The weather is gloomy, dark and cloudy.
In front of Luoyang City, a martial arts competition platform has been built. The platform is more than ten feet high and is made entirely of high-quality nanmu wood. It almost spans the entire Luo River. It is truly the grandest martial arts competition arena in the history of the world. It is truly extraordinary and spectacular.
At this moment, on the south bank of Luoshui, the Wuzhou army was divided into two sides, supporting each other, always on guard against the movement of the Mongolian army, while in the center of the Wuzhou army, the Central Plains warriors were sitting full, everyone was excited, this was the biggest event in the entire martial arts world in the past hundred years. Everyone hoped that this martial arts conference could defeat the arrogant Mongolians and show the power of the Central Plains.
The end of Chen hour.
The sky became darker and the clouds thicker. A faint smell of blood floated in the air. Everyone couldn't help but twitch their noses and tasted it carefully. It was indeed the smell of blood. Everyone was puzzled, and a gust of wind blew by, and the smell of blood disappeared.
Suddenly, there was a thunderous sound of hooves coming from the foot of the mountain, and more than ten horses rolled up the mountain like a gust of wind. The riders on the horses were all wearing dark felt cloaks with dark cloth underneath. The riders looked like tigers and the horses looked like dragons. The riders were agile and the horses were majestic. Each horse had a tall head and long legs, and was covered with black hair. When they came closer, the heroes were dazzled by the golden light. They saw that the edges of each horse's horseshoe were inlaid with gold. There were a total of 19 riders. Although the number was not large, the momentum was so strong that it seemed like a huge army. The first 18 riders came closer, pulled the horses to the sides, and the last rider ran out from the middle.
When the Mongolian soldiers on the north bank of the Luo River saw this man step forward, a large group of people suddenly shouted loudly: "Long live the Eternal Heaven! Long live the Khan!" Tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers bowed in front of the man and his horse in unison, creating an unprecedented grand occasion.
This man is none other than the Mongol Khan - the Canglang! Temujin!
Temujin pulled the reins, gently stroked the mane of his precious black horse, and whistled loudly: "Temujin is here. Today's challenge to the Central Plains martial arts world is really exciting. Our army has come a long way. Let me rest for a while, and we will officially fight at noon to determine who is the better!"
After saying this, Temujin slowly dismounted from his horse and turned to walk towards the Mongolian army behind him.
South bank of Luo River.
Zhao Dibing turned around slowly, his eyes gradually swept over Song Wen, Mu Yu, Nie Han, Bu Lingchen, and other masters, and finally fell on Yun Chongxiao. It was obvious that the man who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk was not there, and the Nine Yang Martial God was the person with the highest martial arts skills here.
"Haven't you come back yet?"
Yun Chongxiao nodded solemnly and said, "He has entered the Taiji Cave to comprehend the mysteries of martial arts and has not yet come out. But I believe he will be in time for the next competition. There is no need to worry about him!"
Emperor Zhao Bing said with a smile: "I have never doubted that I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. It's just that who should go out to fight in the first few battles?"
Yun Chongxiao pondered for a moment and said slowly: "In terms of martial arts, we have the highest martial arts among us, Mu Yu, Qian Bei Bu Zui and others. It would be best for the three of us to fight! It's a pity that we don't know which masters the Mongolian side will send out. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we win every battle!"
"I know some news from the Mongolian side!"
A low voice suddenly came from afar. Emperor Zhao Bing looked back and frowned. The person was actually Wu Chongye.
Wu Chongye walked over slowly, and saw that the once glorious Wu Zhou emperor no longer had any of his domineering aura as a ruler. Instead, he looked pale and exhausted.
"Our Wu Zhou army has fought dozens of battles with the Mongols, so we naturally have a deep understanding of them." Wu Chongye coughed twice, looked at the doubtful expressions of the crowd, and slowly said: "I know you don't believe me, but I am also a Central Plains person. In the face of justice, I..."
Zhao Dibing suddenly stepped forward, held Wu Chongye's hands tightly with both hands, and said with a smile: "Of course I believe you!"
Wu Chongye nodded and said calmly: "The Mongolian side is full of experts, but if three people are to go into battle, Temujin himself must be among them! He has reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Heaven Divine Art, and he has the Thunder Blade in his hand. He is comparable to Xiang Yu reincarnated, and is truly a rare and powerful enemy!"
"I'm not too sure about the second person, but as for Kai Xin from the Potala Palace, he is a master of martial arts, so I guess he should be very sure. As for the last person, you must be extremely careful. It's best to establish victory in the first two rounds, otherwise... ... ahem... I'm afraid it's impossible to save the situation!"
Yun Chongxiao frowned and said with some displeasure: "Who could scare the dignified Emperor Wu Zhou so much? I, Yun Chongxiao, don't believe that there is really an unbeatable opponent in this world!"
At this moment, Yun Chongxiao had combined the Ten Sun White Flames and the Black Cold Absolute Ice in one body, and his power in the Ming Shen Wu Dian was unprecedented. Naturally, he did not believe what Wu Chongye said.
Wu Chongye shook his head, sighed softly, and said: "If you had seen Hesaer now, you wouldn't say that!"
“Heshar?” Yun Zhongxiao snorted coldly, and said, “That day on the grassland, I faced him day and night. Besides his unparalleled lightness skills, what other incredible abilities does he have?”
Lei Mingfei continued, "It is said that this man obtained the Eagle Sword and War God Atlas from the War God Temple. His martial arts skills are comparable to his brother Temujin. He is the second best master outside the Great Wall. He should not be underestimated!"
"Yun doesn't even take the War God Atlas seriously!"
"It's not just the God of War Atlas! Cough cough cough..." Wu Chongye coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood excitedly and roared with all his might, as if he had drained every bit of strength from his body.
He slowly took off his clothes on his chest, revealing a large area of naked skin. However, there was no flesh and blood on Wu Chongye's chest. Instead, there was a lavender palm print, which kept flashing with enchanting light and continuously destroying Wu Chongye's body.
"Before Subuchi's army went out of the border, Hesar broke into the Luoyang Palace alone. He fought his way from the palace gate to the main hall. Twenty thousand imperial guards could not stop him at all. In the end, he left a palm print on my chest, saying that it was a temporary mark."
"Afterwards, I looked for miracle doctors but no one could remove the palm power. Finally, the ghost doctor Yin Bujiu looked at the injury, sighed three times, left three big words and left in disappointment. He destroyed the name of ghost doctor and closed the clinic to practice medicine."
"What word?" Tang Xin asked anxiously.
"Purple Star River!"
"What?" Murong Yanran was horrified and fell back several steps. She exclaimed: "Could it be that... Zi Xinghe?"
"That's right!" Wu Chongye nodded gently, and the solemn expression on his face became more and more serious: "It's that Zi Xinghe!" (To be continued)