In the Heavens

The east is not bright, the west is bright.

After determining that the Central Plains Wulin is not easy to provoke, the top leaders of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate unanimously decided to turn around and go back to grab the west.

Taking advantage of the early time, it should be too late to be faster. Although the western country is a little poorer, it is better to be bullied!

Everybody knows the wealthy people of Ming Dynasty, but the problem is that they can't get it at all. The land now occupied is all in remote areas.

Even digging the ground three feet is not enough to grab the cost of sending troops, and continuing to consume it here has no meaning other than increasing casualties.

If the Eastern Chagatai Khanate wants to leave, it does not mean that the people in the martial arts are willing to let them go. After such a big battle, without taking a few heads, how can I go back and brag?

Regardless of these days, the tossing movement is not small, but the real shots are all masters of various factions, ordinary martial arts people can not directly attack the barracks without the guts.

Frontal attack is not good, secretly playing black hands, but these people's strengths. The grassland coalition forces who had just stepped back home didn't know how many traps were waiting for them.

When encountering the **** Feng Qingyang, Li Mu couldn't help but ridicule: "Uncle Feng, is this dress now inconsistent with your senior's status?"

He glared at Li Mu, who was still in style, and his body was full of evil wind, frowning and complaining: "Hunboy, don't talk coldly here.

If it wasn't for you to say that killing these dog tartars can get a chance to break through the innate, can the old man have to work so hard? "

Complaining goes to complaining, but Li Mu can clearly feel that Feng Qingyang is in a good mood at this moment. Obviously, the killings over the past few days have reaped benefits.

For the warriors of the Extreme Realm, any slight progress is a thing to be celebrated.

Seeing a leaf and knowing the autumn, the wind can be harvested, not to mention the other martial arts.

No wonder that now the Dongchagatai Khan ** team retreats, and the major sects are still chasing after them, and no one is clamoring to go home.

It's all interests that cause trouble, and in order to be able to go further, everyone doesn't mind using the Huren army in front of them as a stepping stone.

"Uncle Feng's remarks are wrong! Master Nephew just reminded you of an opportunity, this killing is your own cause."

This pot must not be remembered, otherwise he will become a butcher in adulthood. Isn't it ruining his stalwart image when he spread it out?

Taking a look at Li Mu, Feng Qingyang couldn't help sighing: "It's still good! Your kid killed more people than I did, but you can't see the slightest impact.

I really don't know how your kid cultivated. They have all reached the innate realm, and they are still advancing all the way. "

Li Mu had encountered this scene countless times. As far as the warrior is, there is no one who does not envy.

"Uncle Master, don't worry, if your old man works hard and slaughters tens of thousands of cavalry, he will almost be able to reap the opportunity."

Hearing this number, Feng Qingyang's face suddenly pulled his hips down.

These days, I was constantly looking for opportunities to sneak attacks on the enemy, even if my clothes were dirty, I didn't care about it, and only killed more than a thousand people.

Except for Li Mu's abnormality, Feng Qingyang's record is already the best in the Central Plains martial arts.

Tens of thousands of cavalry, even if they stand there and let him kill, they will kill their scalp numb.

The most important thing is how much this "tens of thousands" is?

If it is more than ten thousand, Feng Qingyang can still find a way to get together. It is really impossible to use the power of Huashan School to create opportunities for him.

If this "tens of thousands" is more than 90,000, then it will be completely finished. This opportunity, I am afraid that he may not be able to make enough in his lifetime.

When it comes to self-cultivation and does not care about maintaining the image, Feng Qingyang immediately asks: "Nephew, what are the tens of thousands in your mouth?"

Looking at the sky, Li Mu slowly said: "Uncle Master, just work hard for this kind of thing. Why do we need to stick to this specific number?

Under heaven, everything has its own definite number.

The same is killing, and different people bring different weights. For example: the slaughter of a King Khan has no less impact than tens of thousands of cavalry.

Uncle Shi has been staring at the small soldiers to kill, how can he catch up with the big shots and be more efficient? "

Killing a King Khan is nothing. The key is that the chaos in the grasslands that will be triggered after King Khan's death can cause more mass killings.

