Black lightning streaked across the sky, and dazzling cold light shone everywhere. At the head of Longquan City, one sword and one sword swept across Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin like a vortex. The sound of the collision between weapons and blades hitting the banana leaves like rain. Under the almost unseen sword trajectory, the two top masters could only struggle to support and had no power to fight back.

Bi Xuan, whose state of mind has lost, is no longer Mo Wen's opponent. After dozens of rounds of fight, they fell into a disadvantage. But Fu Cailin, who arrived later, could not watch Bi Xuan die at Mo Wen's hands. For him, Bi Xuan can be defeated, but he must not die. As long as Bi Xuan is alive, the Turks will not split and there is still a little room for a turnaround. So although he was a little disgusted, he still took action. But he could not imagine that the two of them were not Mo Wen's opponent.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"What's wrong? Is this the only way to be called a master as well?"

"Give me some force!"

Laughing wildly, Mo Wen waved the sword in his hand like a mad demon, the dragon-slaying sword, and the Heavenly Sword slashed down with the whistling sound of the wind. From a distance, it looked like a barbarian waving a giant hammer.

Simple, rough, cruel.

They are all moves that can be seen through at a glance, but with Mo Wen's powerful true energy, fierce power, and rapid speed, they have made Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin have no power to fight back, and they can only let Mo Wen knock the two back with one move.

"Damn it! I've fought with you!"

Although Bi Xuan had a grandmaster-level mood, the wildness of the Turks flowed in his blood. The defeat at Mo Wen made him feel a little unbalanced. At this time, he was beaten like a street gangster and couldn't stand it.

"ha!"

With a loud shout, the "Agu Shihuaya" in his hand suddenly swung out, and his entire spear emitted amazing heat. He headed straight for Mo Wen's face like a soldering iron.

"Brother Bi-No!"

Fu Cailin was anxious when he saw this. Although the two were at a disadvantage, they still did not show any signs of defeat. Mo Wen's crazy attack would inevitably suffer a lot. As long as they survived this period, there might be a turning point. However, at this time, Bi Xuan's desperate counterattack broke Fu Cailin's wishful thinking. It would be fine if it succeeded. The two could suppress Mo Wen's momentum and turn the defense into an offensive, but if they failed, they would completely lose.

But at this time, Bi Xuan had already made a move, so he could only keep up, sighed slightly, and rolled back the sword in his hand like a rain. In just a moment, he came to Mo Wen.

"Good come!"

Looking at the killing moves in front of him, Mo Wen was not worried but happy. He took a step forward and raised the sword in his hand.

The hot spear tip and the cold sword light came towards him. Mo Wen seemed to be able to see the tip passing through the dust in front of him. Little by little, two weapons forced Mo Wen to frighten him, and the storm brought about blew away the hair on his forehead.

"die!"

Two crescent moons, one black and one silver, passed by. The dazzling light made everyone's eyes narrow slightly, and the next moment there was a loud noise. A roar like a blacksmith enveloped the entire Longquan city.

All the Turkic wolf riders in the distance watched all this silently, from the beginning to the magnificent spirit, to the terrifying and panic, to the despair when Bi Xuan fell at the disadvantage, to the secret joy and shame in Fu Cailin's heart when he took action, all the Turks couldn't tell what they felt in their hearts at this time.

But as he was about to decide the outcome, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

Three figures collided with each other and separated, one stayed in place, while the other two were separated.

Bi Xuan lowered his head slightly and looked at the "Agu Shihuaya" in his hand with some slightest bit of slaughter. The spear that had accompanied him for half his life was only half of the spear body left. The sharp black blade cut off his weapon and took his life.

A bloodline flowed out from the neck, Bi Xuan's body tilted, and he fell from the city.

"You win, Emperor Chu!" Fu Cailin looked at the scars on his shoulders, then looked at the sword body that was only half left in his hand, smiled bitterly, and threw down the weapon casually, and his star-like gaze also dimmed.

After looking at him, Mo Wen blinked, and finally said nothing, but looked at the Turkic wolf cavalry under the city.

Under the city was a dead silence, restlessness, and commotion. The bloodthirsty Turkic wolf riders looked at Bi Xuan's corpse passing by the city, their minds were blank. The sound of hitting the ground hitting them like a heavy hammer, and everyone was confused and unable to believe it.

The saint died? The invincible saint died at the hands of others? The two against one did not save their lives?

After a long time, Jie Li heard a shrill cry.

"Kill him and avenge the saints!"

The shrill shouts penetrated the entire Turkic military formation, and the heads surged. The next moment, all the Turkic people seemed to be half-furious, roaring, and waving their scimitars to pounce towards Longquan City.

Faced with the collapse of the pillars in his heart, some people fled in panic, while others fell into the madness of the Sith. Undoubtedly, the Turks, who grew up in fighting since childhood, chose the latter. Although Mo Wen's previous behavior was as strange as a ghost, they still swept over like waves.

"idiot!"

What took them back was a rain of arrows made of treasures, and all kinds of long swords, scimitars and scepters surged out of the barrier behind Mo Wen. With just one encounter, hundreds of people fell to the ground.

