actually lost.
"No! That bastard won, Bi Xuan lost!" Zhu Yuyan shook her head and said.
next moment.
In full view of everyone, Mo Fei held the knife in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, grasped Bi Xuan's Moon Wolf Spear, and slowly pulled out the Moon Wolf Spear from his mouth.
"Zi!"
Blood like a fountain was pumped out from Murphy's mouth. For a moment, his blood flowed like a river, rushing endlessly.
Then, under the incredible gazes of hundreds of thousands of people, the fist-sized wounds in Mo Fei's mouth healed immediately at a speed visible to the eye. In just a few breaths, the wounds on his front, back and back were completely healed. If not
The damage to his clothes made it difficult for anyone to believe that someone had pierced his mouth.
Not to mention his other injuries, big and small, they have long been healed.
"You are very good!"
Bi Xuan looked at Mo Fei and spoke calmly.
"You're not bad either. If you have a chance, you can fight again in the next life." Mo Fei said lightly.
As Mo Fei's words fell, black and purple fireworks filled the air in a circle around Bi Xuan's neck.
When Mo Fei's Tang swords crossed each other, he had already cut off Bi Xuan's head.
It's just that Bi Xuan's skills were profound, and Mo Fei also left the last bit of dignity to this enemy, so he didn't let him die on the spot, but left a last word.
After praising Mo Fei for his extremely profound skills, Bi Xuan completely lost his life.
The black and purple flames contained in Bi Xuan's body suddenly exploded from around his neck, spreading in all directions like a scarab, swallowing his blood, bones, and everything else.
Under everyone's gaze, in just a moment, Bi Xuan's body was devoured and turned into a little remaining fly ash.
Under the ripples of the breeze, it drifted into the military formation of the Turkic troops.
In an instant, bursts of sobbing came from the Turkic army formation.
In the minds of the Turks, the Martial Lord Bixuan is just like a real god, and even a Turkic king like Shibi Khan is far from it.
So after Bi Xuan died, the Turks felt as if the sky had fallen.
On the contrary, cheers came from the Jingling Army's military formation, and their morale was greatly boosted.
Mo Fei stood at the top of the city and took over the robe that Zhu Yuyan put on him, blocking his tattered clothes.
Facing the wailing Turkic military formation, Mo Fei had a slight realization.
It is both lucky and unfortunate that people like Bi Xuan exist in the Turks.
He devoted his whole life to the Turks and only hoped that the Turks would be strong and prosperous forever. He was devoted to the Turks.
But Bi Xuan didn't know that his existence was an obstacle to the Turks.
His reputation was so great that he surpassed the Turkic kings. Even if he had maintained enough respect for Shibi and others, he could not avoid the division of Turkic power because of him.
Perhaps without him, the Turks might not be able to have a unified unparalleled hero like Temujin, but with him, it would be impossible for the Turks to give birth to a king like Maodun Chanyu.
Wu Zun Bi Xuan died, and the morale of the Turks was low. Of course, Li Jing would not choose to miss this good opportunity. He immediately assigned his absolute elite to rush out of the city to cover up the Turks' army and look for opportunities to fight.
In ancient wars, morale was low and it was easy to collapse.
In the Battle of Feishui, Fu Jian's 870,000 former Qin army was defeated by the 80,000 Eastern Jin army. The 870,000 former Qin army was ten times that of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but the assembled troops stretched for hundreds of miles. The former army reached the main battlefield of Feishui.
Other troops were still dozens of miles away. The Eastern Jin Dynasty was waiting for work, while the former Qin Dynasty was exhausted after running for hundreds of miles. When the news of the defeat on the front line came, the hundreds of thousands of troops still on the road dispersed. The soldiers who had actually fought with the enemy,
Not even one tenth.
Li Jing wanted to see if he could replicate the miracle of the Battle of Feishui.
Mo Fei no longer paid attention to the war between Li Jing and Shi Bi, but stood there, thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhu Yuyan asked curiously.
"I'm wondering, do I need to go to Korea now?" Murphy frowned.
"Yes, and no... this issue is very complicated..." Mo Fei was silent for a moment, looked at Zhu Yuyan, and said: "You stay in the Central Plains and look after Li Jing, Shen Luoyan, Kou Zhong and others. I'm afraid I really have to go to Goryeo.
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Mo Fei thought about it carefully. Although this world was a little weird, it shouldn't go beyond a certain range. Otherwise, the moment he just entered, thunder might have fallen and turned him into ashes.
