Invincible at the beginning: I seek the world in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 52, Xirong invades the East

North away from the imperial capital, the Imperial City Golden Palace.

Emperor Tianwu was sitting on the dragon chair, with a strong body, aura like a dragon and a tiger, and his eyes were stern.

"There is good news from Jingmin. He has persuaded the three Hu countries in the Western Regions to send troops to help us crusade against Western Chu and pacify the world." Emperor Tianwu said in a deep tone.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty. With the help of the foreign nations in the Western Regions, I will surely be even more powerful than a tiger." Beili's official, You Qianshan, spoke first.

Another courtier—Fei Yuxing, followed closely behind: "The rivers and lakes of the Western Regions are completely different from our Central Plains. I heard that the top three in the Western Regions are all innate masters. With their help, the world's martial arts will bow their heads to Beili."

"Hahahaha" Emperor Tianwu burst into laughter, and then said: "It's just that Gu Jingmin advised me to think twice before acting, but he doesn't approve of the alliance with the Western Regions."

"Your Majesty, although this Gu Jingmin is quite talented, he is an official of Wenyuan Pavilion and a disciple of Confucianism after all. He does not have the far-sighted vision of your majesty." Fei Yuxing said hastily.

"Yes, as we all know, Gu Jingmin has a good tongue and can be a capable minister, but he can't be on the same level as you, Your Majesty." You Qianshan flew up again with flattery.

Emperor Tianwu nodded slightly, "Pass my order, let Gu Jingmin Aiqing come back quickly, and then find some clever people from the Qilin Terrace."

The official system in the north is completely different from that of Western Chu and Southern Tang.

Under the emperor, Qilin Terrace, Wenyuan Pavilion, and Peony Pavilion were set up to be in charge of military, government, and finance respectively.

Each large organization has multiple ministries, which are in charge of officials' demolition and promotion, engineering construction, punishment and adjudication, and military campaigns.

Rather than saying that Beili has no prime minister, it is better to say that all the ministers of the three major organizations are prime ministers.

"Sir, lead the order."

Western Chu.

Jiang Wangsheng's eyes were like torches, piercing thousands of mountains and rivers, staring at the northwest direction, and took a deep breath.

"Beili, why bother?"

While speaking, he held a jade flute in his hand, and his body was like a breeze in thousands of miles, and he disappeared in an instant.

Three days ago, the white-haired old man Mu Mingkong left the city of Mustard Seed in the East China Sea.

There was one more person from Beili, heading northwest.

There is no crystal light in the sun, the wind roars, the snow is white, and the ground is full of silver frost.

The white-haired old man was dressed in sackcloth, and walked in the icy and snowy land. Before reaching a pass, he was relieved to see that there was no one left.

Suddenly, he woke up with a start, and there was a person in green clothes standing in front of him.

This person's hair was completely white with snowflakes, like a sculpture, motionless.

"Yangtze?"

The man turned his head and looked up and down, "The big elephant has no shape, the big sound has no sound, the big ingenuity seems clumsy, and the big weapon is late. Although you and I have never met, I guess, you are the martial sage——Mu Mingkong."

When Jiang Wangsheng moved his body, snowflakes fell to the ground.

"Are you so young?" Mu Mingkong was shocked, and then asked, "Are you the reincarnation of an immortal from heaven?"

Jiang Wangsheng shook his head.

Soon, another man came, riding an old white ape and carrying an iron rod.

"Yo?"

"Eternal Sky" The two smiled and spoke at the same time.

"Martial Saint Mu Mingkong." Wan Guchangkong looked at the young man again, "Yangtze River? Hey, didn't you say that Changjiang is an overseas fairy?"

"Overseas fairy?"

Mu Mingkong explained: "More than ten years ago, four innate masters traveled east together to the overseas fairy mountains, and saw a real fairy with their own eyes."

Jiang Wangsheng narrowed his eyes, "Sure enough, there is a fairyland."

"The theory of the fairy world is illusory. But when we reach the realm of you and me, there should be a wonderful feeling." Mu Mingkong said.

The spring breeze never crosses, the ancient pass of Yumen.

After a while, no one came.

Jiang Wangsheng said with a smile: "The top three in the world are now divided."

"Hey, I knew that the old boy who used the sword was not as good as me."

The three of them walked to the city wall of the pass and looked side by side.

"Emperor Tianwu is confused." Mu Mingkong stood with his hands behind his back, expressing great emotion.

"With us here, we must not let them succeed." Wan Gu Changkong lowered the white ape's shoulder, and pointed the iron bar into the distance.

