The smell of blood lingers between people's noses, just like the Sui general in the battle formation of the God of War clashed with the Sui general in the Turkic battle formation. For a moment, the Turkic soldiers around him still dared not go forward, and the huge circle was empty and they looked at him from afar.

On the hillside, the Khan looked at his personal guards unfolding the broken Sui flag, waved his hand and whipped it into two pieces.

"When Zhou was still alive, he didn't think Chinese characters were hateful, so he burned it!"

Behind him, the other khans rushed over and congratulated the great khan, and cut off a warrior of the Southern Dynasty. For the men on the grassland, it is worth celebrating.

"There are people who know magic in the Sui army. Fortunately, the Khan brought the high priest to him."

"Well, if this magic trick of the Sui generals is used in the battle of a large army, I am afraid that no one can defeat the battlefield, so I am glad that I will be killed early."

"By the way, high priest, what kind of magic did the Sui people use? Seeing him constantly waving a small flag, can we also know that it is a treasure?"

On the other side, Xiao Weng's shaman was put away, and took the small flag picked up by the soldiers below from the waiter and looked at it. A disdainful smile appeared in his half-closed eyes.

"The magic weapon refined by the practitioners of the Central Plains is not the one who died Sui general, but it is also ordinary. In front of the White Wolf God, in front of the Great Khan, it is vulnerable."

After saying that, he squeezed the broken and destroyed flag tightly in his hand, and a stream of black smoke wrapped around it and corroded it into a pool of black mud and fell to the ground.

Sha Bo listened to his words with satisfaction, looked at Khan who had decentralized power with him with a side face, waved his hand heroically, and called the commander.

"Go and bring the body of the Sui army below, and in addition, I ordered the army to continue to move south. It is time to teach the newly established Southern Dynasty a lesson, so that they can know why the two countries of Zhou and Qi paid tribute to our Turks in the beginning."

The cavalry ran down the hillside, followed the slowly moving army side, ran outside the surrounding corpses, and shouted loudly.

"Khan has ordered him to bring the body of the Sui general!"

Hearing the order, several centurions led the team pushed the soldiers up to lift the corpse. Before, the other party rushed to the formation alone, which made them feel frightened. They had superb martial arts and a strange magic trick. Looking back on the body of flesh and flesh, they often only had to tear them apart by multiple guns, which was simply an inhuman feeling.

There is a vague illusion that you can practice to the extreme.

‘I hope there is no one like this guy in Zhongyuan. If you can’t cut it for a few more times, why don’t you fight? Let’s go back and herd sheep.’

There were many such thoughts. A few Turkic soldiers who had passed by muttered in a low voice and slowly walked over the body of the blood-filled Sui general. Suddenly one of them stopped and turned his face to look at the Turkic soldiers watching the show around him.

"Strange, have you heard any sound?"

The long dragon moving south from afar seemed to hear the sound. The figures of infantry and cavalry raised their heads one after another, looking towards the sky that was moving forward, outside the clouds, it looked like two different worlds.

The sky in the south was blue, and a few white clouds wandered around, and a faint dark spot could be seen, and many Turkic people looked at each other.

"What's that?"

"I don't know, there is still a sound."

"...Flying so high, it's not right, it seems to be coming to this side!"

Someone reacted from a brief doubt and shouted loudly. The dark spots in the sky in the distant south were magnifying in a blink of an eye in the sight of the moving Turkic army.

The sound I heard in my hearing before was the roar of the roar of the breeze being torn in the air. When the person's words spread, many people only realized it.

On the hillside, Sha Bo, who was joking with the Khans and the high priest, stopped his voice and looked at the crowd, his smile froze on his face.

Below, the Turkic soldiers who went to carry Qu Yuanfeng also heard screams and screams. Turning back, the black spot had turned into the outline of a long sword.

On the ancient sword body, the dragon carvings wandered, crossing the front end of the spreading long dragon-like team, the sword body leaned downward, and pressed above the moving army, forming a turbulent air pressure, causing the moving team to fall, and the figures of people blew out from left to right, and fell heavily to the ground.

“Ahhhh——”

The soldiers carrying the corpse, the flesh on the faces of the soldiers around them were blown by the air waves, and they were frightened to the extreme sound. In the eyes, the fairy sword plowed out a "gully" from the crowd, and there was something hanging, flying towards this side, and then... with a sword, it penetrated into the ground two meters ahead of them.

It was a loud bang that exploded.

The sword body that was inserted diagonally into the ground, and the surrounding soil burst out and burst out. As the wave of air spread out, it hit the nearest Turkic soldiers. The skin and flesh cracked on their faces, and their entire body was pushed and smashed into the crowd behind them. Suddenly, people were overturned.

"What's going on?!"

On the hillside, Sha Boluo looked at the sudden chaos below with his horse's head. The thing flew over, and he couldn't see what it was. He pointed there and turned his head to look at the high priest.

