The cold wind howled outside, making the doorrail or something clank as it was passed in one after another.
But immediately, someone from outside immediately went to stabilize it so that the annoying noise would not disturb the saint inside.
Inside the door, Li Jing picked up a high chair and leaned gently on it. His expression softened, and with a faint smile on his lips, he carefully looked at the shaman opposite.
This woman is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is wearing a snow-colored hooded cloak and an embroidered straight-embroidered robe. Her waist can be vaguely seen, which makes her tall figure even more plump and graceful.
Under the hood, there is a heroic face, sword eyebrows are looming, and the facial features are exquisite and three-dimensional, which is particularly heroic.
Unexpectedly, she was a native of Mobei, and her skin was so white that it could reflect light.
With a slight hum, Yelu Zhiwu took off the hood on his head.
The blue-gray hood was also taken off.
The brown short ear-length hair underneath dangled out in a mess as the hood was removed. However, they were all tied up because of the jade inlay on her forehead. The ends of the pigtails behind her ears were swaying gently because they were decorated with several hairbands of different colors.
"I have heard for a long time that the Emperor of the Central Plains has unparalleled military power. When I saw him today, it turned out to be true."
Her bare bare feet gently picked up the long-tapered scepter nailed to the side, then she held it up with one hand and pointed at Li Jing from a distance of less than one foot.
Just listening to this clear and melodious voice, people who haven't seen her face would think she is a soft girl.
The face and voice don't quite match.
Li Jing sat with her legs crossed with interest, one foot crossed, and her slightly frivolous legs facing her.
"Mobei sent the Great Shaman here personally to take my life?"
Yelv Zhiwu raised his chin slightly, and the red eyes were very clear: "Otherwise, what do you think?"
Li Jing slowly trimmed her nails with the previous dagger, her eyes lowered.
"Of course I thought it was Queen Yingtian who saw Mobei's irreversible defeat and sent the Great Shaman to beg for peace."
Yelu Zhiwu snorted, and her tone became a little cold: "Your soldiers and horses have killed so many of our grassland people, how can the queen beg you to surrender?"
The former laughed dumbly, and then raised his eyes, with a cold light in his eyes, just like a sword that had just been unsheathed.
"You grassland people, have you not killed and humiliated our Han people? In the past year since you entered the customs, you have burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil deeds! As a shaman, you are well versed in the affairs of ghosts and gods day and night. Who knew that even the people of the Tang Dynasty, who died with hatred, could also enter my dream and cry out to complain about their grievances!"
Yelv Zhiwu was choked for a moment, and her momentum dropped slightly due to the sudden high-pitched voice.
But she was still unconvinced, so she just took back the scepter, nailed it heavily to the ground, and then said very frankly:
"The grassland people came here under the guidance of the gods. Before that, you Central Plains people killed each other and conquered each other. There were constant wars. How many of you died tragically?"
She paused, and then seriously suggested: "I think you, the Emperor of the Central Plains, are different from those Jin kings and kings of Yan. Why do you have to fight me, Mobei? Why don't you call a truce? You take care of your Central Plains, and we take care of ours." grassland?"
Li Jing smiled, clasped his hands on his knees, and raised his sword eyes slightly.
"The Great Shaman must have forgotten that you are the one who wants to fight me first."
Yelv Zhiwu choked up, raised the scepter in his hand, and raised it towards Li Jing again. He said angrily: "Since you insist on continuing the fight, you must fight in my hands first!"
Li Jing dismissed it: "Why should I fight you?"
The Mobei girl was stunned when she heard this, and took a step forward with her scepter in hand.
"How can you, the majestic Emperor of the Central Plains, be so cowardly!"
Li Jing raised a finger and gently pushed away the long awl that almost poked her nose. Li Jing sneered: "What a barbarian. What kind of identity am I? If you ask me to fight with you, I will fight with you? Looking at it? In the entire Mobei, if you are qualified to have me punished personally, you must first call your mother."
Yelv Zhiwu was furious for a moment, her knees bent slightly, and a burst of energy radiated from her body. The slit robe and skirt of her lower body lifted up in the wind, revealing two long white straight legs.
In the red phoenix eyes under her heroic sword-shaped brows, the pair of red children became even redder. Her elbows were halfway back, and the scepter in her hand was raised high.
"An Neng calls me a barbarian!"
The scepter of the hammer and cone gun flew down in the air and hit Li Jing's face.
