A black doctor from a certain American comic

Time was so confusing that no one could calculate how long it had passed. With a sound like thunder on dry land, suddenly, the sky became clear and the clouds became lighter.

Murphy and Bi Xuan separated.

I saw Mo Fei standing on the city wall. There were many blood holes on his body, and blood was pouring out. On his chest, a moon wolf spear pierced his chest directly, and the tip of the spear protruded from his back. come out.

Looking at Bi Xuan again, he landed under the city wall, holding the spear high and stabbing upward. His perfect body exuded a blazing aura like the scorching sun, and he looked like a statue of the God of War.

"Is this Mr. Bi Xuan's victory?" Bai Qing'er's heart trembled.

Anyone who sees the situation in front of them will probably think that Bi Xuan wins and Mo Fei loses.

Because Mo Fei's chest was pierced and he looked like he couldn't survive, but Bi Xuan's body was neat and tidy, with almost no scars.

High judgment.

The people on the Turkic side all cheered loudly, congratulating their patron saint Wu Zun Bixuan for defeating another enemy.

Li Jing's 100,000 Jingling army felt as if they were bereaved, and their morale plummeted.

Even with Li Jing's wisdom, he couldn't help but feel dazed for a while and couldn't believe that his master had lost.

"No! That bastard won, Bi Xuan lost!" Zhu Yuyan shook her head and said.

next moment.

In full view of everyone, Mo Fei held the knife in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, grasped Bi Xuan's Moon Wolf Spear, and slowly pulled out the Moon Wolf Spear from his chest.

"Zi!"

Blood like a fountain was pumped out from Murphy's chest. For a moment, his blood flowed like a river, rushing endlessly.

Then, under the incredible gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, the fist-sized wound on Murphy's chest healed immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, the wounds on his front, back and back were completely healed. If not The damage to his clothes made it hard to believe that his chest had been pierced.

As for the other major injuries on his body, they have long been cured.

"You're fine!"

Bi Xuan looked at Mo Fei and spoke in a calm tone.

"You're not bad either. If you have a chance, you can fight again in the next life." Murphy said lightly.

As Mo Fei's words fell, black and purple fireworks filled the air in a circle around Bi Xuan's neck.

When Mo Fei's Tang swords crossed each other, he had already cut off Bi Xuan's head.

It's just that Bi Xuan's skills were profound, and Mo Fei also left the last bit of dignity to this enemy, so he didn't die on the spot, but left a last word.

After relying on his own extremely profound skills and praising Mo Fei, Bi Xuan completely lost his life.

The black and purple flames contained in Bixuan's body suddenly exploded from a circle around his neck, spreading in all directions like a scarab, devouring his flesh, blood, bones, and everything else.

In the eyes of everyone, in just a moment, Bi Xuan's body was devoured and turned into a little remaining fly ash.

Under the rippling breeze, it drifted into the military formation of the Turkic troops.

In an instant, bursts of sobbing came from the Turkic army formation.

In the minds of the Turks, the Martial Lord Bixuan is the same as a real god, and even a Turkic king like Shibi Khan is far from it.

So when Bi Xuan died, the Turks felt as if the sky had fallen.

On the contrary, cheers came from the Jingling Army's military formation, and their morale was greatly boosted.

Murphy stood at the top of the city and took over the robe that Zhu Yuyan put on him, blocking his tattered clothes.

Facing the wailing military formation of the Turks, Mo Fei had a slight realization.

It is both lucky and unfortunate that people like Bixuan exist in the Turks.

He devoted his whole life to the Turks and only hoped that the Turks would be strong and prosperous forever. He was devoted to the Turks.

But Bi Xuan didn't know that his existence was an obstacle to the Turks.

His reputation is so great that he has surpassed the king of Turks. Even if he has maintained enough respect for Shibi and others, he cannot avoid sudden changes.