However, one has to guard against the situation where Martial Master Bixuan's cultivation level suddenly reaches a small level.
What if Master Yijian Master Cai Lin’s cultivation level suddenly rises two levels? What if he suddenly enters the realm of unity between man and nature?
Na Mofei was very sure that he couldn't bear it at all, so he could only hide from this world to stay safe.
So Mo Fei now wants to go to Goryeo to confirm Fu Cailin's current situation. If it is confirmed that he can't be defeated, then run away immediately. If he can still be defeated, then eliminate Fu Cailin as a hidden danger.
Even if there is some kind of indescribable and indescribable existence that can help people improve their cultivation, it must still abide by the law of conservation of energy. Otherwise, if Martial Lord Bi Xuan is directly promoted to the realm of the Great Triad, then Mo Fei will still have
Any chance of winning?
Without the two carriers of Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin, maybe even if the world is targeting him, there may be no chance to take action again.
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Three days later, Korea, a colorful courtyard.
Sandalwood was burning in the courtyard, and there was a deep fragrance.
Murphy was floating in the air and looked at the people sitting in the middle of the courtyard.
This is a very ugly man!
He has an unusually long and narrow face, and all the facial features on it are flaws that no one would wish to have. They are more like being squeezed into a pile, making his forehead appear particularly high, and his chin is slender and slightly slender.
He has a wavy, curved nose that is disproportionately tall and huge, making his eyes and mouth look even smaller in comparison. Fortunately, he has long black hair that falls over his shoulders, which reconciles the incongruity between his broad shoulders and narrow face.
, otherwise it will be even more awkward and weird.
But maybe he is too ugly, but he has reached the extreme point where things must be reversed, and he actually gives people the impression that he is actually good-looking.
"The distinguished guest is here, Fu Cailin is waiting to welcome you from afar!"
Fu Cailin looked at Mo Fei, raised the wine glass in his hand, and toasted from a distance. His eyes were as mysterious as stars, deep and unpredictable.
Fu Cailin, the master of martial arts in the Western Regions and Goryeo, came from the Cardinal himself, so he can be called the three great masters of the world together with Bi Xuan, who dominates the Western Regions, and Ning Daoqi, the top Taoist master in Central China.
He tried to say that it means that everyone has a deep treasure house with unlimited potential, but they are blinded by various attachments.
He repeatedly led the rebel army to fight against the invasion of Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, and thus became a national hero of Goryeo. In the hearts of Goryeo people, Fu Cailin was a god rather than a human being, full of lofty and mysterious colors.
But his hero is my enemy...
"Fu Cailin, I'll take you on your way." Mo Fei showed the most innocent smile on his face, and grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand. A strong cold air came from the knife.
"Oh?" Fu Cailin seemed a little surprised and asked, "Why is this? Fu seems to be a stranger to you?"
"Because you blocked my way!" Mo Fei said calmly in a calm tone without any emotion.
"If Mr. Fu guessed correctly, you should be the banished immortal of Zhongyuan who killed Ning Daoqi and Bi Xuan? From this point of view, Mr. Fu is indeed blocking your way."
"Not only that, but also because of your inexplicable increase in cultivation."
Murphy was a little lucky, fortunately he came early.
Sure enough, as he expected, Fu Cailin's cultivation also began to grow at an abnormal speed. Now he was no weaker than the martial master Bi Xuan who was fighting him, and was even better.
If only a few months had passed, Fu Cailin would have been able to beat him up.
After hearing what Mo Fei said, Fu Cailin was shocked and looked at Mo Fei with a mysterious look.
Before Fu Cailin could ask about his doubts, Mo Fei took action directly.
Villains die because they talk too much, but Murphy understands this.
When Mo Fei took action, a long sword also appeared in Fu Cailin's hand.
Fu Cailin's eyes were shining brightly. His long sword was unsheathed. He made a mistake in his steps and shrunk to the ground. He flew over a distance of more than ten feet and got close to Mo Fei. The long sword swung out a star-like sword light, stabbing like a meteor shower.
Xiang Mofei!
Fencing!
Use people to fight the sword, use the sword to fight the enemy!
Fu Cailin created an extraordinary skill that combines the theory of chess with swordsmanship. Yi swordsmanship focuses on predicting the enemy's plans first. The prerequisite is to grasp the opponent's martial arts skills with a keen eye and understand the opponent's base.
