A figure passed through the soaring flames, still carrying raging fire, and rushed towards Meng Mulie.
Meng Mulie stretched out his palm, reached into the blazing fire, and pinched the figure's neck accurately.
"Vain."
Yi Xiaodao, who was strangled by the neck, struggled desperately, but couldn't break free at all. The flames on his body gradually became smaller and extinguished, and finally went out completely.
Meng Mulie grinned and was about to speak.
Suddenly, the "Yi Xiaodao" in his hand suddenly expanded and turned into a big fat man. Then it exploded, and a ball of hot fire rushed straight into Meng Mulie's face.
The sudden attack caught Meng Mulie off guard. He took a few steps back, stretched out his hand and slapped his hand violently, extinguishing the raging fire. At the same time, he retreated quickly, fearing that some new tricks would appear.
Where Yi Xiaodao stood, the flames soaring into the sky had been extinguished, but there was nothing there. How could there be any figure of Yi Xiaodao?
Meng Mulie raised his eyes and looked around. To the north, a figure ran away. It was Yi Xiaodao who took the opportunity to escape.
"A little bit of skill, just a little bit!"
Meng Mulie was about to start chasing after him, when suddenly a pleasant flute sound came.
"Um?"
While hearing the sound of the flute, Meng Mulie clearly felt that he could not move.
"There are quite a few masters in the Central Plains." Meng Mulie looked to the south. Nine people stood in a row. It was Bai Xinglong and Yin Yang Bazi who were chasing Yi Xiaodao.
The Yin and Yang Bazi looked at each other. They didn't know who this man was. They only knew that he was from Beiyi based on his clothes. Yao Qingmiao took action.
The moment Bai Xinglong saw Meng Mulie turning around, he was shocked and angry. Unexpectedly, I would meet Meng Mulie here!
Zhu Sangqiu noticed Bai Xinglong's expression and guessed in his mind: "Is he the Beiyi Khan Meng Mulie?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. This place was still far away from Guicheng. How could this Beiyi Khan appear here? Could it be that returning to the city...
"Mr. Zhu, what should I do?" Qiang Yinjiao asked Zhu Sangqiu. After all, he was the oldest here and had the most experience in the world.
"By capturing him, Daqi will no longer be disturbed by the Northern Yi, and the young master can sit back and relax. Why should he hesitate?" Luo Wei was the first to express his thoughts here, and wanted to capture Meng Mulie directly here.
After all, if the Yin and Yang Eight Sons attack together, they will rarely fail.
Bai Xinglong advised: "We are not his opponent, I suggest you avoid him first."
Yao Qingmiao's flute sound became louder, indicating his presence. The meaning couldn't be more obvious, he had already restrained Meng Mulie.
"I don't have time to fight with him here. Let's rush back to the city as soon as possible." Jian Liuyun was only worried about He Yue'er's safety now.
"Have you discussed it? Do you want to listen to my opinion?" Meng Mulie's face turned cold. It felt uncomfortable to be left alone.
Yao Qingmiao quickly said: "I have restrained him. Now kill him here and everything will stop!"
Just as he was talking, the sound of the flute paused, and Meng Mulie turned around. Yao Qingmiao was so frightened that he started playing again and continued to control Meng Mulie.
"Then let's do it!" Jian Liuyun drew his sword and rushed towards Meng Mulie first.
"Be careful!" Bai Xinglong caught up with him in one stride. His speed was much faster than Jian Liuyun. He grabbed her waist and took her aside.
Jian Liuyun's cheeks were slightly red, and no man had yet put his arm around her waist!
But now is not the time to be distracted, he said angrily: "What are you doing!"
Bai Xinglong looked at Meng Mulie warily, who stood motionless, as if he was really frozen.
"I'm saving you! If you had rushed up just now, you would definitely die!" Bai Xinglong knew that even Yi Xiaodao couldn't beat them, and they would not be their opponents.
In the past six years, Yi Xiaodao had grown up so much, and even he had never seen the black flames that day. Obviously, Yi Xiaodao's current strength is very terrifying. He may have reached the end of his breath and is just one step away from becoming an immortal.
But even Yi Xiaodao couldn't withstand Meng Mulie's punch. They...
Bai Xinglong is not optimistic.
"Young Sheng is right, Jian Liuyun, you are too impatient!" Zhu Sangqiu put down the guqin he was carrying, sat cross-legged, and started playing.
Jiao Luoying on the side was silent and didn't say much. He also took out the golden cymbal and started hitting it.
Luo Wei, who was in charge of the battle, saw that everyone was moving their hands, and without hesitation, he put down the big drum in his arms, took out two drumsticks, and started beating.
The drum beat continuously, and everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts. The fighting spirit gradually became more intense, and he straightened his chest, and even Meng Mulie no longer looked so scary.
"superior!"
Qiang Yinjiao and the other three women made a coquettish noise at the same time, and attacked Meng Mulie together.
Jian Liuyun also pushed Bai Xinglong away and rushed over together.
Bai Xinglong tried hard to restrain the desire to fight in his heart, retreated instead of advancing, and came to Zhu Sangqiu and others.
"Is Taiyi's disciple so cowardly?" Luo Wei was a big talker. He said whatever he wanted, and he was still sarcastic. He kept beating the drumstick in his hand, and even beat it faster and faster.
Bai Xinglong finally couldn't hold it any longer, and not only did he feel high-spirited fighting spirit, but also a deep hatred.
