military camp.
There are tents stretching for an unknown number of miles.
The military spirit is condensed, and the Beimang sergeants are really practicing, ready to go south and invade the Central Plains at any time. Why can't they enjoy the beautiful world and the beautiful country?
A tent located in the center of the military camp.
There are no complicated or extravagant decorations, it is just extraordinarily solid and extraordinarily vast. It seemed that it was not a tent, but a vast and simple palace.
Outside the "Palace", there are many soldiers and generals passing by, but almost everyone can't help but show admiration when looking at this tent, wishing to worship and become the most ardent believer. It seems that the person who lives in it is not a human being, but a god.
No, maybe that's God.
——The military god of Beimang.
Tuoba Bodhisattva, the military god of Beimang.
In the tent, a man was practicing boxing.
This man has a dull and simple face, long arms like an ape, old clothes, and a rustic look all over his body. He looks like a farmer who has been working in the fields for decades, and he has nothing to do with the words "general" or "master". Above.
The punches played by the farm man are also simple and unpretentious, with nothing fancy, as if a three-year-old child can hum and laugh out a punch.
The only difference is that when the farmer's fists and feet stretch out, there is a mighty thunder, and every move is like a muffled thunder exploding, which frightens the hearts of those who hear it.
After the farmer man finished his punch, he calmed down for a while. Some soldiers came to report that it was the young master who wanted to see him.
The farmer wiped the sweat from his head, sat on his seat, and summoned his youngest son. The Tuoba Chun Falcon who tried to be like him and wanted to find a bright road in the army.
"Dad." Tuoba Chun Falcon broke into the camp with a dusty look on his face, his face still looking a little pale. He glanced at his father and quickly lowered his head.
In fact, although he was domineering and arrogant outside, he was fearful and respectful when facing the Beimang Army God who was like a farmer.
"Yes." Tuoba Bodhisattva, who is third in the world, nodded. There was no emotion on his simple face: "I already know the matter. You mobilized several soldiers from the grassland to encircle and suppress Nagarjuna Bodhisattva. As a result, he was killed. Emperor Murong Tong's plan resulted in countless casualties, including Duanboer Huihui and Jinyilang."
"My child is not doing well, please punish me father." Tuoba Chun Falcon said.
"It's true that things are not going well. I will go back and get the one hundred and twenty military staffs myself." Tuoba Bodhisattva, the God of Beimang Army, said calmly: "I only got a general message. Please tell me the whole thing in detail."
"Yes." When he heard the one hundred and twenty military staff, Tuoba Chun Falcon's mouth twitched and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The one hundred and twenty military staffs were not ordinary military staffs, but were executed by a second-grade young master. They also used heavy wood staffs and showed no mercy. After these one hundred and twenty sticks, I'm afraid my buttocks will blossom and I will have to lie in bed for several months.
But in this way, it can be regarded as blocking Yuyou's mouth and will not accept more serious punishment.
Immediately, Tuoba Chun Falcon recounted what happened in those three days.
Tuoba Bodhisattva sat above, supporting his chin with his hand, and his eyebrows showed a look of thought from time to time.
"According to rumors, the witchcraft in southern Xinjiang has a skill of disguise, which can be used to achieve five levels of falling, ventilation, rooting, trance, and reincarnation. Especially the latter two can even affect a person's face and luck. There are very few people who are proficient in this skill. Very little."
"But Emperor Murong Tong doesn't seem to be using the art of disguise. It seems that as the legend says, this person can influence people's mental judgment in the dark. He is really a terrifying opponent."
Soon, Tuoba Chun Falcon told everything that happened in those three days, including Yu Liancheng's grab, sword, and sleeve, as well as the words he left behind when he left and the two pats on the shoulder, all of which were missed.
"He said the gift is on you?"
Tuoba Bodhisattva raised his head and looked at little Tuoba with surprise.
Little Tuoba nodded: "That's indeed what he said."
Tuoba Bodhisattva hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his brows furrowed. The killing and violent energy condensed from the battlefield escaped and condensed into substance. It penetrated into little Tuoba's body like invisible threads and explored everything.
Suddenly, Tuoba Chun Falcon's expression condensed, he screamed and fell to the ground.
His whole body was changing rapidly. In the blink of an eye, his originally strong muscles became shriveled, his bronze skin was full of wrinkles, and his hair turned gray and white. It was as if he had been drained of life in an instant, and he seemed to have aged by dozens of years.
"not good."
Tuoba Bodhisattva had a thought in his mind, but he had no time to stop it.
But Tuoba Chunyan clearly felt that all the vitality surged into his belly, condensed, and then turned into a sword energy, rampaging unscrupulously in the acupoints and meridians around his body. There was an endless crackling roar, and the acupoints shattered and exploded, and blood surged and splashed out.
Tuoba Chun Falcon grabbed his throat, twisted his body, opened his mouth and spit out a small sword. He was dozens of years older again, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
If ordinary people saw this step, they would be extremely surprised. But Tuoba Bodhisattva, who is the third in the world and has extensive knowledge, knows the reason.
In the two shots before Murong Tonghuang left, he obviously left a sword energy in Tuoba Chun Falcon's body. The sword energy was extremely special and could not be released. It entrenched itself in his body, constantly taking root and spreading, absorbing vitality and blood.
And under the investigation of his Tuoba Bodhisattva Qi, he finally activated the sword Qi, driving the vitality and blood of Tuoba Chun Falcon to fly towards him.
Boom! !
There was a huge roar throughout the military camp.
Then, everyone saw Tuoba Bodhisattva, the God of War, flying out of the military camp.
However, he was different from the ordinary farmer's dress. At this time, Tuoba Bodhisattva's upper body clothes exploded, revealing his knotted muscles. His vast and majestic energy was vented, soaring straight into the sky. His whole body seemed to have turned into a violent and domineering beast. , unparalleled tyranny.
Until then, Tuoba Bodhisattva finally became the third most powerful person in the world.
He clasped his hands together, seemingly holding a small sword in his palms. The muscles on his arms bulged like steel. The ground beneath his feet exploded, and he was still pushed backwards by the small sword.
In a few breaths, Tuoba Bodhisattva crossed an area of more than ten feet and broke through seven or eight tents. The ground shattered, leaving a long, deep mark.
But that sword energy didn't give up, it was sharp and sharp, as if it was about to break free from the palm of the hand.
After another moment of stalemate, the sword energy was just an ownerless thing, and there was no continuous blessing from the true energy. When Tuoba Bodhisattva let out a roar that shook the thunder in the nine heavens, his arms exerted force again, and the small sword finally broke into pieces.
But Tuoba Bodhisattva did not show any joy, his face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at the red mark scratched on his palm, and the slightest trace of blood flowed out.
He was still injured after all.
With a change of mind, the wound on the palm healed.
"Emperor Murong Tong, I accepted this invitation. However, I am the only one who attended the appointment." Tuoba Bodhisattva's whole body was filled with astonishing fighting spirit.
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