Thereby making judgments and blocking the opponent's subsequent moves first, then you can defeat the enemy. Just like when playing chess, you must first understand the eternal rules of the chessboard, so that you can always take the initiative.
Yi swordsmanship is a martial arts based on feelings. Its subtlety lies in combining the feeling of the whole heart and soul with the sword. The external feeling is emptiness, while the inner feeling is reality. Its essence is to appreciate it with the mentality of a bystander. ,taste.
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When Mo Fei came back from Goryeo, his body was severely injured. Even with his immortality, he had to rest for ten days before he recovered.
While Mo Fei was coming back and forth from Goryeo and recuperating, the decisive battle between the Central Plains and the Turks had reached its peak.
The Turkic Shibi Khan had nearly 200,000 fine cavalry in his hands, Jieli had 100,000 fine cavalry, and Tuli had 100,000 fine cavalry. The three parties gathered together, and the number of troops he could control reached 400,000.
In the Central Plains, Li Jing had 100,000 Jingling troops, Shen Luoyan had 150,000 Xiaoguo troops, and Song Que led the 100,000 soldiers from the north.
It seems that Li Jing's side is at a disadvantage. They lack the Turkic side's 50,000 troops. However, Li Jing and the others have 40,000 new troops armed with flintlock rifles. This is not something that ordinary soldiers can compare with. It is not an exaggeration to say that one is equal to ten. .
Furthermore, Li Jing, Shen Luoyan, and Song Que are all world-famous handsome men. Shi Bi, Jie Li, and Tu Li, three men with hair and horns, who drink blood like hair and drink blood, do they have the qualifications to compete with them when their military strength is about the same? ?
The Turkic army of 400,000, under the command of the commander-in-chief Fang Li Jing of the Central Plains, suffered heavy losses. In only half a month, at least 150,000 troops were damaged, and they were still in the stage of retreat.
Afterwards, the Turks lost more than 200,000 soldiers, and the three of them surrendered as a last resort.
Then, under the clear instructions of Murphy...Li Jing killed all the Turkic soldiers who surrendered.
Bai Qing'er was combing Mo Fei's hair with a comb, very carefully, very conscientiously, with gentle and careful movements, as if she was treating some kind of artwork.
"Qing'er, have you entered the Nine Mysteries?" Mo Fei asked lazily.
Jiuxuan**, Fu Cailin's lineage of internal skills and mental methods. Fu Cailin is the only one in the world who has practiced it to the ninth level. The mental methods start from one and end at nine. The lower ones keep the form, the upper ones keep the spirit. The gods are like gods, and the signs are moving. .The movements of the machine are not separated from its emptiness. This emptiness is very empty, but it is not empty. It is quiet and subtle. It cannot be caught when it comes, and it cannot be chased when it goes. Welcome it and follow it, and reconcile it with unintentional intention. Xuan Dao has begun to achieve this It is the first level.
This was also one of the things Mo Fei got from killing Fu Cailin from Goryeo.
"Yes!" Bai Qing'er nodded gently and said, "Thanks to sir for your advice!"
"But... I seem to feel, Qing'er, you are hiding something from me? Your heart is beating very fast!" Murphy said seemingly casually.
Bai Qing'er's heart froze, her heart suddenly slowed down by two beats, and the hand that was dressing Mo Fei froze. After a long while, she finally realized what she was doing and said, "Master didn't let me tell you, sir!"
"Zhu Yuyan?" Mo Fei raised his eyebrows and said, "Then do you think it is your master who is more powerful, or me? She won't tell you to tell me, so you won't tell me? What are you hiding from me? Just tell me! Otherwise, I will serve you with severe punishment!"
"Since you insist on asking, there is no harm in telling you." Bai Qing'er said helplessly: "At this moment, General Li Jing's Jingling Army and Commander Shen's Xiaoguo Army will probably overwhelm the armies of Mr. Song Que and Young Master Kou Zhong. Surrounding them, Mr. Song Que and Mr. Kou Zhong may be swallowed up at any time. Master went to help the battle and involved Mr. Song Que to prevent him from carrying out the beheading strategy."
Murphy: "..."
After a while, Mo Fei asked Bai Qing'er most of the things, walked out of the house, and was about to stop Li Jing, Shen Luoyan, and Zhu Yuyan from causing trouble...
The commanders stood in the court with their swords exposed and said: "The armies have no masters, and I would like to make the national teacher the emperor!"
Before he could reach the right place, someone put Taizu in yellow clothes, and everyone bowed and said long live him.