Mu Mingkong sighed, "It is really fate to meet the two of you here. If there is not a big battle in front of you, I really want to have a good fight with you."

He looked at the young man beside him, "I want to see what the number one in the world is capable of."

"There is a chance."

About a quarter of an hour later, an army of ten thousand people came rushing forward, dressed as barbarians, with ferocious war horses and silver moon scimitars, until they reached the gate of Yumen Ancient Pass.

The three jumped up and landed, facing the cavalry army without fear.

Wan Gu Changkong said: "Since we can't compare martial arts scores, let's compare who kills these barbarians more!"

"Okay." The two laughed loudly, full of anger.

In the center of the legion, a group of fan monks in moon-white robes were surrounded by groups.

"There is a congenital master class." Jiang Wangsheng frowned, and took out his jade flute.

"Kill!" A Hun man shouted loudly.

Hundreds of cavalry in the first row led the order, galloping on horseback, marching forward relentlessly, sweeping their scimitars, and headed towards the faces of the three of them.

"Looking for death!" Mu Mingkong's complexion changed slightly, he took a deep breath, like a long whale sucking water, he moved his palms upwards and lifted them upwards.

In an instant, it seemed as if an earth dragon was galloping from the thick soil and soaring towards the nine heavens.

Mu Mingkong punched out, stronger than the five mountains, not inferior to the galloping river, the energy flowed for millions of miles around the sky, and in an instant, eight hundred cavalrymen were killed with a single punch.

The horse fell to the ground, and the Huns vomited blood.

"Good boxing!" Wan Guchangkong laughed, took a step forward, and swung the iron rod in his hand.

True Qi transformed into form, and the iron rod swept away like a giant pillar of the sky, rolling wind, frost, rain and snow, hitting Kunling shocked, and the heavens weeping.

With great strength, hundreds of cavalrymen were killed.

Mu Mingkong smiled and said, "Compared to me, it's a bit worse."

During the conversation between the two, the true energy has recovered.

The Xiantian Grandmaster has passed the most important threshold of martial arts. Although he is physically in the mortal world, his true energy has been sublimated, and his shots can make the world eclipse, and he can compete with immortals and gods.

The two looked at Jiang Wangsheng at the same time, expecting the best means in the world.

"Give it to me! Those who retreat, be decisive!" Among the barbarians in the Western Regions, a Khan personally went to the battle to supervise the battle.

He gave orders from the rear, and the charge horn sounded.

The man spoke fluent Western Region dialect, which only Wan Gu Chang Kong, who has traveled all over the world, could understand.

Holding the Chunshui jade flute, Jiang Wangsheng withdrew slightly, and then drew out his sword.

When Lang Lang reached nine days, there were heavy clouds of lead, and thick clouds billowed, like ink entering a clear pond, turbulent and surging, with faint thunder and lightning flashes.

Mu Mingkong and Wanli Changkong looked at each other, and stepped back slightly to make room for him.

The cavalry had arrived, but before they were three feet in front of them, they were blown away by an invisible wall of air.

"Fire the arrows!" a man dressed as a general yelled.

The big bow was drawn, and the arrows fell precisely, but they were all separated by true energy.

"What a long time to charge!" Wan Gu Changkong said to himself.

Although the two of them watched from the sidelines, they mercilessly killed the enemies who rushed forward.

Nine days of thunder and thunder fell, as if the gods had favored them.

Jiang Wangsheng was bathed in the sea of ​​thunder, stepping on the pole, using the jade flute as a sword, stabbing straight.

Jiang Wangsheng realized one of the nine swords - Lei Ben Yunjue.

Thousands of thunderclaps gathered from the sky, arousing the sky and rolling large snowflakes.

The thunder dragon went out to sea, roaring and devouring.

More than 200 cavalrymen instantly turned into scorched corpses, and the horses behind them neighed in shock.

"Good swordsmanship! It can actually attract the sky." Mu Mingkong stared at the sky.

Eternal Sky asked: "Can you do this?"

"It's natural to do it with all your strength. But he probably didn't use too much internal strength." Mu Mingkong looked at Jiang Wangsheng.

"Fortunately, the two of us don't use swords." Wan Guchangkong admired, and then chuckled, "If that old boy sees him, with his arrogant character, I'm afraid he will explode with anger."

Thunder rolled from the sky, and a sword frightened the three armies.

The three jumped to the front of the army.

One is a monk in a moon-white robe, the other is a missionary in a scarlet robe, and the other is a half-naked man with a scimitar.

Three innate masters.

(End of this chapter)