In the Heavens

The east is not bright, the west is bright.

After confirming that the martial arts in the Central Plains is not easy to mess with, the top leaders of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate unanimously decided to turn around and go back to the west.

Taking advantage of the time is still early, it should be too late to go faster. Although the countries in the west are a little poorer, they are better than bullying!

Everyone knows that the Ming Dynasty is rich and prosperous, but the problem is that they can't grab it at all. The territories they occupy now are all backcountry areas.

Even digging three feet into the ground is not enough to rob the cost of sending troops, and continuing to spend it here will have no meaning other than increasing casualties.

The fact that the Eastern Chagatai Khanate wants to leave does not mean that people in the martial arts are willing to let them go. After such a big battle, how can you go back and brag if you don't take a few heads?

Don't look at these days, there is a lot of movement, but the real shots are all masters of various factions. Ordinary martial arts people don't have the courage to directly attack the military camp.

It is not enough to attack directly, and it is these people's strengths to attack secretly. The prairie coalition forces who had just stepped back home had no idea how many traps were waiting for them behind them.

Meeting Feng Qingyang who was covered in blood, Li Mu couldn't help but tease: "Uncle Feng, the current attire doesn't match your status as a senior?"

Glancing at Li Mu who was still handsome, Feng Qingyang was full of evil spirit, frowned and complained: "You bastard, don't make sarcastic remarks here.

If you didn't say that killing these bastards would give you a chance to break through your innate ability, would this old man be willing to work so hard? "

Complaints are complaints, but Li Mu can clearly feel that Feng Qingyang is in a good mood at the moment. Obviously, the killings in the past few days have reaped benefits.

For a martial artist in the extreme realm, any slightest progress is something worth celebrating.

You can know autumn by seeing a leaf, and Feng Qingyang can gain something, let alone other martial arts people.

No wonder now that the Eastern Chagatai Khanate army is retreating, the various sects are still chasing after them, and no one is clamoring to go back home.

It's all caused by interests, and in order to improve their cultivation, everyone doesn't mind using this barbarian army in front of them as a stepping stone.

"Uncle Feng's words are wrong! Nephew just reminded you of the opportunity, this murder was caused by yourself."

This blame must not be carried on, or else he would be a butcher in the world. If it was spread out, wouldn't it ruin his stalwart image.

Glancing at Li Mu, who was in high spirits, Feng Qingyang couldn't help sighing: "It's better to be born! You have killed more people than me, but you can't see the slightest impact.

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

Li Mu has encountered this scene countless times before. But there is no warrior who is not envious.

"Don't worry, uncle, if you work harder, old man, I guess if you kill tens of thousands of cavalry, you will almost be able to reap the opportunity."

Hearing this number, Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly dropped.

These days, they are constantly looking for opportunities to attack the enemy. They don't even bother to pay attention to the dirty clothes on their bodies, and they only kill more than a thousand people.

Apart from 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 until their scalps become numb.

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

If it was more than 10,000, Feng Qingyang could find a way to make it up. If it doesn't work, you can use the power of the Huashan faction to create opportunities for him.

If the "tens of thousands" is more than 90,000, it will be completely over. I'm afraid he may not be able to make up for this opportunity in his lifetime.

When it comes to his own cultivation, he can't care about maintaining his image, Feng Qingyang immediately asked: "Martial nephew, how much is the tens of thousands you mentioned?"

Looking at the sky, Li Mu said slowly: "Uncle Shi, you can work hard for this kind of thing, why should you be obsessed with this specific number?

Under the way of heaven, every peck and drink, everything has its own destiny.

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

The uncle has been watching the little soldiers to kill, how can he catch up with the big shots and be more efficient? "

Just killing a King Khan is nothing, the key is that the grassland chaos that will be triggered after the death of King Khan can cause a larger-scale killing.

Originally, Li Mu wanted to go there by himself, but unfortunately his family was in bad luck and couldn't find Muhammad's camp. A number of grassland dignitaries were slaughtered, basically all of them were made up.

If you can't find it yourself, you can only let someone who can find it. Theoretically speaking, as the protagonist, Linghu Chong would be invincible.

But he didn't know where that guy went, so Li Mu could only let Feng Qingyang try. For the sake of friendship in the past, he will not steal the head this time.

To be precise, since the Eastern Chagatai Khanate began to withdraw its troops, Li Mu stopped taking action.

A congenital master naturally has the bearing of a master. Disregarding one's status in the front, one can also say that one can defend one's family and one's country and guard the Yanhuang Taoism by taking action to bully the small.

Now that everyone has run away, it would be too much to chase after them.

What's more, Li Mu didn't bother to grab heads with his younger brothers. The value of promoting this killing is much higher than killing a few soldiers.

With his current cultivation base, even if he slaughtered all the cavalry, he would not be able to go any further.

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, Li Mu simply became a spectator, waiting for the martial arts performers.

Watching it in person is much more exciting than martial arts blockbusters. Now Dazhen Li has turned into a drama chasing party, constantly walking on the battlefield, watching the fight between the people in the martial arts forest and the grassland cavalry.

In order to kill the enemy as much as possible, people in the martial arts are also exhausted. Direct sneak attack and ambush are all Geng DC players, and high-end players have all embarked on the technical stream.

Li Mu saw with his own eyes that a guy nicknamed Qianmianhu sneaked into the camp and waited for the opportunity to replace the leader of one tribe, leading two thousand prairie cavalry to attack another tribe.

When the people from Wang Ting came to stop it, there were already thousands of corpses on the ground. In order to make an example to the monkeys, Wang Ting's people killed Liwei, the leader of both sides.

