Fang Tian's painting halberd emitted a bloodthirsty light, constantly waving up and down the Turkic army.

The blood that splattered with the waving never broke, and drops of blood beads connected into a curved blood line.

With Qin Zichuan's charge, the line composed of blood beads kept twisting, flying in the Great Turkic army like a blood dragon.

"Turkish warriors, charge!"

"Warriors from the grassland, go out and let them know how powerful our Turkic Iron Cavalry is!"

Asanabing roared angrily, cheering for the fearless Turkic cavalry.

Although he could clearly hear the sound of the Turkic Iron Cavalry behind him, he kept telling himself in his heart that he must rush out and must rush out.

Because he knows that only by living can there be hope!

Only by returning to the grasslands alive can you have the opportunity to make a comeback and hope of revenge!

Therefore, no matter what the price is paid, even if the lives of all the Turkic Iron Cavalry are, he will fight out.

So when he decided to turn his horse's head and change the direction of the charge, he knew that the Turkic cavalry that had charged before would die.

He knew better that the charge of the Turkic cavalry died on the way to charge and on the way to back.

They are all warriors, and they are all warriors in the grassland!

But at this moment, he didn't even want to look back.

It’s not that he is cruel, but that he is afraid that he will look back and even once, he will give General Baijia a chance to kill himself.

He wants to rush out every minute and fight out!

"I want to leave, have you promised?"

Looking at Ashi's back as she fled in panic, Qin Zichuan couldn't help but sneer and murmur.

He kept waving the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand and slashed the Turkic Iron Cavalry opposite him who was trying to escape and down the horse.

"Everything can be done!"

"The Buddha blocks the Buddha and kills the Buddha, and the god blocks the gods!"

Qin Zichuan roared at the Turkic Iron Cavalry in front of him, and a halberd split the Turkic Iron Cavalry who blocked his way in half.

As his roar fell, the Turkic cavalry behind Asanagi instantly dispersed to both sides.

Qin Zichuan's roar was echoing in their hearts like the call of the god of death.

They were already scared and were already killed by Qin Zichuan.

"The god blocks the gods, and the Buddha blocks the Buddhas!"

They believed that if there were really gods and Buddhas who blocked the White Armor General's way, he could really kill gods and Buddhas.

They didn't know why they believed it, but as Qin Zichuan's roar fell, they subconsciously fled to both sides.

Even if they couldn't escape, they wouldn't dare to be a roadblock for the White Armored General on the way to kill people.

Even a corpse blocking the road, they didn't want to do it.

He died under the sword of the Northern Tang soldiers, and perhaps a complete body could be left behind.

If the Lan Luzhe is a white-armored general, let alone the whole body, he may not be able to be reborn in his next life!

They don’t know where this weird idea comes from, nor do they know why they do this.

However, this is a fear from the depths of the soul and a reaction from the body.

Not only these Turkic cavalry, but also the war horses they sat down, tried to keep a distance from the Red Rabbit Horse.

This is the momentum, the invincible momentum in the world!

"I want to run? There is no door!"

Qin Zichuan did not kill the surrounding Turkic cavalry, but sneered and rushed behind Asan Bing with a charge.

As his words fell, Fang Tian's painting halberd instantly stabbed out.

"Puff!"

As a sound of skin blooming and flesh blooming sounded, Fang Tian's painting halberd pierced into the body of the war horse where Ashinabing was sitting.

The war horse instantly raised its hooves and roared to the sky.

Asan Bing was thrown out by the seated war horse and smashed it hard to the ground.

Qin Zichuan still had no intention of stopping. As Fang Tian's painting halberd continued to stab forward, he directly nailed the war horse to the earth.

Looking at the struggle of the war horse, Asan Bing's lower heart instantly rose to his throat.

A halberd nailed the war horse to the earth. How domineering is this!

If this halberd is pierced on oneself, the consequences...

Thinking of this, Ashin Bing's back became soaked in an instant.

"I want to escape, have you asked me?"

Qin Zichuan turned over and dismounted, walked slowly towards Asan Bing with bare hands.

On the battlefield, in the army, he actually dismounted?

More importantly, he was bare-handed!

Is this white-armored general crazy? Or is he stupid?

Looking at Qin Zichuan walking towards him slowly, Ashi Nabing couldn't help but tremble all over, his heart full of endless fear.

But his heart was also filled with hope!

At this time, the white-armored general had no war horses and weapons, how arrogant could he be?

"General White Armor, what do you want?"

Asan Bing asked Qin Zichuan in fear.

As the two got closer and closer, he moved his body back without listening.

His right hand, hiding behind him, even grabbed a cold Turkic scimitar.

"What are you doing? Of course, you are cutting off your dog's head and comforting my Han family's spirit in heaven!"

Qin Zichuan sneered at Ashinabing with gritted teeth.

Asan Bing looked at Qin Zichuan's slightly raised mouth, but his heart and soul came!

"Save me quickly!"

Asan Bing suddenly shouted loudly.

His right hand, hiding behind him, grabbed the handle of the knife tightly and swept across Qin Zichuan's legs.

Under his command, the Turkic army had already turned around and rushed away.

And the Turkic cavalry behind him were either slaughtered or obediently made way for Qin Zichuan.

At this time, there were no one around him.

If so, they are those Turkic cavalry who made way for Qin Zichuan!

But in Ashinabing's eyes, they were no longer humans, but garbage like the remnants of Jiancheng!

Therefore, Asanabing placed all his hopes on the Turkic scimitar in his hands.

He wanted to take advantage of the situation and cut off Qin Zichuan's legs with one knife!

As his roar sounded, the Turkic Iron Cavalry, who had just taken the initiative to make way for Qin Zichuan, reacted instantly.

"kill!"

They roared, waved the scimitar in their hands, and rushed towards Qin Zichuan.

Ashin Bing saw hope in an instant, and the scimitar in his hand couldn't help but use a little harder, using all his strength.

Even if these two Turkic warriors cannot be said to be unarmed and Qin Zichuan, who lost his war horse, was enough to hurt him.

This is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Who asked him to take the initiative to dismount and give up his weapons?

He deserves to die!

This time, Asan Bing saw unprecedented hope!

At this time, Qin Zichuan took a step back, took a sudden move, and grabbed the horse's hooves that were running towards him.
Chapter completed!