Meng Mulie stood in the sky, like a god descending from the world, looking down at the floating world.
Hua Wufeng stood on the city wall and faced each other proudly, without even the slightest flinch.
The two stood silently for a moment. Meng Mulie's finger moved slightly, and Hua Wufeng flashed in front of him and swept across with a sharp sword.
Meng Mulie retreated sharply. Hua Wufeng did not pursue him, but the sword energy followed Meng Mulie. No matter how fast he was, he could not get rid of the sword energy.
Finally, he caught up and slashed with sword energy, leaving a small cut on Meng Mulie's neck.
Meng Mulie reached out and touched the small wound on his neck, and said calmly: "The Five Peaks of Hua in the Central Plains are well-deserved."
Hua Wufeng smiled: "Haha, Dahan is too praised."
A simple sentence, but there is a faint fluctuation of the sword's intention, which makes people feel like a light on their backs.
Meng Mulie gathered his energy and was about to respond, but found Hua Wufeng in mid-air, turned around and walked towards the city wall. Although there was nothing under his feet, he was as steady as walking down the stairs.
Many people in the city couldn't help but wonder if their eyes were wrong when they saw this scene.
Meng Mulie descended from mid-air, landed on the ground, and walked towards Hua Wufeng step by step: "Do you want to delay?"
After Hua Wufeng saw through his thoughts, he was not angry or embarrassed. He smiled and said: "Since you are the Great Khan of Beiyi, you must also be considerate of the people of Beiyi. No matter what the reason for the fight, the people are always innocent."
"Qianya died in the Central Plains, and no one in the Central Plains is innocent." Meng Mulie shook his head gently.
Hua Wufeng sighed: "Who should I turn to settle the debt for my daughter's murder of my Central Plains knight? Alas, when will the injustice be repaid?"
Meng Mulie moved his feet, and the distance of dozens of feet was reached in the blink of an eye. Hua Wufeng only had time to raise his body and jump up to avoid his fierce attack.
One punch hit the city gate.
The city gate remained motionless.
The northern soldiers who were lucky enough to see this scene on the city wall were a little shocked. Before they could understand it, they could only hear the sound of shattering beneath their bodies.
The city gate shattered into pieces of wood and collapsed.
Hua Wufeng narrowed his eyes. He could see that although Meng Mulie was angry at this time, he had not tried his best. If he attacks with all his strength, not to mention the city gate, even the city wall may not be able to be saved.
Just when I thought of this, the same cracking sound as before was heard everywhere on the northern city wall.
"this…"
Just like the city gate, the entire northern city wall collapsed, leaving broken bricks and rubble everywhere and filled with smoke.
Meng Mulie walked into the city calmly and looked at the dumbfounded Hua Wufeng in mid-air: "We haven't tried our best yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword fell and his tongue was chopped off.
Meng Mulie stretched out his hand, grabbed Hua Wufeng's arm, pulled him out of mid-air, and threw him to the ground.
"Bang!"
Debris flew, and the smoke became even worse.
When the smoke gradually dissipated, there was nothing on the ground.
"Afterimage..." Meng Mulie realized that he had not caught him at all.
"Your Majesty, it's not too late to turn back now."
"If I show my extraordinary skills, it may be difficult for you to resist."
"There are countless talented people in the world. Your Majesty, please do not go against the will of heaven."
"I have good words to persuade you, but I hope you will think twice."
"Back off."
On the ruins, in private houses, and beside the streets, dozens of Hua Wufeng walked out at once, and the number was even increasing.
Meng Mulie stood quietly: "I'm just pretending to be a ghost, these are just your afterimages."
"Afterimage?"
The surrounding Northland soldiers all widened their eyes. With so many afterimages, how fast this old man must be!
The Hua Wufeng people smiled but did not answer. After a while, about twenty Hua Wufeng stood in a circle around Meng Mulie.
"Twenty-three." Meng Mulie accurately stated the number.
This circle is also irregular. Behind Hua Wufeng, there is one person missing, leaving a blank space.
Meng Mulie noticed it, but didn't think this was his weakness.
"Yan Zhuyue!" Twenty-three Hua Wufeng shouted at the same time.
Moved, the first Hua Wufeng moved and rushed towards Meng Mulie. No one could see his movements and figure clearly, not even Meng Mulie.
The two passed by each other, and Meng Mulie felt a slight sting on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a small cut appeared on the leather jacket he was wearing.
In the gap behind Meng Mulie, the first Hua Wufeng had just stood. The second Hua Wufeng on the other side followed closely behind, at the same speed...
The third one holds the sword and prepares his strength...
For a time, the twenty-three Huawu Peaks, centered on Meng Mulie, seemed to attack at the same time.
The sword rises and falls, the shadow comes and goes...
There were countless small wounds on Meng Mulie's body, from head to toe, everywhere.
Meng Mulie saw the right moment and punched several times out of thin air. However, as soon as each punch hit, Hua Wufeng disappeared inadvertently, leaving it as an afterimage.
This one is an afterimage, and that one is also an afterimage.
In a daze, Meng Mulie seemed to feel that the real Hua Wufeng had disappeared long ago, and these twenty-three were all like afterimages.
"That's all..."
Meng Mulie simply stood still and even closed his eyes, looking like he was letting what was done to him.