"What is flying here? Who of you can see clearly?!"

Everyone around was silent, and the shaman on the side narrowed his eyes and observed for a while, his beard trembled, and he said hoarsely:

"Great Khan, that is also a magic weapon for those who practice Taoism in the Central Plains, but... it's a bit powerful this time."

He raised his hands, bulging his lips and breathed a breath. A gust of wind suddenly hangs around him. In the smoke and dust below, the sword body buzzes and buzzes, and the sound of Pudu Cihang sounds.

"Well, the barbarian, the things my master has sent him to this Dharma!"

A rope hanging on the ground was a toad Taoist crawling on the ground and twitching slightly on the frog's webbing. The other end extended up, and was a scroll tied to it.

As Yuelong said, the magic light lit up, and the scroll unfolded from top to bottom. On it was a portrait of a galloping horse and a sword, with golden armor and green robe.

The strong wind blew violently, and the moment everyone around covered their mouths and noses, waved their arms and slapping them away, a sound of hoof vibration was heard. The smoke and dust swept in the wind suddenly broke open, and a figure riding a horse rushed out.

Xilulu-

The charcoal red war horse neighed and roared, and walked into a large horse's hooves, turning into a fiery red afterimage to rush straight to the hillside. On the shaking mane, the figure robeed green and golden armor, with a face like a jujube red. A green dragon sword hung upside down, instantly knocking away several Turkic cavalry blocking the road and heading straight to the place where the big cage was.

Sha Bo snatched the reins and shouted in shock: "Stop him!"

Several tribal khans around were also shocked. The speed of this man's arrival was in a hurry, and the Khan cavalry guarding the big bar turned their heads and met them.

Step on the pedal-

The horse's hooves were running wildly, and the Yanyue was dragging upside down. When the man swung his green robe, his long beard and beautiful beard moved, and his body gradually turned into a blue light. He walked straight towards the six Turkic cavalry rushing towards him. As he dissipated, his eyes roared and slashed down angrily, slashing his sword in a shaman under the big flag.

In an instant, black smoke flew out from the mouth of the shaman priest. The sand bowl on the horse's back suddenly fell off the horse's back. The blade that slashed horizontally and cut open the horse's neck with a magic light, pulling out a bloodline, and slashing away the nearest Khan without extinguishing his strength!

Then, it turns into green light in situ and dissipates into the air.

puff!

The head flew into the sky with a horror expression. The headless corpse sat on the horse's back and swayed a few times, falling down, and the gushing plasma poured on the second khan, Apo Khan, and Datou Khan.

“Ahhhh——”

Some people covered their faces with blood and shouted in fear, some people looked around in panic and distracted, and their voices were also shouting: "Where is that person, where is the southerner who came from the outbreak?!"

The guards around came over, guarding the weapons, and helped the Khan get up from the fallen war horse, and the shamans there waved to calm them.

"Dear Khans, don't panic. The person who just entered the formation was also drawn by magic weapons. His magic power has completely disappeared and will not appear again."

After hearing this, Sha Boluo and the three khans felt a little more at ease. As they spoke, under the hillside where they were far away, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the short-term chaotic military formation. The smoke and dust that had been gradually sinking was lifted up again. Among the tumbling dust, blue and white lightning flashed and crackled.

The shaman who was talking to the Great Khan on the hillside stopped his voice, and his skin seemed to be stabbed by a needle. He suddenly turned around and looked down.

In the swelling dust, lightning was running around, and a figure was slowly walking out.

The soldiers around him tightly clamped the hilt of the knife and watched nervously. As his steps stepped out of the edge of smoke and dust, he exposed his white robe, and subconsciously moved backwards.

In the gloomy sky, Lu Liangsheng didn't even look at the guns and swords that were pointing at both sides, and walked to his body lying quietly on the ground with expressionless face.

Squat down, brushing the black blood-stained face with his fingertips, and the solidified blood dirt peeled off layer by layer, revealing his pale skin.

Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips and looked at the mottled body, and his palms were shaking slightly.

"I shouldn't have arranged spells for you according to my ideals..."

His voice was a little choked, he picked up his apprentice horizontally, turned away the smoke and dust, and said softly, as if comforting him.

"It's okay, I'll take you back to Qixia Mountain, and I'll take you home."

......

On the hillside, a big star was waving, Sha Bo pulled out the blade from his waist, ran to the edge and shouted: "Leave the body of the Sui General, that is my spoil--"

"Great Khan, don't be impulsive!"

Although the shaman was not afraid, he could not touch the cultivation level of the sudden cultivator below for a while. However, it was too late for him to speak. Sha Boluo's words passed down, walked to the figure in the sand and dust, and stopped holding the body.

The scholar turned his face sideways, and his eyes are filled with coldness in his calm expression.
Chapter completed!