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　　"Go back."

　　A plain and casual voice rang out, directed at the barbarian cavalry.

　　The speaker was a young man, seemingly in his twenties, dressed in a green robe with his long hair tied up, handsome with a face full of laziness. Seeing that the group of cavalry was motionless, he tilted his head and muttered to himself.

　　"Can't understand the language of the Great Song?"

　　Chen Xia, adhering to the principle of persuading rather than fighting, waved his hand outwards and said again.

　　"You guys, get out of here quickly."

　　The leader of the barbarian cavalry had a gloomy look in his eyes and shouted at Chen Xia in not-so-standard Great Song official language.

　　"You're courting death!"

　　"I see you understand," Chen Xia nodded, stretched, and replied to the leader.

　　"I'm lazy and don't like to fight, so if you leave by yourself, I might consider not killing you."

　　After speaking, he yawned slightly, frowning a bit. Recently, for some reason, he always felt a bit tired and wanted to lie down and give up.

　　The barbarian leader's eyes narrowed, his large knife resting across his horse, radiating a cold light, and he said in a cold voice.

　　"You are a master of the Great Song."

　　Chen Xia shook his head, "I am not a master of the Great Song, my name is Chen Xia, and you can also call me..."

　　"The National Master of the Great Song."

　　As soon as these four words were spoken, the expressions of the defending soldiers became instantly excited, because there was only one National Master in the Great Song, and that was the immortal who had just taken office!

　　This person is the immortal!

　　The leading general immediately knelt on one knee to Chen Xia, saluting respectfully and saying.

　　"Welcome, National Master!"

　　The soldiers behind him quickly followed suit, kneeling and shouting in unison: "Welcome, National Master!"

　　The commotion here was so loud that it attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall, who looked over and saw the soldiers kneeling before a man.

　　And what they were shouting seemed to be...

　　National Master?

　　Who is the National Master?

　　The soldiers on the city wall began to recall, and their expressions suddenly became joyful, and they shouted excitedly.

　　"The immortal has arrived, go tell the general quickly, the immortal has arrived!"

　　Different from the joy on the city wall.

　　The barbarian leader on horseback controlled his large warhorse to take two steps forward, looking directly at Chen Xia, and said word by word.

　　"My grassland cavalry, three thousand can go anywhere, thirty thousand can be invincible on land, and I have three hundred thousand cavalry behind me, enough to sweep across the entire Great Song!"

　　"What qualifications does a single martial arts master have to dare to stand here, in front of my grassland three hundred thousand cavalry?!"

　　The cavalry leader roared in anger, tugging at his warhorse, which let out a high-pitched neigh, and shouted again.

　　"Under the charge of three hundred thousand cavalry, you are nothing but an ant, to be crushed and ground into dust in an instant, becoming a ghost under the cavalry's blade!"

　　"Charge!"

　　The leader roared, and the cavalry at the city gate began to charge into the city, three hundred thousand hooves pounding the earth, causing the ground to shake.

　　The defending soldiers quickly stood up, looking at the charging barbarian cavalry with panic on their faces.

　　Although there was an immortal here, as the leader said, there were three hundred thousand barbarian cavalry behind them!

　　Can the immortal block three hundred thousand cavalry?

　　They were uncertain in their hearts.

　　The leading general gritted his teeth, raised his large knife, and roared out an order.

　　"All units, form up, cooperate with the National Master, and meet the barbarian cavalry."

　　"There's no need." A light sentence came, making every defending soldier hear it very clearly.

　　Chen Xia stood alone at the forefront.

　　Three hundred thousand barbarian cavalry charged at him, the earth shaking, and the murderous intent filling the sky.

　　Chen Xia's expression was very calm, and he even had time to stretch, waiting for the cavalry to charge to thirty meters before he grinned and said disdainfully.

　　"Three hundred thousand?"

　　He raised his foot, his eyes filled with thick dragon energy, all operating on this foot.

　　He suddenly stepped on the ground in front of him.

　　The bluestone floor turned into powder in an instant, not playing any role in resistance.

　　Then the soil began to disintegrate, blasting out a deep pit at a terrifying speed.

　　Finally, the city wall on the soil could not bear it, and it shattered and collapsed inch by inch.

　　Starting from Chen Xia's foot, the further back, the larger the range of collapse, the deeper the gully, forming a very terrifying fan shape.

　　In the fan-shaped gully like a small mountain, nearly ten thousand barbarian cavalry were killed.

　　Both the defending soldiers and the barbarian cavalry were stunned.

　　Is this... the power of an immortal's kick?!

　　Amidst the dust of the collapsed city wall, a figure slowly walked out, standing at the highest point of the ruins, and smiled at the barbarian cavalry hundreds of meters away.

　　"Three hundred thousand cavalry is not enough, three million can still be killed."

　　The barbarian cavalry dared not reply, looking at the figure standing on the ruins of the city wall, feeling as if they were looking at a deity.

　　Only a deity can have such power!

　　The barbarian cavalry, who had been rampant on the grasslands, felt fear for the first time, no longer continuing to charge, almost wanting to turn their horses back.

　　The defending generals were excited, looking at the figure on the ruins of the city wall with eyes full of reverence, and shouted loudly.

　　"National Master, National Master!"

　　The soldiers on the city wall, because they retreated in time, were not affected by Chen Xia's kick, and now looked at Chen Xia's back with hot eyes, and shouted along.

　　"General, we won, the National Master is so powerful, is this the power of an immortal?!"