Originally, Li Mu wanted to go on his own, but unfortunately his own time was bad, and he couldn't find Muhammad's camp. I slaughtered a number of prairie dignitaries easily, basically all of them were made up.

If you can't find it, you can only let people who can find it. Theoretically speaking, Linghu, as the protagonist, rushed out of the horse, and it was all disadvantaged.

But he didn't know where he went, Li Mu could only let Feng Qingyang try. For the sake of past friendships, this time he won't grab the head.

To be precise, since the withdrawal of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate began, Li Mu stopped taking action.

The innate master naturally has the tolerance of a master. Regardless of their status, they used to bully the small, and it can also be said to defend the family and the country, and protect the Yan-huang Orthodoxy.

Now everyone is running away, and if you keep chasing you, it's a bit too much.

What's more, Li Mu didn't bother to grab the head with his little brothers, and the value of promoting this slaughter was much higher than slaughtering a few little soldiers.

With his current cultivation base, even if he slaughtered all this cavalry, he didn't want to go further.

Seeing that the overall situation had been determined, Li Mu simply became a spectator and waited for the martial arts master to perform.

Watching it in person is much more exciting than a martial arts blockbuster. Now Li Dazheng has turned into a drama chasing party, constantly wandering the battlefield, watching the fight between the martial arts middlemen and the prairie cavalry.

In order to kill the enemy as much as possible, the people in the martial arts are also exhausted. Directly attacking the ambush, those are Geng DC players, high-end players have embarked on the technology stream.

Li Mu saw with his own eyes that a guy nicknamed the Thousand Face Fox sneaked into the camp and lurked, waiting for an opportunity to replace the leader of a tribe, and taking two thousand prairie cavalry to attack another tribe.

When the people from the royal court came to stop them, there were already thousands of corpses on the ground. In order to kill the chicken and the monkey, the people of the royal court killed Liwei, the leader of the two sides.

As far as killing efficiency is concerned, these tech-savvy guys are the real kings.

That is to say, the time is too short. If this guy is given a period of time, I am afraid that it will be able to create a scene of tens of thousands of people fighting.

In Li Mu's view, such high-end talents are really wasteful.

If you throw it on the prairie and give it a certain amount of support, and keep the prairie unrest, one person's role can surpass a hundred thousand army.

Killing, in addition to killing or killing.

The blood stained the vast Loess Plateau, and thanks to the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the prairie cavalry, it added a lot of fertile soil.

The **** battle lasted for more than a month, and the arrogant East Chagatai Khanate tribal coalition forces were forced to withdraw from the Ming dynasty.

Returning to the familiar prairie, watching the scattered soldiers around him, Muhammad's tears couldn't help but fall from sweating profusely.

A voice in his mind told him-it's all over!

The hundreds of thousands of troops on the expedition collapsed under the constant attacks of a group of martial artists. Muhammad, who dominated Central Asia, could only run away with a small number of cronies in the end.

In fact, there is no great disparity between the forces of the two sides. Hundreds of thousands of prairie cavalry faced nearly 20,000 martial artists, less than ten to one.

Taking into account the combat power of individual soldiers, ten steppe cavalry is really not a master's opponent. From this perspective, in fact, defeat in the war is not so unacceptable.

It's a pity that it's plausible, but it doesn't mean that everyone can accept it. A great sweat who led everyone to die is destined to not be able to win the support of the tribes.

In the prairie where the law of the jungle is followed, failure is the greatest original sin. A defeated sweat is destined to be cast aside.

Without waiting for Muhammad to think of a countermeasure, an old man about 50 or 60 years old stopped in front of the team.

Then there was a shower of arrows, which suddenly hit everyone from both sides.

The sword in the old man's hand also came out, but while swinging the sword, a package full of lime flew towards everyone.

Under the lime powder in the sky, the old man's sword started the journey of reaping the heads, and the Huashan disciples who were ambushing on both sides also took the opportunity to kill them.