Taiyi Hua Wufeng died in the hands of Meng Mulie. Now there are Yin and Yang Eight Sons to help. If the master's hatred is not avenged now, then when!
Bai Xinglong was extremely fast and caught up from behind. The five of them approached Meng Mulie together. Meng Mulie did not panic, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth...
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Duan Tong was a little tired.
Human physical strength is limited. When he first started to attack, Duan Tong attacked quickly and fiercely, and did not take these heavy wolf riders seriously. But after fighting for so long, from night to dawn, even the Iron Man should take a rest.
Moreover, as time dragged on, Duan Tong's physical strength was gradually declining, but the heavy wolf rider did not have that. Every time one of Duan Tong's heavy wolf cavalry was hacked to death during the siege, new ones would come to replace him.
What goes around comes around, and everyone is radical.
In Duan Tong's eyes, they are always at their best.
"This heavy wolf cavalry is indeed powerful! I'm afraid that even if the Great Khan is here, he is no match for Lord Qi Wukuoxie's heavy wolf cavalry!" Duan Tong couldn't help but say.
"Ha... you want to provoke me and the Great Khan? What a big joke!" Qi Guoxie remained unmoved and smiled scornfully at Duan Tong's clumsy flattery and provocation.
If there is anyone in Beiyi who is least likely to betray Meng Mulie, it can only be him, Qi Wukuoxie.
Finally, Duan Tong made a mistake and was caught by the Chonglangqi next to him. He slashed down with a ghost wolf sword close to his face, only an inch away from the tip of his nose.
After the first mistake, Duan Tong hid in the next few attacks of Chonglangqi in a very embarrassed manner, and suffered some minor wounds from the Ghost Wolf Sword on his body. Some of the wounds are in tricky places, and if you hadn't escaped quickly, you might have died here.
Seeing Duan Tong hiding in embarrassment, He Yue'er became anxious, not because she cared about Duan Tong, but because if Duan Tong fell here, she would have no hope of escaping.
It is much better to fall into the hands of Duan Tong than to fall into the hands of Qi Wukuoxie.
"We are fighting in private. When the Great Khan comes, I will tell you the truth!"
Duan Tong had no choice but to move out of Meng Mulie.
Qi Wukuoxie turned a deaf ear and either didn't do it or never did it.
While they were fighting, five thousand wolves came riding in the distance. Just by looking at them, you could feel the chilling air coming towards them.
Duan Tong also saw it, and his heart gradually sank. He also knew that with Qi Wukuoxie's temperament, there was absolutely no reason why he should be left behind.
In the current situation, Duan Tong weighed it himself, and he was afraid that he could only hold on for one stick of incense.
"You are so brave, you started fighting again while I was away!" Meng Mulie's voice came over and was clearly audible.
Qi Wukuoxie was stunned when he heard this. The Great Khan was usually a dragon that never saw its end. Why did he come back so quickly today?
Qi Wukuoxie was startled, not to mention the rest of the heavy wolf riders. A hint of fear appeared on the originally cold face.
Gradually zooming in, some heavy wolf knights have already dropped their ghost wolf swords and are kneeling on the ground. They don't know where to kneel, so they just kneel down on the spot.
Trembling.
"Great Khan, Duan Tsang is trying to rebel against Bei Yi, so I will kill him here!" Qi Guangkuoxie decided that the evildoer would file a complaint first.
Duan Tong was overjoyed, he had been fooled before. Turning to look at He Yue'er, he saw He Yue'er waving to him repeatedly, indicating to escape.
Duan Tong dropped the Ghost Wolf Sword in his hand and strode towards He Yue'er.
"You still dare to deny it? You said he rebelled against Beiyi, do you have any evidence?" He Yue'er continued to imitate Meng Mulie's voice in order to stabilize Qi Wukuoxie.
"And you, heavy wolf cavalry, can you bully others at will with the help of your elite? Why don't you commit suicide and wait for me to take action!"
He Yue'er didn't expect that these Beiyi people were so afraid of Meng Mulie. If he could just say a few more words, it would be great if he could force them to commit suicide with a knife.
But as soon as these words came out, Duan Tong was horrified, and nervously looked back at Qi Wukuoxie, and their eyes happened to meet.
"You are so brave, you dare to imitate the voice of Khan!" Qi Guukuo was furious.
He Yue'er was a little confused. His imitation was not only superb, but it was also lifelike. How many people had he deceived? How did Qi Guokuoxie find out?
Duan Tong jumped with his feet and jumped into the air. Several ghost wolf swords slashed down the ground where he had just stood.
Duan Tong rushed to He Yue'er's side, grabbed her collar, and pulled her up from the ground.
As soon as the two left, the two old Beiyi soldiers who were left on the ground were chopped into several pieces by the heavy wolf cavalry.
"How did he know that I was pretending?" He Yuer asked in confusion.
Duan Tong pulled He Yue'er in mid-air, not daring to slack off, and headed south. He took the time to answer He Yue'er and said: "Meng Mulie will not order the killing of the Beiyi people. This kind of thing is usually done by Tiba. Nuoheqi Wukuoye gives the order!"
He Yue'er then nodded: "I see." At the same time, she secretly regretted that if she hadn't been too impatient, they would still be kept in the dark!
Looking at Duan Tong and He Yue'er walking away, Qi Wukuo's evil spirit kept coming. He stretched out his hand and a soldier had already handed him a long bow.
Draw the bow, nock the arrow, aim.
"middle!"