With a "crash", the chair was instantly smashed into pieces, but Li Jing had already somersaulted out.
When he was in the air, he turned his waist and a horizontal knife hanging on the wall was unsheathed. Then he turned and slashed down, colliding hard with the scepter chasing behind him.
There was a metallic sound, and a violent energy swept out from around the two people in an instant, tearing apart an object in the room.
The door of the room was also banged by the air waves, but the people outside didn't seem to hear it. No matter what happened inside, no one broke in to save him.
In just a few breaths of time, the two had fought for ten rounds. The tables and chairs were smashed by hammers, and the wooden pillars were also covered with knife marks.
With a bang, the two pulled away.
Yelv Zhiwu retreated to the door, holding the scepter diagonally in his right hand, his face full of joy.
She suddenly pulled off the tie of the cloak and threw it aside, revealing her slender waist and jade arms.
"This is so ridiculous—Li Jing!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed towards Li Jing. In half a breath, she was in front of Li Jing. She raised up like a diamond scepter and hit the latter's cheek from right to left.
Li Jing's eyes were unmoved. He squatted down almost at the same time, swept his right leg close to the ground, twisted his waist, and thrust the horizontal knife in his hand towards Yelv Zhiwu's lower abdomen.
"Wow".
The table eucalyptus was completely smashed to pieces by Yelu Zhiwu, but the scepter that carried away the power suddenly descended in a terrifying arc, blocking the horizontal knife that almost cut through the belt.
She received a whip on her left calf, but she seemed completely unaware of the pain. She raised her right foot, and after a beautiful curve appeared, she swept it heavily towards the base of Li Jing's leg.
At this time, both of them were under fierce attack, and the weapons in their hands were completely useless. They could only fight at close range, like two pythons intersecting, and the shadows of their legs intertwined, causing a thunderous sound.
After dozens of rounds of this entanglement, Yelv Zhiwu seized the opportunity, flipped the scepter in her palm, and slammed it down.
"winter……"
A big hole was made in the floor, but the horizontal knife in Li Jing's hand could no longer withstand the beating and broke into two.
He dodged, flipped backwards, and pressed against the wall in a half-fork shape. He then raised his right hand, his fingers turning into halberd shapes, and pointed at Yelu Zhiwu, who was rushing towards him.
not good!
Alarm bells rang in the latter's heart, and she suddenly paused. The scepter that was stretched behind her came out instantly, and then she clenched her hands tightly and nailed it heavily in front of her body.
"boom……"
White arrogance burst out from Li Jing's fingertips, just like a violent storm, rushing towards Yelu Zhiwu at the door.
The fragile door was finally overwhelmed by the weight and was torn open in an instant. The arrogance did not stay at all and spurted straight out.
Looking from the sky, most of the door walls of the government office were suddenly broken by this arrogance.
The world turned silent, but a cough slowly sounded.
The white mist slowly dissipated, but the scepter still stood, and the girl from Mobei behind also stood proudly.
Half of her skirt was torn to pieces, leaving only the top of her thighs. There were no traces of hair on her arms that were holding the scepter tightly. The white reflection of the jade fingers on her bare arms made her fairer and more beautiful.
I don’t know how this girl of seventeen or eighteen years old has such long, slender and straight legs.
Li Jing closed her eyes, raised her eyes and looked outside.
In the dim light between them, half of the government office had been penetrated, but no one was there.
Is it a fantasy...?
He turned his wrist, feeling that today should be a tough battle.
"snort--"
Yelu Zhiwu wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth. After this rush, the breath all over her body seemed to be thicker.
The scepter emitted a strange light in her hand, and a violent energy began to surge up from her body, and then in a sudden moment, she flew out of the sky in shock.
"It's time to end, the Emperor of the Central Plains——"
Li Jing looked solemn, the muscles in his legs bulged, and the internal power of several major techniques in his body began to operate at full strength.
He was not sure that he could catch Mobei's strongest blow.
But at this moment, a sharp sound broke through the air suddenly.
He was startled, and saw in his sight, a golden light suddenly hit from the horizon, and everything it passed was torn apart!
The speed is so fast and the momentum is so strong that it is far beyond the reach of lightning!
Yelv Zhiwu, who was already in the air, was startled.
"How brave!
! "
Behind her, there was a hoarse voice that could not suppress the rage.
What is heartbreaking is that this voice has not yet arrived.
Yuan Tiangang has arrived.