If you see this scene in front of you, you will surely be shocked to close your jaw.

The arrogant Juggernaut did not know how to lead people to besiege, and also played with lime powder this kind of indiscriminate means.

However, on the battlefield, with similar methods, countless people in the rivers and lakes are playing badly.

Even if there is no lime powder, everyone will replace it with other things. No one's morality is much higher than anyone else's. In order to improve the cultivation base, the morality is nothing at all.

Feng Qingyang is no exception.

In order to be sure, after finding Muhammad, Feng Qingyang did not rush to do anything. Instead, he gathered a group of Huashan disciples and placed traps on the only way they could return.

Facts have proved that setting traps and ambushes are effective. Muhammad Khan really had expert protection by his side. Shortly after Feng Qingyang took the shot, he was stopped by several grassland lamas.

If it wasn't for the cheapness of a sudden attack and killed a master first, Feng Qingyang might not be able to take down these guys.

Exercising his own creation of Qingfeng swordsmanship, the breeze is as erratic and ubiquitous as the breeze.

If anyone in the rivers and lakes saw this scene, they would be surprised. The current Juggernaut is not only superior in swordsmanship, but also far faster than before.

I don't know if it is because of the unbeaten stimulus of the East, anyway, the speed of the wind is rising. The few unlucky lamas in front of them are witnesses to the achievements of the sword master's years of hard practice.

The price as a witness is one's own life. The soldiers around wanted to come up to help, but the Huashan disciples around were not vegetarian.

In order to break out, Muhammad Khan even took action personally. It is a pity that after all, he is used to pampering himself, even if he has a good martial arts training, he can only play seven or eight points.

In the face of a group of Huashan disciples, it is not bad to be able to protect themselves. If you want to break a blood path, you are simply dreaming.

Suddenly, there was a sound of flute from afar, and it was full of sadness of parting and seeing off, as if to see off the sweat of Muhammad.

Looking in the direction of the flute, a few hundred meters away is a man in white, sitting on the horseback and playing music leisurely.

Seeing this scene, the Huashan faction was uplifted, but Muhammad, who was under siege, was in a cold sweat, as if he had seen the scariest thing in his life.

"White Clothes Killing God", these four words are like a brand, deepening fear in their hearts.

In the past days, no matter who it is, as long as he confronts this "white murderer", there is no one who can leave alive.

Even if there are thousands of troops, they can't play any role in the face of such a perversion.

This is no longer what ordinary martial arts masters claim to be "everyone can do the enemy's country", but in the true sense of "everyone can do the enemy's country".

From beginning to end, Li Mu didn't take any action personally, just watched this historic killing.

Seeing the clear wind lifting Muhammad's head, Li Mu reminded: "Uncle Feng, keep this head first, and use it later when offering sacrifices to the sky."

I don’t know if Heaven is buying it. Anyway, killing a prairie sweat has enough political significance. This head is the best propaganda.

Guard the tranquility of the northwest, break hundreds of thousands of prairie cavalry, and slay the prairie Khan king on the horse. How can such a great achievement not be publicized?

"Oh, I see!"

While nodding his head in response, Feng Qingyang threw his head to his apprentice. Properly: The master has something to do, and the disciple pays for it.

Different from the lonely family in the original book, the current wind is clear, and there are also a large group of disciples and grandchildren.

Looking at the people who were full of evil spirits, Li Mu calmly said: "Release the news. After the war is over, I want to preach in Huashan to eliminate the evil spirits from everyone!"

Sickness is not a good thing. Accumulated for a long time, it will also cause a lot of harm to the warrior, and it may even become mad.

Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism have their own methods to dissolve the intangible things like evil spirits. But the most popular and effective method is to cultivate the mind.

In contrast, a series of methods such as arranging a Feng Shui bureau, wearing jade, living in a busy city to dilute the popularity, or expelling from a temple with the power of incense, are essentially inferior.

As the planner of this war, Li Mu is naturally responsible for everyone's physical and mental health, and should not keep everyone busy and fall behind.

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