The smell of blood lingered in people's noses, like the conflict between the gods of war and the Sui general in the Turkic battle formation fell to the ground. For a moment, the surrounding Turkic soldiers still did not dare to step forward, leaving a large circle and watching from afar.
On the hillside, Great Khan Shabolue watched his guards unfold the tattered Sui flag, then whipped it in two.
"When Zhou was still alive, he didn't think Chinese characters were hateful and burned them!"
Behind him, the other khans rode over to congratulate the great khan. Killing a warrior from the Southern Dynasty was something worth celebrating for the men on the grassland.
"There are people who know witchcraft in the Sui army. Fortunately, the Great Khan brought the high priest with him."
"Well, if this Sui general's magic was used in a large army battle, I'm afraid no one on the battlefield would be able to defeat him. Fortunately, he was killed early."
"By the way, High Priest, what kind of magic did that Sui man use? He kept waving a small flag. Can you let us know, too? Is that a treasure?"
Over there, the shaman who had released the little old man took the small flag picked up by the soldier below from the waiter and looked at it carefully. There was a disdainful smile in his half-closed eyes.
"The magic weapon made by the cultivators of the Central Plains should not be made by the deceased Sui general, but it is just the same. In front of the White Wolf God and the Great Khan, it is vulnerable."
After saying this, he clenched the broken and destroyed flag in his hand. A black smoke corroded it and it turned into puddles of black mud that fell to the ground.
Shabolue listened to his words with satisfaction. He glanced sideways at the Khan with whom he had shared power before, waved his hand heroically, and called for the messenger.
"Go and bring the corpse of the Sui general down here. Also, tell the army to continue to move south. It's time to teach the newly established Southern Dynasty a lesson, so that they know why Zhou and Qi paid tribute to us Turks in the first place."
He ordered the cavalry to gallop down the hillside, along the side of the slowly advancing army, and ran to the outside of the surrounded corpses, shouting loudly.
"The Khan has ordered that Sui's body be presented!"
Upon hearing the order, several centurions in the lead pushed their soldiers forward to carry the corpse. They were frightened by the fact that the opponent had charged into the battle line alone. Not only was he skilled in martial arts, but he also had some strange magic. Just thinking about the fact that it would take several knives and guns to tear the body apart was simply an inhuman feeling.
There is a vague illusion that I can still practice to the extreme.
"I hope there are no more people like this guy in the Central Plains. If there are a few more, they won't be able to be chopped down. What's the point of fighting? Just go back and herd sheep."
Many people had such thoughts. Several Turkic soldiers who passed by whispered to each other and walked slowly towards the bloody body of the Sui general. Suddenly, one of them stopped, turned his head and looked at the Turkic soldiers who were watching the show around him.
"Strange, did you hear any sound?"
The long dragon marching towards the south in the distance seemed to have heard the sound. The infantry and cavalry figures raised their heads one after another and looked towards the sky ahead. Beyond a few dark clouds, it was like two different worlds.
The sky in the south was blue with a few white clouds floating around. Faintly, a black spot could be seen. Many Turks looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What is that?"
"I don't know. There's still noise going on."
“… It’s flying so high, no, it seems to be coming this way!”
Someone recovered from the brief confusion and shouted loudly. In the distant southern sky, the black spot suddenly enlarged in the field of vision of the marching Turkic army.
The sound that was heard before was the roar caused by the wind being torn in the air. It was not until that person's words spread that many people reacted.
Shabolue, who was chatting and laughing with the khans and the high priest on the hillside, stopped talking, followed the crowd's gaze and his smile froze on his face.
Below, several Turkic soldiers who were carrying Qu Yuanfeng also heard screams and turned around to see that the black spot had transformed into the outline of a long sword.
On the ancient sword, the pattern of a blue dragon moved, passing over the front of the spreading dragon-like team. The sword body tilted downward and pressed against the top of the marching army, forming an air pressure shock, causing the marching team to fall all over the place, and the figures of the people were blown left and right and fell heavily to the ground.
“Ahh—”
The soldiers carrying the corpses had their skin and flesh moved by the wind. They were terrified to the extreme. In their eyes, the immortal sword plowed a 'ditch' in the crowd, and something was hanging on it, flying towards this side, and then... the sword stabbed into the ground two feet in front of them.
There was a loud bang and it exploded.
The sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, and the surrounding soil burst up and flew up. With the air wave that was created, it shot out in a circle and hit the nearest Turkic soldier on the body and face, tearing his skin and flesh. The whole body was suddenly thrown away and smashed into the crowd behind, causing everyone to fall to the ground.
"What's going on?!"
On the hillside, Shabolue turned his horse's head and looked at the suddenly chaotic scene below. That thing was flying towards him, and he couldn't see clearly what it was. He pointed at that place and turned his head to look at the high priest.
"What is that flying over here? Who among you can see it clearly?!"
