The bright moon of the Qin and Han dynasties had yet to return from their long march. But with Long Chengfei here, no Hu would be allowed to cross the Yin Mountain!
Ever since the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Yin Mountain had never stopped fighting. There had always been disputes between the Han and Hu people, as well as grudges and grudges! At the end of the Sui Dynasty, a major event happened here that shook the world!
An old man in a green Daoist robe killed more than two hundred Turkic Wolf Riders, who were famous in the world and had been raiding a village to the south of the Yin Mountain. Then, he piled the rolling heads on the border between the grassland and the Yin Mountain and built a temple. He also erected a stone tablet with a cross written on it: Those who offend the Central Plains will be killed, no matter how far away they are! Ling Xu.
Spiritual Master Ling Xu's terrifying battle prowess was undoubtedly a great psychological deterrent to the Turks. Although the Turks had a large army, no one could guarantee that they would never be left alone. Thus, ever since then, although the Turks would occasionally go south to take advantage of the situation, they no longer dared to massacre villages and cities like before. This was because they were afraid that their heads would fall on that Jingguan Temple!
Time flew by and in the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed. Now that someone mentioned the massacre at the Yin Mountain, the Turkic soldiers thought of the past and felt a chill in their hearts. Ashina Sheerchu rode his horse forward and stared at the white clothed man with a dark expression. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
On the city gate tower, the Tang soldiers who had originally planned to go down and fight to the death with the Turkic army suddenly saw a young man descend from the sky and beat back the arrogant and invincible Turkic State Teacher Wu Jie with a single sword. In their despairing and tragic hearts, a glimmer of hope instantly rose. They all stopped and looked at the white clothed man who was facing off against the Turkic army!
Facing Ashina Sheerchu, the white clothed man was not afraid. Perhaps he did not put Ashina Sheerchu in his eyes from the beginning to the end! He unhurriedly pulled out the long sword that was stabbed into the ground. Then, he reached into his bosom with his left hand and took out a navy blue handkerchief. He actually wiped the sword in front of Ashina Serpent!
"You ~!"
Ashina Sheerchu's expression changed slightly. Although his status in the Turkic Empire was not as high as Wu Jie's, he was still the man of the Turkic Khagan. When had he ever been humiliated like this? Seeing that the white clothed man was ignoring him and wiping his sword, Ashina Sheerchu almost couldn't help but go berserk!
Fortunately, reason prevailed over impulse, and Ashina 'er Chu did not directly draw his sword at the white-clothed man. Otherwise, his head would have been separated from his body! Since the white clothed man could force Wu Jie to retreat, it was not to say that his strength was higher than Wu Jie's, but it was not much lower! With this kind of strength, if Ashina Sheerchu rashly faced him, he would definitely be defeated!
Just as Ashina Sheerchu was about to explode in anger, Wu Jie finally walked over. Stepping forward, he invisibly blocked Ashina Sheerchu behind him. No one knew what expression was on the face hidden under the black robe, but they could tell that Wu Jie's eyes were now fixed on the white clothed man. After staring at him for a long time, the white clothed man finally wiped the dirt off his sword. The long sword reflected the moonlight and gave off a cold light, faintly giving people the illusion that the moonlight was like water, and so was the sword!
Seeing the white clothed man put away the handkerchief, Wu Jie finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Not yet a Great Grandmaster, you are inferior to me!"
Having his cultivation seen through by Wu Jie at a glance, the white clothed man did not show the slightest surprise on his face, instead a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "So what? Who is strong and who is weak, who wins and who loses, we will know once we fight! "
His voice carried a trace of coldness and arrogance, but it was also full of magnetism. If any of the modern star-chasing girls were here at this moment, they would probably be screaming madly!
"Let's fight and we will know!"
Even if he knew that his cultivation was not as good as Wu Jie's, the white clothed man was not afraid to fight, and from his words, one could even hear a faint trace of excitement, as if he couldn't wait to fight Wu Jie!
His tone was relaxed and indifferent, his posture confident and relaxed, the white clothed man was like a celestial being from the heavens, confident and proud, able to block soldiers, block water, whatever the world threw at him, he feared nothing!
"This Imperial Tutor has never fought with nameless people, who are you?" Being provoked by the white clothed man like this, Wu Jie was a little annoyed. He was also a very proud person, how could he allow others to act so wildly above his head? Although he knew that his True Qi was only at 50-60% of his peak state, he still had to stand, and he believed that he could defeat this arrogant junior in front of him!
"Hmph! If you want to fight then let's fight, the dignified Imperial Tutor actually dares to speak so much nonsense! "
The white clothed man waved his sword in his right hand, then proudly looked at Wu Jie and said, "The one who injured you today is Dragon Tiger Mountain, Xuan Qing!"
Dragon Tiger Mountain, Xuan Qing!
These five short words were spoken sonorously, and although his voice was not loud, it reached everyone's ears!
"Xuan Qing! It's Dragon Tiger Mountain's Daoist Xuan Qing! "
On the city gate tower, Xue Rengui, Fang Gongteng, Hong Wenxing, and the others all stared in shock, their faces filled with disbelief, but this was quickly followed by ecstasy!
Hearing this, Wu Jie remained silent, not showing any exaggerated reaction. On the other hand, Ashina She's Er Chu couldn't help taking two steps back after hearing the white clothed man's identity, "You're from Longhu Mountain? What is your relationship with Ling Xu? "
When the white-clothed man appeared, he said, "Have you all forgotten the stone tablet at the foot of Yin Mountain?" Now that he said he came from Mount Longhu, Ashina She's Er Chu subconsciously thought of Spiritual Master Ling Xu, who had already passed away!