"Ada, what do you think of my boxing skills?"
"Qianya, you need to straighten your hands, not your hands, use your waist, use your waist!"
"Ada, I don't want to learn boxing anymore."
"Then what do you want to learn?"
"Learn to shoot! Still cool with guns!"
"Okay, okay! I'll find a marksman master right now, Qianya, wait a minute!"
"Ada, Qianya has learned how to use the spear, but Qianya still wants to learn the sword!"
…
After an unknown amount of time, Meng Mulie slowly opened his eyes with a hint of smile.
The eyes slowly opened, but the smile slowly disappeared. In this world, Qianya disappeared...
Meng Mulie looked around him. There was no good flesh on his body, and there were tiny wounds everywhere, dripping with blood. At this moment, he seemed to be turned into a bloody man by his own blood.
The surrounding Hua Wufeng had also disappeared, leaving only one person standing in front of him, less than ten feet away, very close.
"As people get older, their swords also become dull..." Hua Wufeng's palm holding the sword shook slightly, and the sword in his hand also vibrated, seeming to be whining slightly.
"I was indeed panicking just now. If it weren't for Qianya, I'm afraid my mood would have been shattered by you."
Hua Wufeng smiled softly: "The Great Khan also has a daughter, and tens of millions of people in the Central Plains also have families. Do you really think you can't retreat?"
Meng Mulie shook his head slightly: "No."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Hua Wufeng's hand broke with a "ding" sound and fell to the ground.
"Taking tricks is not the right way..." Hua Wufeng slowly closed his eyes and dropped the broken sword in his hand to the ground...
Hua Wufeng, the leader of Taiyi, died in battle and returned to the city.
Meng Mulie bowed slightly to Hua Wufeng's body: "The old gentleman has never taken any tricks, and he deserves his title."
Meng Mulie knew that Hua Wufeng's "Yan Zhuyue" move was astonishingly powerful. If he hadn't gotten older and his strength had declined, he might not have simply become a "bloody man".
When he was young, Hua Wufeng had a sharp and fast sword, capable of killing all the traitors in the world.
But as he got older, Hua Wufeng often felt that he was not strong enough, so he changed his sword skills. A sword move does not cut the body but the heart.
If a person with a bad character gets panicked by this sword move, he is afraid that his state of mind will be cut off. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, it will be difficult for his martial arts to progress further.
Meng Mulie saw through this, simply closed his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. Being with his daughter in the divine sea, even if his body is damaged and bruised, so what?
Holding tightly to his state of mind, Hua Wufeng was helpless. With all his strength, his own energy was exhausted and he was consumed to death.
The surviving Northland soldiers around looked at Meng Mulie who had become a "bloody man", each holding a weapon, and cautiously surrounded him.
"Qianya is dead. I have received the grace of my life from the old gentleman and I won't argue with you." Meng Mulie looked around. The little people who used to be like ants have now become living people in his eyes.
"Guicheng is the place where the old gentleman passed away. I won't take action, so you can take care of yourself." After Meng Mulie finished speaking, he turned around and left slowly to the north.
The spears in the hands of the northern soldiers standing in front of Meng Mulie were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
The northern soldiers, who were all tall and powerful, were facing Meng Mulie. No one dared to take action anymore, and even unconsciously opened a passage to let him pass.
Meng Mulie walked slowly and passed by two northern soldiers. Even his bloody hands touched the bodies of the two soldiers, but he did not get angry.
The two Northland soldiers felt as if they had just passed death. The spears in their hands fell to the ground. Their eyes were dull and they did not dare to move.
Meng Mulie walked out of Guicheng and continued walking north...
…
Returning to the south gate of the city, a general rushed over to report the situation to Zhou Ziru.
"What? Taiyi's Hua Wufeng is dead?" Zhou Ziru was shocked.
"The corpse has been restrained, Prime Minister Zhou, should it be sent to Taiyi or..." The general asked Zhou Ziru's opinion.
Zhou Ziru calmed down. Although he didn't know much about things in the world, he also knew that Taiyi's Hua Wufeng was the well-deserved number two in the world in the martial arts world. For decades, he had always been condescending to Zhenyang Zhang Zongbai.
Even Hua Wufeng is dead now. If Meng Mulie leaves and comes back, who else can stop him?
But then I thought about what Meng Mulie said before leaving. Since he had already decided not to take action against Guicheng again, he would not go back on his promise given his status.
"Quickly mobilize people to build the northern wall of Guicheng. It must be completed before the Beiyi army arrives!" Zhou Ziru hurriedly ordered.
If the city wall is allowed to shatter, the Beiyi army will probably become suspicious.
"Gui Cheng must let the Bei Yi attack in, we can't let them in!"
The King of the North laughed at the side and said: "Hahahaha, okay, Prime Minister Zhou has given Guicheng some dignity. I would like to thank Prime Minister Zhou for this."
"Your Majesty, it's almost time, quickly follow the army and retreat southward!"
King Jin Mu of the North shook his head: "Go? No! My Jin family has lived here for six hundred years, where are we going? Even if I die, I will die here."
"Prince, why have you changed your mind again!" Zhou Ziru was a little frightened and angry, and couldn't help but increase his tone.
"Hahahaha, I can't leave~" The North King ignored him, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the city.