Everyone around fell silent, and the shaman priest beside him narrowed his eyes and observed for a while, his beard trembling, and he spoke hoarsely:
"Great Khan, that is also a magical weapon of a cultivator from the Central Plains, but... it's a bit more powerful this time."
He raised both hands, pursed his lips and blew out a breath. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up from all around. In the smoke and dust below, the sword hummed softly and the voice of Pu Du Ci Hang sounded.
"Wuna barbarian, the things that the master asked me to deliver have arrived!"
There was a rope hanging down to the ground. At one end was the Toad Taoist crawling on the ground with his webbed feet slightly twitching. At the other end, a scroll was tied to it.
As Yue Long finished speaking, the Dharma light lit up, and the scroll unfolded from top to bottom. On it was a portrait of a warrior riding a horse, waving a sword, and wearing golden armor and a green robe.
A strong wind blew, and at that moment when the people around covered their mouths and noses and waved their arms to fan away the dust, there was a sound of hoofbeats, and the dust rolled in the wind suddenly broke apart, and a figure on horseback rushed out.
Xilulu-
The charcoal-red warhorse neighed loudly in the wind, and with its thick hooves, it turned into a fiery red afterimage and rushed straight up the hillside. Above the shaking mane was a figure wearing a green robe and golden armor, with a face as red as a date and a Qinglong sword hanging upside down. He instantly knocked aside several Turkic cavalrymen who were blocking the way and ran straight to where the big banner was.
Shaboluo pulled the reins and shouted in shock, "Stop him!"
Several tribal khans around were also horrified. This man came too fast. In a hurry, the khan cavalrymen who were guarding the big banner turned their horses around to meet him.
Tap tap tap—
The horse's hooves galloped wildly, and the upside-down Yanyue swung. The man's green robe fluttered, and his long beard fluttered. His figure and his warhorse gradually turned into a burst of green light, and he went straight past the six Turkish cavalrymen who were charging at him. As he disappeared, his phoenix eyes widened angrily, and he swung his sword at Shabolue, who was wearing armor under the big banner, and slashed him down angrily -
In an instant, black smoke flew out of the shaman priest Weng's mouth. Shaboluo fell off the horse instinctively. The blade that slashed across the horse was mixed with magic light and cut the horse's neck, leaving a line of blood. He used the remaining strength to cut off the nearest Khan!
Then, the spot turned into green light and dissipated into the air.
puff!
The head, still with a terrified expression on its face, flew into the sky and turned over. The headless corpse sitting on the horse's back swayed a few times and fell down. The gushing blood splashed all over the faces of the Second Khan, Apo Khan, and Datou Khan.
“Ahh—”
Some people covered their bloodied faces and shouted in fear, while others looked around in panic, shouting, "Where is that person? Where is the southerner who broke through the enemy lines?!"
The guards rushed over, holding weapons and standing on guard. When they helped the Great Khan to get up from his fallen horse, the shaman over there waved his hand to ask them to be quiet.
"Khans, don't panic. The person who just broke into the formation was also transformed by a magic weapon. His magic power has been exhausted and dissipated. He will not appear again."
After hearing this, Shabolue and the three khans felt a little more at ease. As they were talking, a strong wind suddenly blew up from the briefly chaotic army formation at the foot of the hill in the distance. The smoke and dust that had been gradually settling was stirred up again, and among the swirling dust, blue-white lightning flashed, accompanied by a series of crackling sounds.
The shaman who was talking to the Great Khan on the hillside stopped talking, his skin felt as if being pricked by needles, and he turned around suddenly to look down.
In the rolling dust and smoke, lightning flashed and a figure was slowly walking out.
The soldiers around them clenched their swords and guns and watched nervously. As a pair of feet stepped out of the edge of the smoke, revealing a white robe, they subconsciously moved back.
In the gloomy sky, Lu Liangsheng didn't even look at the sea of guns and knives pointed at him from both sides. He walked towards the body lying quietly on the ground with an expressionless face.
He squatted down and brushed the face stained with black blood with his fingertips. The solidified blood stains peeled off layer by layer, revealing pale skin.
Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips, looked at the body covered with scars, and his hands were shaking slightly as he wiped away the scars.
"I shouldn't have arranged magic for you according to my ideals..."
His voice was a little choked, he picked up his apprentice horizontally, turned away from the smoke and dust, and spoke softly, as if to comfort him.
"It's okay. I will take you back to Qixia Mountain. I will take you home right away."
…
On the hillside, the big banner was waving. Shaboluo drew the blade from his waist, ran to the edge and shouted: "Leave the body of the Sui general behind, it is my trophy—"
"Great Khan, don't be impulsive!"
Although the shaman was not afraid, he could not figure out the level of cultivation of the ascetic who suddenly appeared below. However, it was too late for him to speak. Shabolue's words were transmitted below, and a figure walking in the sand and dust stopped holding the corpse.
The scholar turned his head to the side, his expression calm but his eyes tinged with coldness.
The atmosphere around him froze and became solemn and murderous.