"Ha ~! You still remember my Senior Brother. Since that is the case, why did you invade the Central Plains again today? Do you want to be buried here? "
This time, the white clothed man did not ignore Ashina She 'er Chu, but looked at him lightly, then sneered.
"Senior Brother!? You are Ling Xu's Junior Brother? "
Ashina She 'er Chu was stunned.
Xue Rengui, Fang Gongteng, and the others had heard of Xuan Qing's name, but as a Turkic, Ashina She 'er Chu had never heard of it before. Now that he heard that Xuan Qing was Ling Xu's Junior Brother, how could he not be surprised?
"Good! Back then, this Master had no chance to fight with Ling Xu, but today, I will see how much skill his Junior Brother has! "
Wu Jie now thoroughly understood the white clothed man's identity and couldn't help laughing.
Originally, it was supposed to be a hearty laugh, but because Wu Jie's voice was hoarse, it made everyone who heard it feel a chill run down their spines!
"Thunder Overlord Mace!"
Without waiting for Xuan Qing to respond, Wu Jie leapt into the air, raised his mace with both hands, and smashed it down towards Xuan Qing's head!
"Nine Taixuan Swords, First Form, Ride the Wind! Riding the Wind to the Nine Heavens! "
Facing Wu Jie's overbearing strike, Xuan Qing didn't show the slightest fear, raising his sword and leaping into the air. At the same time, an extremely pure Sword Intent burst out from his body, causing the soldiers closest to Xuan Qing to feel like their minds were filled with images of blades and swords!
Both were Nine Taixuan Swords, and both were the First Form of the Nine Taixuan Swords, but Xuan Qing's' Ride the Wind ', whether in terms of power or momentum, was far stronger than Li Zexuan's!
This was the real Nine Taixuan Swords!
Xuan Qing wielded his sword and pointed it straight at Wu Jie. The two of them soon met in midair, sword and mace colliding with each other, emitting a resounding metallic clang. This was just the beginning of their fight, both of them pouring their True Qi into their weapons and knocking each other back!
Wu Jie was forced back three steps, while Xuan Qing was forced back five steps!
It was obvious that the gap between Xuan Qing, who had yet to reach the Martial Grandmaster Realm, and Wu Jie, wasn't very big!
This scene, in the eyes of Xue Rengui, Fang Gongteng, and the others, were naturally overjoyed; after all, a man's name was like a tree's shadow, and in everyone's eyes, Wu Jie was an insurmountable mountain. Now that Xuan Qing was only slightly at a disadvantage against Wu Jie, in the eyes of Xue Rengui and the others, this was already very amazing!
However, Xuan Qing seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with this result, frowning slightly, and then changing the direction of his sword, he actually took the initiative to attack Wu Jie!
"Nine Taixuan Swords, Second Form, Graceful Grace! Graceful Grace, Soaring Dragon! "
Carrying the lingering power of the First Sword, Riding the Wind, Xuan Qing's sword moved even faster, the Sword Qi attached to it bursting out. Everyone below, whether it was the Turkic army or the Tang army, at this moment, all felt as if a dragon was soaring through the sky, baring its fangs and claws as it rushed towards Wu Jie!
The momentum was vast, and the Sword Qi was overwhelming!
Wu Jie's face paled slightly, and with a loud shout, the mace in his hand suddenly began to glow with lightning, and he raised it again to meet the incoming attack!
"Peng ~!"
The two weapons collided, and another loud bang rang out!
This time, Wu Jie was forced back four steps, and Xuan Qing was also forced back four steps!
Xuan Qing felt a numbness in his palm, and the strange power of thunder and lightning was about to enter his meridians. He snorted and quickly used his Genuine Qi to dissolve the power of thunder and lightning!
Then, without pausing for a moment, he followed up with the Third Form of Nine Taixuan Swords, Snow Treading!
Snow Treading Without a Trace, Swift as a Swallow!
Xuan Qing was very clear on where the Nine Taixuan Swords' strength lay, so he would not give Wu Jie a chance to breathe, nor would he give himself a chance to breathe!
He wanted to use the first eight swords of the Nine Taixuan Swords in one go, wanting to use the superimposed power of the Nine Taixuan Swords to completely defeat Wu Jie in his weakened state!
Wu Jie continued to wave his mace to block Xuan Qing's unexpected sword moves, but Xuan Qing changed his move again!
Nine Taixuan Swords, Fourth Form, Wave Breaker! Wave Breaker, Tyrannical Sea, Thunderous Fury!
Nine Taixuan Swords, Fifth Form, Parting Dust! One sword, Desolate and Cold!
Nine Taixuan Swords, Sixth Form, Flowing Cloud! Broken Smoke, Flowing Cloud, Never Return!
Nine Taixuan Swords, Seventh Form, Phantom Shadow, Knowing that all is an illusion!
In the blink of an eye, the first seven swords of the Nine Taixuan Swords had been used by Xuan Qing, and compared to Li Zexuan, each of Xuan Qing's sword moves was much more powerful. As a result, when the Phantom Shadow of the Seventh Form appeared, Wu Jie was suddenly surrounded by sixteen sword-wielding Xuan Qing swords. What's more, these ten Xuan Qing swords were all real people, and each of them used a different sword move, making it even harder for Wu Jie to defend!
The situation on the battlefield was rapidly changing, and both sides were quietly switching positions!
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