The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 379: Fighting for the Martial Arts Leader

After a short rest in the mountains, Bai Zixuan, Su Yiyun and Qin Mufeng changed their clothes and appearances and decided to go down the mountain to find a new way out. They walked along the rugged mountain road, their hearts full of worries and expectations for the future. The mountain road was winding, with lush trees on both sides. Occasionally, a few birds chirped, but it could not relieve the tension in their hearts. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if they were also worried about their fate.

When they came to the foot of the mountain, they were shocked by the scene in front of them. On a wide open plain, the Central Plains martial artists and the Khitans were facing each other with swords drawn. The atmosphere on both sides was tense, as if a fierce battle could break out at any time. The ground was dusty, and the sun shone on the weapons of both sides, flashing a dazzling light. The troops of both sides were clearly divided, and the air was filled with tension.

Bai Zixuan and others stopped and observed the situation quietly. They saw that the martial artists in the Central Plains all looked solemn, with firmness and confidence in their eyes. They were dressed in various martial arts costumes, some holding long swords, some holding broadswords, and some holding sticks, and everyone exuded a strong aura. A swordsman in a blue robe had a cold look in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was eager to fight. Another burly man, holding a huge axe, had a face full of flesh, which was daunting. The Khitans had fierce looks on their faces, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly. They were tall and strong, and their eyes revealed a wildness and domineering. The leader of the Khitans wore black armor and a steel helmet, and his eyes revealed a coldness and cruelty. The warriors beside him were all strong and muscular, holding scimitars, and they were aggressive.

At this time, a senior from the Central Plains martial arts world stood up. He was wearing a white robe, his hair was gray, but his eyes were bright. His robe fluttered in the wind, making him look particularly majestic. He said loudly: "Today, we from the Central Plains martial arts world are competing with the Khitans to become the leader of the martial arts world. Whoever wins the competition will be qualified to lead the martial arts world and maintain peace and justice in the world." His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the air, and filled people's hearts with admiration. This senior was named Lin Qingfeng, a highly respected figure in the Central Plains martial arts world. He devoted his life to maintaining peace in the martial arts world and was deeply respected by everyone.

The leader of the Khitan people was not to be outdone. He was wearing black armor and a steel helmet, and his eyes revealed a kind of coldness and cruelty. He sneered and said, "Humph, you Central Plains martial arts are just a bunch of rabble. Today, we Khitan people will definitely become the leader of the martial arts world, and let you see how powerful we are." His voice was low and hoarse, full of threats. The Khitan leader was named Yelu Ba. He was cruel and ambitious by nature, and he had always longed to rule the Central Plains martial arts world.

The words of both sides were full of gunpowder, and the atmosphere became more tense. Bai Zixuan and others were also full of tension and excitement. They knew that this competition would be a thrilling battle. Their eyes were flashing with expectation and worry, not knowing what the result of this competition would be. Bai Zixuan whispered: "This competition is related to the fate of the Central Plains martial arts world. We can't just sit back and watch." Su Yiyun nodded: "Yes, we have to cheer for the Central Plains martial arts world." Qin Mufeng clenched his fists: "If necessary, we can also help."

The competition began, and the masters of both sides took to the field. They displayed their own unique skills and fought hard. Every move and every style was full of power and skill, dazzling people. The masters of the Central Plains martial arts were agile, with sharp swordsmanship and fierce palm techniques, which was amazing. A young swordsman, with a figure as fast as lightning, his sword moves streaked across the sky like a meteor, making people dazzled. Another old man, with a steady palm technique, each move contained deep internal strength. The masters of the Khitan people were powerful and their moves were fierce, which made people shudder. A Khitan warrior, wielding a huge mace, was full of vigor and seemed to be able to destroy everything. Another Khitan archer, with accurate archery skills, each arrow carried a deadly threat.

Bai Zixuan and others watched the game nervously. They cheered for the masters of the Central Plains martial arts world and were shocked by the fierce competition. Their hearts were full of admiration and emotion, and they lamented that the masters of the martial arts world were so powerful. Bai Zixuan said: "The strength of these masters is really amazing. They fight for the honor of the martial arts world, which is admirable." Su Yiyun also sighed: "This competition is really wonderful and makes people's blood boil." Qin Mufeng watched the game intently, with his heart full of expectations.