Heavenly Martial Arts - 171. Chapter 170

“Master Wu Zun!” “This is impossible, how can you lose?”…

The fall of Bi Xuan made many Turkic generals and soldiers feel incredulous.

Bi Xuan has been on the prairie for decades, and has always been a god-like existence, turning into a kind of faith, transcending the commonplace.

But today, God is down!

Faith is collapsing, and a kind of spontaneous fear and blankness fills the hearts of many Turkic wolf troops. At the spiritual level, these so-called brave prairie wolf soldiers may not be much better than ordinary women and children.

For a time, the morale of the Turkic side fell sharply. On the grassland that advocated bravery, Bi Xuan’s position in the hearts of Turks was actually far above the so-called profuse sweat. It can be said that the influence caused by He Heng’s killing of Bi Xuan is still there. His original goal-above Jie Li.

The prairie wolf army was wailing, the collapse of faith was fatal to them, their cooperation with each other began to slow, and the formation collapsed. This is already a sign of defeat. On such a large-scale battlefield, an army that is not formed into a formation can hardly be of much use, no matter how strong their individual bravery is. The way of marching lies in the word cooperation, not the so-called. “Individual heroes”, unless martial arts reach the Yin Shen state or above, you can try “individual heroism” in large-scale combat.

However, after Bi Xuan’s death, He Heng did not give up his goal, but continued to kill Jieli. After all, he used to boast about Haikou. Even if he goes back now, no one will say anything, but he never did. He cared about the opinions of others, but in most cases, He Heng kept his promises and did what he said.

This may be one of his few noble qualities.

After Bi Xuan died, Jie Li discovered that the situation was not good. He immediately drove away from He Heng’s place and was seen by He Heng at a glance.

“Want to go? Your four legs may not have passed my two legs!” He Heng snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly jumped over the heads of many Turkic soldiers. It was more than ten feet in a vertical direction. Jie Li caught up with the fleeing.

“Hurry up, protect the sweat!” A Turkic general yelled, a soldier came to He Heng, and thousands of shooters immediately bowed their bows and sent out thousands of arrows.

He Heng let out a cold shout, an infinite gust of wind was swirling between the heavens and the earth, and his whole body was enveloped by a wall of air, with nothing to shake, resisting sharp arrows.

“Can’t delay.” He Heng looked at the gradually dimming Qi Wall. After the battle for so long, his cultivation base is a bit overwhelming. Although this Qi Wall can resist sharp arrows, it is only because he is full of Qi. Case.

Suddenly, He Heng speeded up and quickly approached Jieli, only ten feet away from him. The generals around Jieli were greatly changed, and they gathered people to stop He Heng, but they did not see much effect.

“Protect the sweat!” “Don’t run away, kill this demon!” “Protect the sweat to the death!”

Many Turkic generals roared and swarmed to kill He Heng, but these were moths to fight the fire, and they did not have much effect. Although there are many Turkic soldiers here, Jie Li is just such an adult. Or a few hundred?

For He Heng, even tens of thousands of troops are in vain, and he can’t hurt a single hair at all. He may be crushed to death by the number, but without reaching the end of the crossbow, it is impossible to be injured by these ordinary soldiers. of.

With three feet left to Jieli, He Heng could already see his face clearly, full of horror.

Divine Sense suddenly swept out, and the hand of a guard holding a knife by Jie Li’s hand suddenly became unstable. The knife fell to the ground, and it happened to meet Jie Li’s mount on a narrow road. The horse’s leg hurts, and Jie Li’s running action was abruptly stagnant.

“Die!” He Heng sneered. Under “The Way of Viewing the Sky”, he saw the luck of a silver-white wolf covering the top of this person’s head. After confirming that it was Jie Li, he lightly patted it.

The surging energy rolled, the void shook for it, and the sky thundered and roared, and this huge palm print went straight into Jie Li’s heart.

“No!” Jie Li turned his head abruptly, drew his sword and slashed at He Heng’s palm. Although he is also a famous warrior on the grassland, he can hardly hold the three palms of He Heng.

“The strong man, stop, as long as you are willing to let me go, I will have a good return in the future…” When Jie Li was like to say something, He Heng pointed, and a long sword aura passed through his forehead, blood fierce. The ground burst out, and it was very red.

“There is so much nonsense, and the last words are so verbose.” He Heng glanced at the sky, actually insight into the heavens and the earth through “the way of observing the sky”. On the northern prairie, a silver-white giant wolf wailed abruptly, and then The entire collapse turned into dozens of giant wolves of different sizes.

