A strong wind from the north blew by, raising up loess, sand, and... a piece of blood foam.
Meng Mulie had shrunk to the size of a normal person and was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily. Not far in front of him, there lay a corpse with white hair and beard, which was indistinguishable from human form.
Meng Mulie raised his head and looked at the sun that was already in the middle of the sun: "Oh, it actually delayed me for two full hours... But looking at Duan Tong's condition, I believe he won't be able to run very far in two hours."
After exhaling heavily, Meng Mulie stood up and continued to chase south.
As Meng Mulie expected, Duan Tong ran for two hours first, but he didn't run very far in the end. It was only about fifty miles, but even ordinary people could walk more than fifty miles in two hours.
But Duan Tong was not only carrying himself, but also two bodies and one corpse. It was rare to be able to escape so far.
Fifty miles seemed like a long way, but for Meng Mulie, it was just a cup of tea and a stick of incense.
Meng Mulie had already seen Duan Tong from a distance, who was following suit. There were three people hanging on his body, and there would be no one else besides him.
Duan Tong also noticed the movement behind him and knew that Meng Mulie was chasing him. He didn't look back. If he didn't look back, he would be Meng Mulie. If he looked back, he would be Meng Mulie. If he takes two more steps, he will have more life.
Walking to the front, the official road ends, and here is a spacious place. Judging from the marks on the ground, someone should have opened a tea shed here before for guests to rest.
None of this is important. What is important is that at this time, ten people stood in front of Duan Tong.
These ten people all look like young men, and they are all different. The only similarity is that they have a conspicuous dragon head embroidered on their chests.
All Chen Congwei have arrived.
"Are you still alive?" Jiahai asked aloud.
Duan Tong nodded with difficulty: "There is still breath..."
Qingtian looked at Meng Mulie who was coming quickly behind him, raised his head to Duan Tong, and motioned aside: "The carriage is there, do you know how to drive a horse?"
Duan Tong showed a little joy on his face and walked towards the carriage.
As he passed by Lan Yue and Zhai Xing, Jia Hai said softly: "The late Emperor also regretted what happened to the Duan family back then... He sent us to chase you, not to kill you... Otherwise, You can’t run away.”
A tear fell from Duan Tong's face: "But I was almost killed several times!"
"That was the work of people sent by Grand Master Li Changwen. Think about it, did the people sent by the late emperor ever touch you at all?" Jia Hai retorted.
"Let's go, let's talk about old things at home. If we can go back..." Na Feng urged from the side, carrying a stick.
The other Chen Congwei all showed a smile, and there was a bit of relief in their smiles. The person they were going up against was no ordinary person, this was the Great Khan of Beiyi.
Those who have left from the north and have not yet returned may never come back.
Duan Tong hurriedly helped Yi Xiaodao and others into the carriage and drove away. He hesitated for a moment before leaving and said, "Let's go together. You can escort us for a while."
Jia Hai shook his head slightly: "We are holding here, and we don't know whether we will win or lose. If we go together, it will mess up our position."
Duan Tong also knew that what he said was reasonable, so he drove away in the carriage without further persuasion.
Meng Mulie arrived quickly, and when he saw the ten people blocking him and the carriage wheel marks on the ground, he knew that he was a step too late.
"Chen Congwei, when I first heard about your reputation, it was almost thirty years ago. I haven't heard from you since then. When I saw you today, how come you... don't age?" Meng Mulie asked curiously.
Na Feng was the first to answer: "Ha, I will always be so handsome until my death!"
Meng Mulie and even the other nine people ignored Na Feng, who was showing off his rhetoric. Everyone knew that he had never been upright.
"The secret elixir has bound our realm to Zhixi, and also left our appearance at this time." Among the people, only Tui Lin was the most talkative and explained the reason.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is it worth it?" Meng Mulie shook his head, feeling pity for Chen Congwei and others.
"When I was protecting the late emperor, I was wondering if it was worth it. Later, I felt it was worth it to protect the current majesty. I'm proud of it!" A thin needle turned over and over in the hand of Zhai Xing, not worrying at all that it would prick it. Palm.
Meng Mulie moved his wrist: "I was just held back by a strange old man, which took a full two hours. If you can delay me until sunset, I will give up."
"As long as you give up, let alone sunset, we can delay it until daylight tomorrow." Qingtian held an iron gun with a proud look on his face.
"Come!"
Meng Mulie shouted loudly, but this shout seemed like an order, and ten Chen guards rushed towards him at the same time.
After rushing in front of them only a few feet away, the ten people stood still again.
"Rewind the sky!"
Qingtian stomped the ground hard and took the lead to rush into the sky. Meng Mulie glanced upward and raised his eyebrows slightly. He couldn't even see where he was. Could it be that he had flown to the ninth level of the sky.
"Look at the sun and the moon!"
Jiahai closed his eyes and stood motionless on the spot. The momentum in his body continued to rise upwards, and the speed was so fast that there seemed to be no limit.
"Tai Chi Formation!"
Lan Yue slapped his hands on the ground, and a Bagua formation emerged from under his feet. Then Lan Yue flew up and kicked the formation to Meng Mulie's feet!
"Thousands of opportunities arise!"