In terms of killing efficiency, these skilled guys are the real kings.

That is to say, the time is too short. If this guy manages for 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, it is too wasteful for such a high-end talent to mess around.

If it is thrown on the prairie and given a certain amount of support, the preservation of the prairie will make the prairie uneasy, and the effect of one person can be better than a hundred thousand troops.

Killing is nothing but killing.

The blood stained the vast Loess Plateau, nourished by the flesh and blood of the prairie cavalry, adding a lot of fertile soil.

The bloody battle lasted for more than a month, and the mighty Allied Forces of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate were forced to withdraw from Daming in despair.

Returning to the familiar prairie, looking at the scattered soldiers around him, Muhammad Khan couldn't help but burst into tears.

A voice in his mind told him—it was all over!

The hundreds of thousands of troops during the expedition unexpectedly collapsed under the continuous attacks of a group of martial arts people. Muhammad, who dominated Central Asia, could only run away with a small number of cronies in the end.

In fact, the comparison of the strength of the two sides is not very different. Hundreds of thousands of prairie cavalry faced nearly 20,000 martial arts people, less than ten to one.

Considering the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers, ten prairie cavalry are really no match for a master. From this point of view, defeat is actually not so difficult to accept.

It's a pity that it makes sense, but it doesn't mean that everyone can accept it. A great khan who leads everyone to die is doomed not to be able to gain the support of the tribes.

In the prairie where the law of the jungle is followed, failure is the greatest original sin. A Khan who has lost a battle is doomed to be cast aside.

Before Muhammad could think of a countermeasure, an old man in his fifties or sixties stopped in front of the team.

Then there was a rain of arrows, suddenly attacking everyone from both sides.

The sword in the old man's hand also came out of his body, but at the same time as he swung the sword, a package full of lime flew towards everyone.

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

If the scene in front of him is seen by people in the Jianghu, they will definitely be so shocked that they can't close their jaws.

The arrogant sword master not only learned how to lead people to siege, but also played the dirty tricks of lime powder.

But on the battlefield, countless people in the arena have failed to use similar methods.

Even if there is no lime powder, everyone will use other things instead. No one has much higher integrity than anyone else, and integrity is nothing at all in order to improve one's cultivation.

Feng Qingyang is no exception.

In order to be sure, after finding Muhammad, Feng Qingyang did not act in a hurry. Instead, he gathered a group of Huashan disciples and set up traps on the way they had to go back.

Facts have proved that it is still effective to set traps and lay ambushes. As expected, Muhammad Khan was protected by experts. Not long after Feng Qingyang made his move, he was stopped by several prairie lamas.

If he hadn't taken advantage of the surprise attack and killed a master first, Feng Qingyang might not have been able to take down these guys.

Exercising the self-created Qingfeng swordsmanship, Feng Qingyang is erratic like a breeze, and it is everywhere.

If anyone in the world sees this scene, they will definitely be shocked. The current Juggernaut is not only superior in swordsmanship, but also far faster than back then.

I don't know if it was because of Dongfang Bubai's excitement, but Feng Qingyang's speed went up anyway. The few unlucky lamas in front of me are the witnesses of the results of the Juggernaut's years of penance.

The price of being a witness is your own life. The soldiers around wanted to come up to help, but the Huashan disciples around were not vegetarian either.

In order to break out, Muhammad Khan even shot himself. It's a pity that after all, he is used to being pampered, even if he has a good martial arts practice, 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, but it is simply a dream to fight a bloody way.

At this time, a flute sound suddenly came from afar, which was full of the sadness of parting and seeing off, as if it was seeing off Muhammad, the Great Khan.

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

Seeing this scene, the Huashan faction and his party were greatly encouraged, but Muhammad, who was besieged, broke out in cold sweat, as if he had seen the scariest thing in his life.

"White Clothes Kill the God", these four words were like a brand, deeply engraving fear in their hearts.

In the past days, no matter who faced this "White Clothed Killing God", no one would be able to leave alive.

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

This is no longer what ordinary martial arts masters call "a country where people are as close as possible to the enemy", but a real "country where people are as enemy as possible".

From the beginning to the end, Li Mu did not personally act, but just watched the killing full of historical significance.

Looking at Feng Qingyang who was carrying Muhammad's head, Li Mu reminded: "Uncle Feng, keep this head for now, and use it later when offering sacrifices to the heavens."

I don't know whether Tiandao bought it. Anyway, beheading a grassland khan has enough political significance. This head is the best publicity.

Guarding the peace of the northwest, smashing hundreds of thousands of grassland cavalry, and beheading the king of grassland Khan on horseback. How can such a great achievement not be publicized?

"Oh, I see!"

While nodding in response, Feng Qingyang threw the head to his apprentice. Proper: The master has something to do, and the disciple will do his job.

Different from the lonely family in the original book, now Feng Qingyang is also a group of disciples and grandchildren.

Looking at the people who were full of evil spirits, Li Mu said calmly: "Release the news. After the war is over, I want to give a sermon on Mount Hua to eliminate the evil spirits on everyone!"

Evil energy is not a good thing, if it accumulates for a long time, it will also cause a lot of damage to the warrior, and it may even become obsessed.

Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism all have their own means to resolve such intangible things as evil spirits. However, the most popular and effective method is to cultivate the mind.

In contrast, a series of methods such as arranging Fengshui bureaus, wearing jade articles, living in a busy city to dilute their popularity, or expelling them with the help of incense in temples are essentially inferior.

As the planner of this war, Li Mu is naturally responsible for everyone's physical and mental health, and he can't let everyone work hard and suffer from all kinds of problems.

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