“Interesting, Jie Li is dead, and the world seizes its place? The grassland is such a cruel place, where the weak and the strong eat the strong.” He Heng sighed quietly, but this was in his interest.

“Sweat!” “Sweat!”

The wailing sound disrupted He Heng’s contemplation, Jie Li died, and many Turkic generals, in their grief, flooded with hatred toward He Heng, the instigator.

“Kill him, avenge Khan!” “Kill!”

One by one, the red-eyed Turkic high-level leaders led soldiers and horses around He Heng, scrambling to kill them.

“Interesting, are you busy fighting for throne?” He Heng sneered. The Khan of Turkic is different from the throne of the Central Plains. It has always been done by the chiefs of the major tribes and competed by the law of the jungle. Who is the strongest? It’s sweating profusely.

The original Jieli tribe was the strongest tribe, but the strength of the other big tribes was not much different.

Now that Jieli is dead, the strongest tribe has no leader, and the position of sweat is left empty. It is a good time for the leaders of other tribes. If at this time they can kill He Heng and avenge Jieli, then they will fight for the position of sweat in the future. At that time, there was the name of righteousness. This name is useless when there is a huge difference in strength, but it has a huge effect when there is not much difference between each other.

So for a time, He Heng became a sweet potato, and the heads of many grassland tribes flocked to take his life.

“An ant thinks, a group of monkeys are trying to kill tigers to prove their bravery in order to compete for the position of the monkey king?” He Heng smiled dismissively. Under his gaze at this moment, there is not much difference between ordinary people and monkeys.

He is even more noncommittal about their thoughts, and doesn’t care at all.

“It’s ridiculous, it’s better to go back!” He Heng sighed quietly, his figure suddenly turned into afterimages, no matter how many Turkic soldiers looked for, they couldn’t find a trace.

After dozens of breaths, He Heng was already standing at the head of the city, looking down at the bottom coldly, seemingly dismissive.

After the deaths of Bi Xuan and Jie Li, the Turkic wolf army lost its backbone, and Yang Guang took the opportunity to defeat it. He suffered severe damage and retreated hundreds of miles in a row.

In the next few days, the major tribes of the Turkic quarreled with each other constantly for the position of profuse sweat, and it was always difficult to reconcile, and even internal fighting occurred.

This is the credit of He Heng. He sneaked into the big tents of the leaders of the major tribes in Turke, controlled them with spiritual thoughts, and then ordered them to attack each other.

The relationship between them is originally a competitive relationship. Once the blood is produced, the contradiction becomes the fuse, and there is no need for He Heng to continue to do anything.

The best way to deal with the Turks is to disintegrate them from within, otherwise the assassination of sweat will be useless.

In the winter of the fifteenth year of Daye, the various tribes of the East Turkistan clashed fiercely. Dozens of tribal leaders fought for their position and attacked each other.

Yang Guang took the opportunity to send troops to break the Turks and expel them from the Central Plains in one fell swoop.

It took a total of two months.

In the South at this time, Song Que and Kou Zhong worked together. Although it was only two months, they had already annexed half of the South, but they were still far from their expectations. In the original plan of the two, even if Yang Guang did not lose the Turks, it would take at least a few years before they could expel the Turks. At that time, they had already calmed down the south, and after a period of time to work with ease, it was enough to cause the most damage at this time. The big Sui Jun competed in a showdown.

But now, they have not fully attacked the South, and the Sui Army’s damage in the northern battlefield is far less serious than they thought.

For a while, Song Que and Kou Zhong hesitated. It is an unwise thing in itself to compete with the Great Sui Empire, which has held the world for decades with half of the South. Whether it is national strength, military strength, or even all aspects, they obviously don’t have that strength.

At this time, He Heng also prepared an assassin for Kou Xu and Shi Feixuan.

After this woman was experimented by He Heng, the change was simply the difference between the world and the earth. Seeing that something went wrong, she immediately surrendered with a group of nuns. Anyway, the nuns of Cihang Jingzhai didn’t shave their heads much. He Heng’s actions to destroy Fan didn’t have much impact on them. In doing so, they can be said to know the current affairs as talents.

At this moment, Kou Zhong’s strength was not as good as that of Da Sui. Kou Zhong, the guy who regarded fighting for the world as a game, was a bit hesitant, whether to continue fighting with Yang Guang, so that the people didn’t have a lot of life, and he didn’t have much chance of winning.

After being persuaded by Shi Fei Xuan, she was naturally shaken.

The result they brought back to He Heng was that Song Que offered to fight him and used the knife in his hand to make a difference. If He Heng defeated him, the South would calm down instantly.

“Tell him, yes!” He Heng’s face Gu Bo said unhappily.