Zhaixing held a handful of thin threads in his hand. They were so densely packed that he didn’t know how many there were. Soon, countless wooden puppets around him broke out of the ground and moved in unison, approaching Meng Mulie.
"Guyun comes out of Xiu!"
The sharp sword in Zang Yun's hand has long been unsheathed, and the sword's intention is lingering. Just looking at it, one can only feel the coldness running through his body.
"Cut the land into territory!"
Shan Shan took off the sword from his shoulder and raised the sword with both hands, but he still did not cut it down. Meng Mulie's brows knitted together, obviously this move was a bit tricky for him.
"Pangu opened the sky!"
Lijiang had the most irritable temperament, but this time, he did not rush over with his axe, but stood there and swung it around and around. Meng Mulie knew that he was accumulating strength.
"The whisk enters the river!"
Nafeng is different from others. He always has a smile on his face, which makes people feel that he is smiling playfully. But when the stick shadow appeared in the sky, Meng Mulie couldn't help but laugh.
"The tiger roars at Pinggang!"
Tui Lin lay on the ground, pressing his hands on his chest, his movements and expression were the same as that of a beautiful tiger.
"Lock gold and prison jade!"
Fan Yu also did not rush forward, but instead stepped aside. Meng Mulie turned around to look, but he had lost sight of him.
"Okay, okay...I used my special moves right from the beginning!" Meng Mulie felt the blood boiling in his body.
"Come on, let's fight to the death!!" Meng Mulie no longer held back, shouted angrily, and his figure skyrocketed, turning into a giant dozens of feet tall.
"superior!"
Jiahai closed his eyes, but it was as if he opened his eyes and saw. Knowing that the time had come, he gave an order and Chen Congwei moved.
Chen is the dragon. From the Dragon Guard, although there is no dragon energy, there is still a trace of dragon power...
Just as Meng Mulie was about to greet him, he felt as if his left and right sides were being pulled.
Looking to the left and right, Tui Lin and Fan Yu were the fastest, one on each side.
On the left, a huge tiger phantom bit into Meng Mulie's left hand. On the right, Fan Yu jumped onto his right hand. Although it was only as big as one of Meng Mulie's fingers, he strangled Meng Mulie's wrist tightly.
Not only his hands, Meng Mulie felt that his feet could not move either. Looking down, the Bagua array actually floated from the ground and rose to his knees, locking Meng Mulie's legs like a shackle.
Under the tug of Zhai Xing, countless puppets had circled behind Meng Mulie and climbed onto his back. Countless hidden weapons were released from behind his back.
A knife and an ax struck Meng Mulie's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right. The force was so strong that it cut open the skin and penetrated the bone with the iron blade.
The sword is coming.
A ray of white light shot toward Meng Mulie's eyes. Outside the sword was Qi, and inside the sword was intention.
After the sword came the gun. Jia Hai's gun came from behind and was actually faster than Zang Yun's sword.
Nafeng jumped on Meng Mulie's head, and countless stick shadows swept over from bottom to top, hitting all of them on the chin of Meng Mulie's huge head.
Meng Mulie was knocked up and raised his head. A bright spot appeared in the sky, getting bigger and bigger. The surrounding blue sky and white clouds seemed to be absorbed by this bright spot.
No, to be precise, I was involved...
The iron spear stabbed down.
The dust was so thick that it was hard to see what was going on here.
…
"ah!"
In the capital, Zhao Yizhi suddenly woke up. Wang Zhenliang stood by the door and hurried over.
"Your Majesty, are you having a nightmare?" Wang Zhenliang said softly, for fear of scaring Zhao Yizhi again.
Zhao Yizhi wiped his forehead and saw the sweat on his forehead: "Yes...I...I dreamed that Qingtian and the others...were all dead."
Wang Zhenliang was silent. At this time, even he couldn't say anything to comfort Zhao Yizhi. He knew that Chen had gone to the north with the guards, saying he wanted to rescue Yi Xiaodao, but if Yi Xiaodao still needed someone to rescue him, he didn't have to guess who his opponent would be.
When Chen Congwei faced off against Meng Mulie, it was really hard to say whether they would win or lose.
Zhao Yi calmed down and fell silent. He knew that his spiritual cultivation had reached its peak, and the eight achievements he had dreamed about were true... He didn't even dare to use his spiritual consciousness to go to the north to find out.
A young eunuch rushed outside the study door. When Wang Zhenliang saw the young eunuch, he cast a questioning look, and the young eunuch nodded.
"Your Majesty, Master Chang Mi Chang has rushed back to the capital." Wang Zhenliang received the actual report and quickly reported to Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi nodded: "Okay... I'm here. But in the main hall? I'll go right away."
"Old minister...how dare you let your majesty move..." An old voice came from outside the door. Wang Zhenliang glanced at it and quickly stepped aside.
Four young eunuchs carried a bamboo bed and slowly stopped outside the door. The person on the bed was none other than the old eunuch Chang Mi.
"Chang Lao, what are you doing?" Zhao Yizhi was startled. He was fine when he left last time. Why did he need someone else to carry him when he came back this time?
Chang Mi smiled: "Oh, it's nothing, I'm getting old..."
