A moment later, the fallen leaves that had fallen into the boundless mire slowly sank without a trace, and the tired mosquitoes that landed on the windowsill fell weakly into the air, towards the end of their lives, and the sharp sword that had been sharp before, as if it had lost all its life in an instant, fell from behind, and slowly fell towards the ground.

There was a broken thread in the world of heaven and earth aura, Ye Wuru's expression changed suddenly, and he found that he couldn't sense his long sword, and a sharp roar burst out of his lips, and his palms were together, clamping the sword blade that Lin Tian split with one hand, and there was a faint distance of a hair between his palm and Lin Tian's sword blade, which was not completely touched, but it was in that extremely subtle space...... There seems to be some kind of power in the middle, as tight as cotton.

The roar echoed in the field, and the long sword that had just fallen to the ground heard the whistling, and it was a bounce, but it couldn't fly again, and it looked extremely miserable and futile, just like an old mosquito falling on the frosty ground in late autumn, its thin wings were frozen into glass ice, and the so-called struggle was more like a convulsion before death.

Ye ruthless's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted again, his palms slapped away the cold sword surface, his right hand wore his sleeve and came out, his body swept obliquely and bounced up from between the chairs, and pointed at the sword to stab Lin Tian's throat, Ye ruthless pointed at the sword to stab Lin Tian's throat, and drew an arc to the left and right, which was farther away than the straight stab, which also gave Lin Tian the last reaction at the moment of life and death.

He had to do this, because he wanted to avoid the dagger that Lin Tian might stab at any time, and subconsciously he didn't want to mess with his dagger, even if he touched it, Ye Wuru didn't know what this dagger was, but as a monk in the third-layer realm of the divine soul, he could vaguely feel the fear that the dagger brought to him, which was the fear in the monk's instinct.

It was precisely because of this deepest fear in his heart that Ye Ruthless's finger sword was a little slower than normal, and it was precisely this extremely short time that was used...... Lin Tian had time to avoid his body, Ye Wuru snorted softly, the green veins on his pale face disappeared as soon as he appeared, and Lin Tian stepped back a point.

'Poof', blood spurted out from between Lin Tian's mouth and nose, spreading along the edge of his cheeks, dyeing his handsome face red, and the corners of Ye Ruthless's eyes began to drip blood droplets, and the essence in his eyes gradually dimmed, he squeezed too much of his perception, and he was about to run out of oil, now it depends on who can support it longer.

Lin Tian raised his head with great difficulty, looked at Ye Wuru with some godless eyes, and found that Ye Wuru's thin cheeks had become even thinner at this time, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he must have been unable to hold it anymore, suddenly, Lin Tian felt that the power coming from him was a little weaker, he raised his head, held the long sword in his left hand, and forced a step forward!

The long sword was like an unbreakable shield, pushing Ye Wuru back a step, and a fierce howl of a fierce beast fighting brutally roared out of the young man's mouth, he mobilized the last remaining strength in his body, lifted the long sword dragged on the ground, and slashed it fiercely!

With a 'click', the blade of the sword slammed deep into Ye Ruthless's neck, and then continued to move forward with an extremely ugly and terrifying sound of breaking bones, until it split out from the other side, the eyes on Ye Ruthless's head stared at Lin Tian incredulously, and then the head fell from the neck with a crooked head, snapped twice on the ground, and rolled into the grass.

The long sword fell slowly, the hilt of the sword was still tightly held in Lin Tian's hand, the sun had just risen, the bright day was so beautiful, the field was so quiet at this time, Lin Tian strode towards the depths of the plain with his sword, regardless of the bloodstained body, revealing the scarlet clothes, the beauty was extraordinary, the last trace of red of the early sun, dyed half of the sky, reflected a piece of plain, and dyed the whole world.

When the sun shone on the earth at noon, in the Turkic holy city, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the earth-shattering sound of horses galloping, as if someone had thundered the war drums, and the loud sound of 'booming' tore through the sky, and someone rushed out of the house, saw the cavalry galloping through the streets, and turned back to the house, raising a knife or a stick...... Some even rushed out with toilets to drive away the invading enemies, because this was a holy place for their Turks.

'Plop pounce ......' kitchen knives, wooden sticks, and toilets, after all, are only wooden, how can they resist the long knife in Tang Jun's hand, as well as the sharpness of the weapon blessed by the eighth stage martial artist of the martial artist, swinging the knife, like cutting wheat grass, the head of the person flies, the bright red blood is splashing, it is so dazzling in the sun.

In the "Abba ......" house, a child saw such a scene, endured the huge fear in his heart, couldn't help but rush out of the house, and then hugged the headless corpse that fell to the ground, tears flowed, this is the pillar of the family, falling, it is equivalent to the collapse of the house, which is equivalent to ruining the future of a child.

