The Turkic warriors in this world are physically stronger. Even if the grassland life is difficult, it only takes ten years for the young children who are now wheel-high to grow into teenagers, pick up the sword and carry the bow. In another ten years, these teenagers will

They fought hard and grew up, becoming another elite and strong army.

Unless the Central Plains remains so powerful, one day we will step into the Central Plains and reach the pastures of thousands of miles.

But just when Jieli Khan was thinking about the Turks' recuperation, a chill suddenly spread over him.

That was not the chill in my heart when I saw the power of "Holy Lord" Pei Ju, but the real temperature drop.

The grassland is frozen.

Jieli Khan looked forward and was shocked to find that a group of strangers who had once taken refuge with him but later ran away appeared.

Among them, Xu Yue was wearing an ice blue dress, with crystal clear crystal slippers under her feet. She was spinning on the ground like a figure skating. With every elegant spin, a cold wind blew by, and frost spread quickly at the boundary of the battlefield.

On top of it, a ten-mile-long ice fence was built.

Her own magic power did not reach this level, but she was supported by the magic power of Nightingale and others, and with Huang Shang replenishing her magic power, using magic spring water to replenish her magic power, she finally had the effect of being frozen for ten miles.

Simple blocking was not enough. In mid-air, Feng Mo waved his hands, and hundreds of detonating symbols suddenly ignited, like angry meteors, and meteorites fell from the sky, falling downwards.

The two heavens of ice and fire!

And when Huang Shang came into the air, he fisted together, and tens of thousands of silk threads were densely distributed. This time Baihua's wrong fist was like justice from heaven, directly washing the ground.

Compared to the slightly monotonous attacks of the plot masters, the Samsara's methods are simply diverse. Each person is responsible for one end and looks at the Turks with a kind smile.

Jieli Khan didn't even have time to take in the cold air when he saw Huang Shang wearing the holy robe, Zhuge's pen slightly sketched in the air, and a Bagua stretched out to the sky and the earth, roared and rotated, and was suppressed.

Another strong man who didn't give Changshengtian any face.

Why is the life of Turks so miserable?

"Let the Great Khan go first! Let the Great Khan go first!"

Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Deyan once again stepped forward to protect Jieli Khan and rushed towards a weak point.

But this time, Jieli Khan looked alert and did not trust Zhao Deyan.

In other words, at this critical moment of life and death, he didn't trust anyone except himself.

"Come on!"

He ordered his bodyguards to attack a weak point and at the same time rush towards the camp of Ming Zunjiao.

He originally wore a golden robe, which was his trademark, but before escaping, he was handed over to the captain of the personal guard who entrusted his wife, sister and daughter to him. Now he is dressed simply and has integrated directly into the ranks of the Ming Dynasty Zunjiao.

, no surprise at all.

As for Xu Kaishan, the great lord of the Ming Dynasty, and Safang, the good mother, they were originally just like Bian Fulai and Xi Ying, who basically wanted to die.

As a result, in this world, they didn't even get a single line.

You know, they are masters!

Oh, you said there are hundreds of grandmasters on the opposite side, and they have formed a bodyguard group?

That's okay.

Jieli Khan did not think it was a tragedy that the Ming Dynasty respected religion. In his opinion, this religion still hoped to use him to preach in the grassland, and would not betray him unless it was absolutely necessary.

He was right again.

So next, a Buddha palm fell from the sky.

The light of Buddha first appeared.

This time Tathagata Palm is finally genuine.

Jieli Khan watched helplessly as Xu Kaishan shouted miserably, rushed forward, and was crushed into a pulp.

Then there was another man with a very straight waist, who directly threw a small ball and fell into Safang's chest.

Bang!

The two great masters respected by the Ming Dynasty are gone.

Jieli Khan secretly turned back while the other party was not paying attention.

Then he found out.

The internal defeat was overwhelming.

External dragnet.

There is no way to heaven and no door to earth.

Soon, all the Turkic masters fell.

The remaining masters of the Ming Dynasty were all destroyed.

In the end, only Zhao Deyan and Jieli Khan were left, who fought bloody battles.

When the Samsaras surrounded him, Zhao Deyan looked at Jieli Khan and stretched out his claws with a smile.

A hymn of loyalty finally comes to an end.

Just as Jieli Khan was exerting his last will to survive and fighting Zhao Deyan, Huang Shang fell from the sky and punched Jieli Khan's heavenly spirit.

The Turkic Khan's tall body swayed, but he did not fall. Instead, he used his last strength and stared in the direction of the Central Plains.

Thousands of miles of fertile land, let me control it freely.

The wish of all the Khans of the past!

The spirit fades.

Those eyes were not closed.

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This killing lasted from the scorching sun to sunset.

How many people's arms are numb, as if they are no longer part of the body.

How many Mo knives have their blades curled up and can no longer be used.

But it worked.

When night falls, the vultures roar with joy and pounce madly.

All 250,000 Turkic elites were lost in this battle.

No one will survive.

Another battle in Changping.

This is the result of the joint efforts of "Holy King" Pei Ju and a group of reincarnation children.

In order to make their father feel comfortable, the reincarnators began to dig pits and fill them with piles of corpses to bury them to prevent the occurrence of epidemics.

But on the other side, the Central Plains army still did not stop.

Li Jing, Dou Jiande, Changsun Wuji, Li Mi, Qin Shubao, Shen Luoyan and others each led different numbers of light cavalry and carried ten days of food and grass deep into the grassland.

Search for tribes and kill all those with force, regardless of gender, age or child!

To avoid future troubles!

The 300,000 elite troops brought by Jieli Khan to the south were completely wiped out. It was an unprecedented victory, but it was still not enough.

They want to truly cut off the future of the Turks.

The Turks are all soldiers.

The living environment of the grassland is harsh, and few really old, weak, women and children can survive.

Everything alive is a fighting force.

Because of this, ordinary victory can enhance the national prestige of the Central Plains, but it cannot solve the fundamental problem.

So after annihilating the opponent's elite, the next target is the millions of string control men.

Until the Turks, a grassland tribe that inherited the Huns and rose to glory, completely perished.

A thousand years of work!

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Half a month later.

Deep in the desert, in front of the Temple of War.

"The circle is shrinking this way."

Guxueshe stood with her hands behind her hands, looking like a big shot.

"Yes! Everything is as you expected!"

Liu Wuming adjusted his glasses, his expression seemed calm, but there was discomfort and heartache deep in his eyes.
To be continued...