"Hey! Do you want to learn the Immortal Sword Technique?"
Boom! A flash of lightning suddenly flashed behind Yan Fei, cutting through the sky of the sword world, adding to the tense and anxious atmosphere!
The calm and peaceful voice flows in the air, stirring up an unimaginable force of temptation.
Oh my god! That was the peerless sword Yan Fei, the best swordsman in the world, unrivaled throughout the ages! The sword art of the immortal sect that could shatter the void and reach the level of a saint! Such an offer would be hard for anyone to refuse!
"This..." Zhou Yi frowned and hesitated for a long time before he bowed and thanked him: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. Although I am no longer in Wudang, I have always inherited the peerless martial arts of my great master, the Nine Heavens Sutra. How can I become someone else's disciple?"
"Haha! Don't worry. I don't mind the master-disciple relationship and all the rules and regulations. It's just that I'm in the sword world, so I have to find a successor to my sword skills!" Yan Fei said, "What's more, the cultivation of the Immortal Sword Technique is extremely demanding. One must possess both the Yang within the Yang and the Yin within the Yin. If I miss a successor like you, how long will it take me to meet another one?"
"In that case, thank you very much, Senior Yan!" Zhou Yi could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude.
"Okay, your sword skills are still shallow, and you can't stay in the sword world for long. We have to hurry up!" Yan Fei's face suddenly became solemn: "First of all, although you have the Nine Heavens Sutra as the foundation, in fact, the two Yin-Yang martial arts of Purple Blood and Changing Sun are not systematic. I will first teach you the Sun and Moon Li Tian Dafa. You combine the characteristics of the Nine Heavens Sutra to transform the true energy of the world and find a balance between the two! Since Yin and Yang are born from each other, it will naturally make your internal strength go a step further!"
"Come! I'll read a sentence and you recite it: The sun and the moon are real, the sky is non-existent. The real shines on the non-existent. The light returns to the sun and the moon, the darkness returns to the void. The real and the unreal shine together..."
"... ... ... The sun and the moon are real, the sky is non-existent, the real is used to illuminate the non-existent, the light is returned to the sun and the moon, the darkness is returned to the void, the real and the unreal shine together... ... ... "
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Qiluo River.
The east side of the river bank was full of defeated troops. Looking at the vast west bank of the river, there was a sea of people that stretched as far as the eye could see. At first glance, there were at least 100,000 people crowded at the ferry waiting to cross the river! Behind them, more defeated troops and refugees were heading towards the ferry.
There was also chaos on this side of the river. The floating bridge at the ferry was packed with fleeing soldiers and civilians. The farmlands on both sides of the ferry were trampled into a mess by the passing people. Several nearby villages were completely unrecognizable, and even a nearly kilometer-long section of the earth dam on the shore was collapsed.
The only bridge at the ferry was already filled with people, like ants crawling all over a piece of sugar. The noise and screams from the other side of the river kept coming over, making people's hearts palpitate.
Temujin, who was riding in front, felt a lump in his nose when he saw the tragic scene of fleeing in panic. His left hand, which was holding the reins, made a creaking sound... This is war!
Feng Yancheng personally led hundreds of elite cavalry to raid the Turkic royal court and succeeded. Although Yun Chongxiao escaped with the Mongolian wing who suffered heavy casualties, he had been seriously injured and was no longer able to stir up trouble in the rear of the Turkic army.
The main Turkic army in Fengyan City finally withdrew its hands and thoroughly settled old accounts. Although Temujin took the opportunity of returning to Fengyan City to contact many tribes and joined the Khitan forces near Linhuang Prefecture, he was still at a disadvantage. After several battles, he completely fell into passive defense. The aggressive fangs of the Golden Wolf Legion finally descended on this grassland once again!
Suddenly, the sound of the earth shaking came from afar. Temujin suddenly looked up at the western sky. The "boom boom" sounds became more and more frequent. The air was shaking. Red flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the sunset red.
The crowd on the other side of the river also felt the uneasiness and were suddenly in an uproar.
Everyone knew that the Turkic troops were right behind them, and the only way to survive was on the bridge. The crowd screamed and tried hard to squeeze towards the bridgehead. The bridgehead was rolling like waves. From time to time, people were pushed down and stepped on, and from time to time, people were squeezed off the bridge. There were cries, curses, and screams everywhere.
Seeing this tragic scene, Temujin trembled, turned around and asked Chilaowen beside him: "Can you find a few boats? I need to build two floating bridges!"
Chi Lao Wen's face suddenly became anxious, and he said in a loud and high-pitched voice: "Chief, what time is it now? The army of Fengyan City is following us. If we slow down our march because of these refugees at this time, we will most likely be eaten up by them in one go."
"But... ... "
"No buts!" Chilaowen grabbed Temujin's shoulder, his sharp eyes piercing his face: "Nothing is more important than your life! As long as you are here, Qiyan is here, Mongolia is here, and the whole world is here!"
Tiemuzhen was about to continue speaking when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the top of a big tree not far away.
Chilaowen, who was on guard duty, immediately became alert. He moved his body and without thinking, hid Temujin behind him, while letting out a low roar, like a wild beast staring at its prey, fierce and fierce.
Temujin, who was riding on his precious black horse, looked intently and saw a handsome young man in fluttering green clothes lying on the treetop.
The young man looked to be no more than 27 or 28 years old, with a handsome and extraordinary appearance. There was an aloof and evil air between his brows, which was very impressive.
Before the three of them could answer, they saw the young man on the tree suddenly smile, wave his right hand, and a shadow the size of a human head was thrown over from the tree with the sound of water.
Temujin took it casually as if he was not worried at all. It turned out that this unknown "hidden weapon" was actually a gourd filled with half a pot of fine wine. At this moment, the cork was opened, and the wine in the pot was steaming, instantly filling the entire river crossing with the intoxicating aroma of wine.
Temujin immediately showed a hearty smile on his face. He took the wine jug and drank a few big gulps. Then he pretended to be angry and scolded: "So you little brat still remembers to come back?"
The man in green on the tree smiled again, and suddenly he somersaulted. In the blink of an eye, he floated down from the treetops and landed steadily in front of Temujin.
"Of course! My hometown is in trouble, so shouldn't I, a wanderer away from home, come back to take a good look?" The man in green shirt still had his spring breeze-like smile on his face. He unfolded the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother, Thirteenth Wing Tuolei is back. Are you all right?" (To be continued)