　　The woman also looked at the figure on the ruins of the city wall with hot eyes, and there was indescribable excitement and worship in her heart.

　　This is a transformation from despair to being full of hope.

　　All because of one person.

　　This may be the ultimate power of the world?

　　Chen Xia glanced to the left of the city wall hundreds of meters away and saw Tiemuwu still fighting with Zuo Feiyang and the old monk, so he casually kicked his foot.

　　Whoosh!

　　A pebble from the ruins shot out extremely fast, piercing Tiemuwu's left arm in an instant, knocking him to the side.

　　Tiemuwu gritted his teeth tightly, looking at Chen Xia with resentful eyes, and shouted angrily in poor Great Song official language.

　　"Ambush is not a skill, is it?"

　　Chen Xia's face was plain, he patted his sleeve, and asked.

　　"Are you good at fighting?"

　　"Yes!" Tiemuwu roared angrily.

　　"Am I as good as you?"

　　Tiemuwu did not reply, but still looked at Chen Xia angrily.

　　Zuo Feiyang and the old monk quickly retreated, saluting Chen Xia respectfully and saying, "I have seen the National Master."

　　"Hmm." Chen Xia casually responded.

　　Zuo Feiyang and the other two did not feel that there was anything wrong, the ten masters of the Great Song, and the two immortals in the world.

　　Although they are mentioned together, only they, the ten immortals, know that the gap between themselves and the immortals is as different as heaven and earth.

　　Tiemuwu being injured by Chen Xia at will is the best proof.

　　They even thought that Chen Xia just now did not have the idea of killing Tiemuwu, otherwise Tiemuwu would already be dead.

　　Tiemuwu still gritted his teeth, not yielding to Chen Xia, and said, "Despicable Song people, if you have the ability, wait for me to practice for another thirty years, and I will definitely take your head at that time!"

　　Tiemuwu really fits the character of the grassland barbarians, not knowing how to show weakness at all, just wanting to fight to the death.

　　"Now you can't beat me, and thirty years later?" Chen Xia was amused and commented.

　　"A good body, with a dog brain."

　　Tiemuwu gritted his teeth, punched the ground heavily, creating a very deep punch mark, and shouted angrily.

　　"You just took advantage of being born early, practicing when the qi of heaven and earth was the most abundant, and got the opportunity, but in terms of talent, I should crush you!"

　　"As long as you give me thirty years, reach another opportunity for prosperity, and reach the peak, I will definitely kill you!"

　　Chen Xia clasped his hands together, bent back, and asked Tiemuwu an irrelevant question.

　　"Let me ask you a math problem, how old will you be thirty years later?"

　　Tiemuwu frowned, shouted at Chen Xia: "I am only thirty now, and I will only be sixty years old thirty years later. For those who practice, it is still in the prime of life, and the martial power is at its peak!"

　　"You, you are really right to say that you are a dog brain." Chen Xia laughed and replied.

　　"Thirty years later, you will definitely be thirty years old."

　　Tiemuwu was stunned, and then quickly realized that Chen Xia was going to kill him. He was furious and shouted at Chen Xia.

　　"You're afraid, you're afraid you'll lose to me thirty years later?!"

　　"Hmm." Chen Xia nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid of you, a dog brain who can't even figure out math. Are you satisfied? If you are, strike a better pose, you can smile and make a victory sign to make the corpse look better."

　　Tiemuwu gritted his teeth and roared angrily, "You wimp, you dare not give thirty years, and still dare to call yourself an immortal, just call a wimp!"

　　Chen Xia's face was plain, and he casually replied, "If you keep barking, I will turn your corpse into a specimen."

　　Tiemuwu was stunned. Although he didn't understand the meaning of the specimen, he knew it was definitely not a good thing, and he cursed angrily.

　　"Sneaky villain, wimp!"

　　Suddenly, there was a noise from the ruins of the city wall.

　　Before Tiemuwu could see clearly, his face was grabbed by a big hand, and the mighty force on it threw him out directly.

　　His body scraped the ground, plowing out a hundred-meter trench, lying powerlessly at the edge, his bones were crushed, his trachea was broken, and he could only make a humming sound.

　　"Can you still talk?" Chen Xia asked, directly "silencing" Tiemuwu.

　　He walked slowly towards Tiemuwu, and said at the same time, "I originally wanted to give you a peaceful death, but I didn't expect you to be so noisy, thirty years?"

　　"Give you thirty years, you can kill me, ha ha, don't make a joke."

　　"Do you think I won't get stronger?"

　　"Whether it's now or thirty years later, you are just a loser I can kill at will."

　　"And why should I give you thirty years? If you have a better attitude, kneel down and beg me, say a few words of sparring and communication, maybe I will be in a good mood and really give you thirty years."

　　"You even said you want to kill me, do you really dislike your life?"

　　"I am very good."

　　"But I'm not a good person."

　　Chen Xia approached, casually picked up a sword dropped by a soldier, and was ready to end Tiemuwu with it.

　　Suddenly, there was a violent drumming sound in the distance, and flames rose high.

　　A group of white-robed people gathered around the altar, surrounding and shouting, raising their hands high, with spiritual light shining on them, and the leading Qi practitioner roared to the sky.

　　"Invite the superior to descend!"

　　It got dark.

　　The dying Tiemuwu, lying on the ground, had golden light in his eyes, floating up.

　　The ground within a hundred meters of him began to...

　　Shatter one by one.