Inside the Far Eastern City.

The corpses of the Turkic Iron Riders were piled up layer after layer, like hell on earth.

"Sons and daughters of the Han family, have you seen it? When I have slain all these Turkic spurples, I will take the head of the Khan of Jieli and look at you. ”

Shen Lang looked at the gray sky above his head and muttered alone.

As his words fell, familiar and unfamiliar smiling faces appeared in the gray sky.

Although their faces were stained with blood, and although they all looked hideous, the sincere smile on the corner of their mouths made Shen Lang silently leave two lines of blood and tears.

The great revenge is about to be avenged, but those good sons and daughters of the Han family will never come back.

Tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of Tang soldiers on the frontier died under the Turkic iron cavalry.

How sad!

"Kill them all, and leave not one behind!"

Looking at the gradually blurred face of the Han family's sons in the sky, Shen Lang couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

I saw that he grabbed the bright silver gentian spear and pulled it out of the corpse of Jieli Khan.

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

"Slaughter them all, not a single one will be left!"

Shen Lang roared as he rushed towards the panicked Turkic iron horseman.

When he activated the magic technique and did not die, he had no intention of keeping this group of Turkic miscellaneous people alive.

He can't let anyone know the secret of the White Horse's righteous servants, except for dead people!

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With the continuous wielding of the bright silver gentian spear, pieces of Turkic iron horses fell from their horses and died.

And the three thousand white horses were even more invincible, continuing to slaughter the Turkic iron cavalry in the city.

"The Khan is dead, run away!"

"They're not human, they're a bunch of imps from hell!"

"Run, Turkic warriors!"

The surrounding Turkic iron horsemen still dared to fight, and one by one they roared hysterically.

With the death of Jieli Khan, this group of Turkic iron horsemen has been leaderless.

Especially the fierce combat effectiveness of the White Horse Righteous Servants, they were even more defeated.

Now, they have finally come to their senses from their beautiful fantasies.

What beauties are all thrown out of the clouds by them at this time.

They just want to live!

"Lord, Lord, run away!"

"Princess, we failed, completely defeated!"

"If you stay in Qingshan, you are not afraid of no firewood, please give the princess an order to retreat quickly!"

The black-clothed men around him pleaded bitterly at Liu Mo.

How could Liu Monong not know that the general trend had gone, but she didn't expect that her father's plan to break the kettle would lose so badly and defeat so completely.

But when she remembered the miraculous scene not long ago, her heart was relieved.

This blood-armored general is not human!

Especially when she recalled that General Blood Armor was in Chang'an City, and the moment of her Spring Festival with herself, an inexplicable feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

"Retreat quickly, retreat to the steppe!"

Liu Monong roared at the defeated Turkic iron horseman.

"The princess has an order, retreat quickly!"

"Run away, warriors!"

"Protect the princess and withdraw from the city gates!"

The surrounding Turkic iron horsemen roared, desperately fighting in the direction of the city gate.

And Liu Monong, who was closest to the city gate, quickly rushed towards the city gate under the protection of the black-clothed man.

"Even if it is the end of the earth, I will kill you without leaving a piece of armor!"

Shen Lang roared hysterically, and kept slashing the Turkic miscellaneous who tried to escape.

Shen Lang held the bright silver gentian spear, as if he was crazy, and kept waving it.

With a bloodthirsty glow, the Bright Silver Gentian Spear kept harvesting the lives of the Turkic Iron Horsemen.

The blood splattered everywhere, the limbs flying sideways, it was hell on earth.

The three thousand white horses rushed like a sharp dagger, and if one hit, the shot would definitely take the life of a Turkic iron horseman.

At this time, Liu Monong, escorted by the black-clothed men, quickly rushed towards the city gate.

"Woohoo!"

With an incomparably heavy muffled sound, the gates of the Far East were slowly opened.

Liu Monong and more than a hundred black-clothed men in this life rushed out of the Far East.

"Princess! Help me! ”

"Ahh They're not people, they're a bunch of imps! ”

"Turkic warriors, run away!"

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

At this time, they have no fighting spirit and cannot form an army.

Now, they just want to follow in the footsteps of the princess and retreat to the grassland as soon as possible.

What grassland rivers and mountains, what grassland saints, now in front of life, is worthless.

Nothing is more important than being alive!

However, will Shen Lang let them leave the Far East alive?

The answer is obvious, it's absolutely impossible!

Even if Lord Yama opened the back door for them, Shen Lang would definitely not.

If they are allowed to return to the grassland alive, who will comfort the spirit of the Han family's sons and daughters in the sky?

Although Jieli Khan was nailed to the ground in Far East City by Shen Lang's shot, this was not enough to calm the anger in Shen Lang's heart.

Only by completely trampling this group of Turkic barbarians under their feet and stepping into the dirt under their feet can they know what they are afraid of and what they are afraid of!

is not poisonous and not a husband, not to mention this group of Turkic iron horsemen who have lost their conscience, how can Shen Lang show mercy?

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

"Blood debts and blood repayment, kill all the Turkic miscellaneous pieces!"

"The blood will not stop, and the death will not stop!"

The three thousand white horses roared with their eyes split, waving the scimitars in their hands one by one, and kept slaughtering the Turkic iron horsemen who tried to escape.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

As the white horse Yi raised his sword and fell, one by one the Turkic iron horses fell in a pool of blood.

Shen Lang was even holding a bright silver gentian gun, rushing to the front.

"Give me death!"

As his hysterical roar fell, the Turkic Iron Horseman, titled in front of him, was beheaded from his horse.

Shen Lang led three thousand white horse righteous followers, and directly rushed to the gate of Far East City with a direct charge.

At this time, more than 20,000 Turkic iron horsemen all died in the Far Eastern City.

There is no life left.

Shen Lang directly killed out of the city, and chased Liu Monong in front of him.

Liu Monong and the others witnessed the whole process of Bai Ma Yi descending from thin air, and learned Shen Lang's secret, how could they be allowed to leave alive?

"Beiliang Army, charge!"

"Beiliang Army, kill, kill!"

Shen Lang led three thousand white horses and righteous servants in hot pursuit, and was bound to cut them off from the horse.

And Liu Monong led the man in black to flee all the way, trying to escape back to the grassland.

And just when Shen Lang turned on his magic technique and began to slaughter the Turkic iron cavalry in the city, Cheng Yanjin and the others, who were far away in Anton, heard the roar that resounded through the world.

The strong smell of blood drifted far away with the wind, making Cheng Yanjin and other Tang soldiers frown.

"Could it be that the King of the Northern Tang Dynasty is in danger?"

Smelling the strong smell of blood and listening to the fighting, Wei Chi Jingde couldn't help but exclaim.

"His grandfather's grandmother's grandfather, this group of lost dogs even dared to resist and slaughtered the Far East for me!"

Chen Yanjin carried his big axe and roared with great anger.