'Pounce!' Tang people's hearts are hot, their blood is also hot, but in the face of war, blood must also be cooled, and people must also be indifferent, so even if it is a child in front of them, these five thousand elite soldiers did not hesitate at all, raised their whips, and then waved a decisive and easy sword, and another human head flew up.

The child's eyes were full of disbelief and fear, more pain and relief, he didn't believe that the Tang people, who had always been very merciful and compassionate, could be cruel to a child like him, and because the pillars of the family fell, he didn't have to be afraid to be a slave in the future, perhaps, this is also the most perfect ending?

War is ruthless, soldiers are indifferent, the Turks want to annex the Tang Dynasty, they must be ready to be slaughtered, every year the Tang border will usher in the Turkic invasion, countless ordinary Li people died tragically on the frontier, that is the pain in the hearts of the Tang Dynasty soldiers, and today this pain will be completely released!

No one is perfect, even saints, they are at fault after all, they are soldiers, they only remember that once a group of brutes who rode horses and galloped on their homes and wantonly slaughtered their families, and today, they will collect from the relatives and friends of these brutes, what they have lost, and get back the interest they deserve.

"The Turks have violated the prestige of our Tang Dynasty, and they have not changed their ways, and the whole city will be slaughtered!" Li Jing rode a horse and stood on a high place, he looked at the residents who were driven to the center of the city with indifferent eyes, at this time, the residents of the entire Turkic Holy City have all been driven here, and now, it is the moment when the Tang Dynasty waves its treasure sword, revealing its hideousness!

"Ah...... No...... I don't want to die...... Eminem ...... Abba ...... "Five thousand elite soldiers, all of whom have experienced a hundred battles, have the cultivation of the eighth stage of a warrior, and charge the soldiers of the Holy City who are completely defenseless, and even the unarmed residents, it is simply easy, fighting for two hours, and only injuring a few people."

As Li Jing said, at this time, they showed their hideous knives, just like the Tang Dynasty, which had been silent for several years in front of the Turks, and finally revealed their sharp side, and this side needs to be paid for by the lives of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in the Turkic Holy City, this is war, even though there is wolf smoke everywhere and corpses are like mountains.

It's chaotic, the entire Turkic Holy City is in chaos all of a sudden, the Turks are crazy and crowded and want to rush out of this place, escape from this place, and trample on people, but the five thousand elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are not chaotic at all, the long knives in their hands are still waving, and the heads of people are flying, bringing up blood flowers flying, which is wanton venting and also the promotion of human nature.

In ancient times, there was a killing god Bai Qi digging a pit and burying 400,000 Chu soldiers alive, and now there is a military god Li Jing wielding a knife to cut off 100,000 heads, even if he bears the infamy, even if he pays the price, even if he is spurned by the world from now on, he Li Jing will not hesitate to do it, and he will not have any regrets, in order to ask the Tang Dynasty to be calm for decades, that's all.

Li Jing looked up at the sky, the corners of his eyes were a little moist, once upon a time, he once had the world in his heart, and wanted to get a glimmer of life for the entire continent and the people of the whole world, but after experiencing the twists and turns of reality and the cruel blows of life, he finally understood that he did not have this ability, and even Li Shimin, the Tang Emperor, did not.

Because the mainland is very large and there are too many dynasties, no one is willing to give up the glory and wealth in their hands to fulfill anyone, so the smoke is everywhere, he Li Jing is the god of war of the Tang Dynasty, and he is the god of war of the Tang Dynasty, so he can only protect the Tang Dynasty and the people of the Tang Dynasty, so that they will not be disturbed by the war and enjoy the peaceful and prosperous world.

In a round of slashing, the Turks in the center of the holy city suddenly lost one-tenth, and the corpses of more than 10,000 people lay there piled up a mountain, blood and water all over the ground, some people collapsed in fright, and some people cried bitterly, they wanted to beg for mercy, but they knew that it was useless to beg for mercy, because they had also treated those ordinary people of the Tang Dynasty like this.

War is physical work, killing people is the same, swinging the knife and falling the knife, countless swings and slashes, even the martial artist of the eighth stage of the martial artist will be tired, this killing lasted for almost a day, and when dusk came, Li Jing found that the five thousand elite soldiers he brought, under the resistance of the Turks who slaughtered this time, died nearly 100 people.

"You won't die in vain!" Li Jing ordered to bury these dead elite soldiers, buried under the most sacred statue of the wolf god in the Turkic holy city, and engraved their names, this is the glory of the Tang Dynasty, and it is also their glory, and it will be as immortal as the wolf god: "The Tang Dynasty is proud of you!"

"Roar!" more than 4,000 elite soldiers roared at the same time, they were proud of these dead brothers, and they were also proud of themselves: "The Tang Dynasty has been immortal for thousands of years!"

Li Jing smiled, smiled very happily, this was the first time in his life that he was so happy, he looked back, in the center of the Turkic Holy City, there were more than 100,000 corpses lying there, these were the first revenge of the Tang Dynasty against the Turks.