Qin Zichuan held the Fang Tian Painted Ridge in his hand, waving it as if he was crazy.

The Fang Tian Painted Ridge, carrying a bloodthirsty light, kept reaping the lives of the Turkic Iron Cavalry.

The blood that splatters everywhere and the flying limbs are simply hell on earth.

The three thousand white horses rushed like a sharp dagger. One hit, and the attack would definitely take away the life of a Turkic Iron Cavalry.

At this time, Yang Shuang, under the escort of the men in black, rushed towards the city gate.

"Shih!"

With an extremely heavy muffled sound, the city gates in the Far East were slowly opened.

Yang Shuang and more than 100 black-clothed men in this life rushed out of the Far East.

"Princess! Save me!"

"Ah! They are not humans, they are a bunch of little ghosts!"

"Turkish warriors, run away!"

Looking at the open city gate, the Turkic cavalry kept roaring and fleeing desperately.

At this time, they were completely defeated and were defeated.

Now, they just want to follow the princess’ footsteps and withdraw back to the grassland as soon as possible.

What kind of grasslands and what kind of grassland saints is worthless in front of life now.

Nothing is more important than being alive!

But will Qin Zichuan let them leave the Far East alive?

The answer is obvious, it is absolutely impossible!

Even if the King of Hell opens the back door for them, Qin Zichuan will definitely not.

If they were allowed to return to the grassland alive, who would comfort the Han family's spirit in heaven?

Although Jie Li Khan was nailed to the land in the Far East City by Qin Zichuan, this was not enough to calm Qin Zichuan's anger.

Only by trampling these Turkic barbarians thoroughly and stepping into the soil under them can they know what fear is and what fear is!

No poison is not a husband, let alone this group of Turkic cavalry who are full of conscience, how could Qin Zichuan show mercy?

"Northern Tang Army, kill!"

"Blood debt and blood repay, kill all the Turkic fragments!"

"The blood flows continuously, and I will never stop until I die!"

Three Thousand White Horse Yicong roared with his eyes wide open, waved the scimitar in his hands one by one, and kept slaughtering the Turkic Iron Cavalry trying to escape.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

As Baima Yi took the sword and fell, Turkic cavalry fell into a pool of blood.

Qin Zichuan even held the Fangtian Painted Riven and rushed to the front.

"Die it all for me!"

As his hysterical roar fell, the previous book titled Turkic Iron Cavalry was killed and down.

Although the combat power improvement brought to Qin Zichuan by his magical skills was limited, it did not have the combat power explosion brought by his magical skills, bravery and good combat.

However, the magical skills can not only increase the number of people to the upper limit, but also bring endless combat power to their entire team.

After all, magic skills are a team skill.

Qin Zichuan led three thousand white horses, and rushed to the gate of the Far East City with one charge.

At this time, more than 20,000 Turkic cavalry all died in the Far East City.

Nothing survived.

Qin Zichuan directly broke out of the city and chased Yang Shuang in front of him.

Yang Shuang and others witnessed the entire process of Bai Ma Yi descending out of thin air, and learned about Qin Zichuan's secret. How could they allow them to leave alive?

"Northern Tang Army, charge!"

"Northern Tang Army, kill and kill!"

Qin Zichuan led three thousand white horses to chase each other and was bound to kill them.

Yang Shuang led the man in black to flee all the way, trying to escape back to the grassland.

Just as Qin Zichuan activated his magical skills and began to massacre the Turkic Iron Cavalry in the city, Cheng Yaojin and others who were far away in Anton heard the roar that resounded throughout the world.

The strong smell of blood floated far away with the wind, causing Cheng Yaojin and other Tang soldiers to frown.

"Is the Northern Tang King in danger?"

Smelling the strong smell of blood and listening to the fight coming, Yuchi Jingde couldn't help but exclaim.

"His grandpa, grandpa, these stray dogs dare to resist and slaughter the Far East for me!"

Chen Yaojin carried his big axe and shouted in extreme anger.

At this time, the evil of building aspirations in Andong City had long been slaughtered.

As for those people who defected to the treacherous ministers, they had already knelt on the ground and begged the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty to spare their lives.

Facing the old, weak, sick and disabled in front of him, Cheng Yaojin really couldn't do anything.

But, after all, they can’t forgive them if they help the evil!

Especially when they saw more than 200 people from the Wang family lying in a pool of blood, they made everyone angry and wished they could pull out the eighteen generations of ancestors who had been built into ancestral graves and massacre them again.

"General, how do you deal with these people?"

A deputy general next to him asked Yuchi Jingde.

"When the White Armor General comes back and decides."

Faced with these elderly, weak, sick and disabled people, Yuchi Jingde didn't know what to do.

"Quickly support the Northern Tang King, and kill all the Turkic fragments and the remnants of the Far East!"

Cheng Yaojin turned his head and stared at the Anton people under his feet and said.

The endless murderous aura scared them so much that they trembled.

The endless regret swept across their bodies in an instant.

"Start and quickly support the White Armored General!"

With the order of Yuchi Jingde, the Tang army quickly assembled and rushed to the Far East.

The scouts even hurried to Chang'an with the news of the great victory in the frontier.

...

At this time, Qin Zichuan led three thousand white horses to pursue them relentlessly.

Under the protection of the men in black, Yang Shuang was riding her horse and trying to escape back to the grassland.

He was about to rush into the grassland, but Yang Shuang's heart was filled with strong uneasiness.

The yurt in the distance faintly caught her eyes, causing her little heart to reach her throat.

For this ambush, Jie Li Khan not only took the life of his son, but also brought out the Turkic warriors.

Nowadays, there is no more combat-capable man on the grassland.

"If I escape back to the grassland, wouldn't I lead the war to the grassland?"

As the yurts in the distance got closer and closer, Yang Shuang not only did not feel any joy, but became more and more confused.

She didn't know if what she did was right, and she didn't know what would happen next.

...

And the three thousand white horses who were chasing behind Yang Shuang directly took off the bow and arrow behind him.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

The arrow, which seemed to be about to tear apart the sky, instantly shot at the escaped man in black with endless murderous aura.

The White Horse Yisong's archery technique was a hundred steps to penetrate the willows, and the arrows were shot without any slightest.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

After a rain of arrows, the man in black was shot and killed one after another, and fell off his horse and fell to the ground.

Yang Shuang couldn't help but turn her head and look, only to see that there was no one behind her.

The men in black who rushed out with her all died under the bow and arrow of the White Horse Yicong.

Then, two lines of hot tears instantly cut through her delicate cheeks.

"General White Armor, you will never forget your eternal hatred with me, Turkic!

Yang Shuang was keeling at the sky with silver teeth.
Chapter completed!