Hidden Blade Chapter 184: One person can block 0 million divisions

Cui Ting apparently decided Muji.

He knew that Mu Ji's sudden reversal at this moment naturally had his backing, and when he saw the red thread sleeping female worm, Cui Ting guessed what Mu Ji's back hand was. Although in my heart I was surprised that Mu Ji could obtain this kind of relic from the previous dynasty, but there was not much panic in my heart, and that attitude was just to tease Mu Ji.

At this moment, there are enough foreplays, and naturally it’s time to close the net.

He didn't think that Muji, who had run out of cards and had no cultivation base, and the defeated 60,000 remnants of Dahuang City could really make a big wave from his 200,000 iron cavalry.

He is confident enough about it.

He looked at the dozen or so soldiers who had come to Mu Ji's side, his eyes narrowed at that time.

It seems that I have seen the wonderful scene when the king of Northern Xinjiang became a prisoner.

"The three national pillars of Daxia, Qiu Jinping, Jiang Zhichen and Cui Guozhu."

"Guozhu never thought about why Qiu Jinping and Jiang Liuhuo have always been trusted by the sacred, but you, Cui Guozhu, have been fighting abroad for two years, but you never get the sacred heart?"

It’s just that even at this time, the look on the northern frontier king’s face was still calm and terrifying. He didn’t even look at the soldiers coming from around him. Instead, he looked straight at Cui Ting, his voice was flat. Asked.

Cui Ting naturally knows that this Muji is definitely not a good kind, and there must be a follow-up when he asks this statement. But this seemingly inadvertent remark hit his sore spot. He frowned and stretched out his hand to signal the rushing soldier to stop temporarily.

Then Cui Ting looked at Muji with a deep gaze, and said: "Then what is meant by the king of northern Xinjiang, why is this?"

This is a hurdle that Cui Ting's heart can't get around.

Li Yulin, the emperor of Daxia, is indeed a hero of a generation. He has great plans and great achievements in his heart. He also sympathizes with the people and respects the virtuous. It was an unprecedented prosperity in the two hundred years since the opening of the Great Xia Dynasty.

But it is such an emperor, but there is a lot of gaps between Cui Ting’s vassal ministers who have been fighting for many years for Daxia like this. This makes Cui Ting very annoyed and makes him anxious. He tried his best to achieve victory in the border, but perhaps it was his quick success and quick gain that caused him to deflate repeatedly when dealing with Chen Guo, and he was beaten by the tiger wolf rider in Munch's hands.

"Because..."

A smile appeared on Mu Ji's face.

Today, he seems to be particularly fond of showing this look.

And I can't say why, but his appearance makes Cui Ting particularly unhappy. But that's the case, he still stared at Mu Ji, wanting to get the answer to the question that had troubled him for many years.

"Cui Guozhu is too stupid."

Cui Ting, who wanted to ask for an answer, was taken aback when he heard this.

Immediately, the color of rage appeared on the eyebrows of the Lord Guozhu.

"Muji! Do you really think that I dare not kill you?" He scolded like this, and the dozen or so soldiers responded at that time and surrounded Muji again.

This time, they are aggressive, and they don't seem to have the slightest intention to stay alive.

The man in white sitting on the wooden chair was as thin as an elk in front of more than a dozen burly soldiers. It seems that as long as it is touched slightly, this elk will be torn to pieces on the spot.

It's just that even in the face of such a situation, the smile on the face of the Northern Xinjiang King has not faded.

......

The huge figure of more than a dozen armored soldiers quickly submerged Mu Ji's thin body.

The Xu Han and others in the distance didn't really listen to Muji's conversation with that Guozhu, but this did not prevent them from seeing from the situation there that Muji and Cui Ting had torn their skins.

Most people who don't understand their inner affair are still secretly surprised at Muji's sudden defection, but Zhou Zhang's face changed after seeing this situation, and he was about to step forward. But he was firmly held by Xu Han on the side.

"Brother Xu?" He looked at Xu Han in shock and anger, puzzled.

"The king of Northern Xinjiang chose his own path. If Brother Zhou really believes in him, he should let him finish it by himself. Don't add any more variables to this matter." Xu Han's response was extremely calm, but calm. But there is a touch of indisputable certainty in the middle.

After all, this is not the first time he has experienced such a scene.

He couldn't judge whether Muji was right or wrong, but he knew that once some people made up their minds, no matter how much others said and did, it would be futile.

"Yes..." Zhou Zhang was stunned when he heard the words, and wanted to say something.

But at that moment, a white light suddenly burst out not far from where Muji was.

The light is so dazzling that it is almost impossible to look at it directly. It shoots out one after another from the gap where the armored soldiers surrounds Muji, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and it is covered in a flash. Around those soldiers.

Boom!

Then there was a roar.

The bodies of those armored men flew upside down like a kite with a broken line at that time, and they landed only ten meters away, vomiting blood one after another, and their heads fainted to death. /And the king of Northern Xinjiang is still sitting on his wooden chair at the moment, his clothes are neat and he doesn't seem to be touched even by a single corner of his clothes.

The white light lingering all over his body, standing in the dark night, looked like a god.

The solemn color finally appeared on the face of Daxia Guozhu for the first time.

He stared at Muji in front of him, frowning: "Unexpectedly, the prince hid so deeply."

At this moment, the lingering white light around Muji reveals an aura of awe. In addition to his previous performance, he has obviously cultivated the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucian scholars to a very high level~ IndoMTL.com~ It’s just that Confucianism and Taoism are no better than martial arts. There is a clear division of realm, and there is no external force that can be used. It is all based on the perception of the body. To some extent, this method of practice is several times more difficult than the physical body. A degree like Mr. Deer is rare in the world, and at this moment, the breath of Muji's body seems to be in the same position as Mr. Deer.

"But what about that? Just relying on this great righteousness, does Lord Mu think that he can compete with the 200,000 big Xia cavalry behind me? Without the Mu's army, your great righteousness can't be the final word. It just can add a little trouble to it." But Cui Ting quickly recovered from the brief surprise. He looked at Muji and said with a sullen expression.

"Oh." Sitting on the wooden chair, the thin man sighed helplessly at that time.

"Cui Guozhu is still a little too stupid."

"The things in this world can't be seen thoroughly with just a pair of eyes."

After Mu Ji said this, the white streamer all over his body suddenly shone brightly at that moment, and the rich night was in front of the dazzling white light, as if they had encountered some terrible things, and faded away. At that time, the light from Muji's body was shining like daylight.

After that, an aura began to surge from inside him, and that aura rose endlessly from the moment it appeared, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the sky like a bull on a dry land.

The stars above the dome are flourishing, reflecting the white light on the man's body.

At that time.

The night seems to have faded a bit.

There is no sound in front of Chengding Town of Nuo Da.

The white-clothed man smiled at the corners of his mouth, and leaned forward a bit while sitting on the wooden chair.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Cui Ting, whose mouth was wide open and his eyes widened, and asked: "I don't know..."

"Can this immortal power be able to stop Cui Guozhu's 200,000 soldiers?"