But compared to the tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers in the entire Turkic period, this was just an insignificant number. He fell into the Sithic madness. The Turks did not use any siege weapons and launched an attack on Longquan City on a ladder.

Mo Wen tilted his head and fired with the dark treasure house. Although this treasure is not easy to use against martial arts masters, it is unexpectedly easy to use for Qing soldiers. He shouts into the city.

"Master of Bohai Kingdom, if you don't take action, your Longquan will be over!"

A figure rushed out of the corner, Bai Ziting cursed with a red face: "Emperor Chu, you bastard, you killed Bi Xuan but implicated me, Longquan, to block the disaster for you!"

Mo Wen shrugged indifferently, and continued to shoot and kill the Turkic soldiers. He joked: "If you can let these crazy Turkic people let you go Longquan, it doesn't matter if I let them chase you!"

"—You!" Bai Ziting's face turned pale with anger, but he also knew that things had reached this point. Longquan had no way out. In order to avenge the saints, these Turkic madmen would never let go of any living creature in front of them.

"Put it all for me and shoot these Turkic miscellaneous pieces to death!"

With his order, the defenders of Longquan City began to face the Turkic soldiers. One by one, the martyrs holding long bows and carrying arrow bags walked up to the city tower and began to shoot.

The shouts of killing shocked the sky. One was to revenge and the other to defend the home, the battle between Longquan and the Turks began.

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In Xia Pi, blood stained the battlefield red. The whole sky was full of dazzling red, the flags were damaged, and the weapons were scattered. The solemn intention of killing made everyone fall into madness.

The earth-shaking shouts of killing lasted for a whole day, and both sides paid a heavy price.

Seeing his soldiers falling down in rows, Dou Jiande felt his heart bleeding. He saw that his eyes were red and his leopard eyes were wide open. He roared at the people around him, "Damn it, have the people from the Li family arrived yet!"

The generals around him were silent. The Tang army who had captured Luoyang should have arrived at the battlefield at noon. However, for some reason, the entire coalition army fell into an extremely unfavorable position. By this dusk, they were no longer able to support it.

All the generals looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, one of them whispered: "Master, I'm afraid there is something wrong with the Li family. The Shen Luoyan is also a long-time general on the battlefield. It is impossible for him to be careful of this. I guess someone has been sent to intercept it."

Dou Jiande snorted coldly, his face turned pale, but he stopped saying anything. He also knew that his subordinates were right, but he just saw that his soldiers were seriously injured and vented.

"Tell me to order the gold to collect—"

Before he finished speaking, a small school rushed to him.

"Report! Thousands of cavalry arrived five miles to the right, wearing black armor, probably the black armored cavalry of the Li family!"

"Oh?" Dou Jiande put down his hand again, looking into the distance, the sound of horse hooves vibrated the earth on the horizon on the right, and a black line came from afar.

The generals behind him were all overjoyed, and someone hurriedly said, "Master, the Li family members are here, let's attack quickly, and we will definitely defeat the Yangzhou army today!"

Dou Jiande pulled out the sword in his hand with a smile on his lips.

"The whole army obeys the order and march immediately! The soldiers follow me. Today we will drive his Yangzhou army back to Jiangnan so that they can also know the power of my north!"

With the order, the entire Jiangbei coalition army was dispatched, and the reserve forces of the company pressed onto the front line together, which suppressed the Yangzhou army's offensive and launched a large-scale counterattack.

"Kill!" Dou Jiande took the lead, led by the army, and took the lead in breaking into the enemy formation. His aura was so fierce that no one could stop him.

The morale of the Jiangbei army was greatly boosted and they all bravely moved forward. However, the Yangzhou army seemed to be uneasy and was suppressed by a single offensive. The two armies were connected and mixed together.

With a sword, Dou Jiande slashed the head of a soldier in Yangzhou. He looked at the Yangzhou military commander flag in the distance, and then looked at the Xuanjia cavalry that had appeared on the right and laughed.

"Chen Luoyan, I won this game!"

But the next moment, his face changed. He felt something was wrong. He carefully observed, looked at the hideous mysterious armor that was close at hand, and then looked at the cavalry that did not slow down, Dou Jiande was a little stunned.

The Li family's Xuanjia cavalry seemed to have rushed a little too hard. It didn't seem to be rushing to the right side of the Yangzhou Army, but it seemed to be preparing to attack the right side of the Jiangbei Alliance Army.

"Idiot, the direction is wrong! Turn quickly!" Dou Jiande yelled, his voice indescribable panic.

But the Li family's Xuanjia cavalry had no intention of changing at all, and their speed did not decrease. The leading female general raised her sword with her sword, and her cavalry was erected one after another, and then the black cavalry pierced into the right wing of the coalition forces like a steel cone.

"--No!"

Looking at the casualties of the Right Army and looking at the cavalry that continued to pounce on the central army, Dou Jiande screamed, and the Yangzhou army opposite him rolled back like waves. (To be continued...)
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