At this time, the white horse righteous servant who was resurrected with full blood, like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushed out directly.

Although these Turkic horsemen were numerous, they were less than 20,000 at this time.

What's more, they were already stupefied by the incredible scene in front of them.

"Run! They are not people! ”

"Hell yes! Khan, hurry up and get me! ”

"Khan, hurry up and save us! Hell yes! ”

Just now it was the Turkic iron knight who swore and scrambled to kill Shen Lang.

Now in the face of the three thousand white horse followers, one by one they turned their heads in fear and tried to escape.

At this time, they had already been frightened, where did they still have the heart to kill Shen Lang and compete for the country and the saint of the grassland?

"Brother, you can go with peace of mind, I will definitely take the head of Jieli Khan's Xiang Shang and pay tribute to your heroic spirit!"

Shen Lang looked down at the white horse Yicong in his arms, and muttered alone.

He slowly put the corpse in his arms on the ground, and the endless murderous aura on his body burst out instantly.

"Jieli Khan, take your life!"

Shen Lang clenched the bright silver gentian spear in his hand and roared at Jieli Khan through gritted teeth.

I saw him wield the bright silver gentian gun in his hand, and rushed towards Jieli Khan and rushed to kill.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With a bloodthirsty glow, the bright silver gentian spear instantly slashed the two Turkic iron horsemen on the opposite side and dismounted them.

The surrounding White Horse Yicong followed closely behind, disemboweling the Turkic army like a sharp dagger.

Rush to kill the Khan!

"Quick! Give them to stop them! ”

"Turkic warriors, surround them for me!"

"There are only a few thousand of them, kill me!"

Looking at Shen Lang who was rushing towards him, Jieli Khan trembled with fright, and couldn't help but roar in a panic.

In the face of this group of three thousand white horse followers who did not know that they appeared out of thin air, Jieli Khan was also frightened.

He really couldn't figure out where these people came from.

Hell really?

Could it all be an illusion?

Even though he had countless doubts in his heart, at this time, he could only persist and try to kill the Blood Armor General.

For this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he disregarded the life of his son Ashi Hanbing and the lives of tens of thousands of Turkic iron horsemen, just to do this bureau and let the blood armor general come to the Far East.

Although the three thousand white horse righteous servants that appeared out of thin air terrified him, he had no way out.

Now that there is not a single soldier in the grassland, if they escape, they will inevitably lead the blood-armored general and others to the grassland, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

Behind him are tens of thousands of Turkic herdsmen, tens of thousands of Turkic wives and children, he can't escape, and the Turkic army can't be defeated!

He had no choice but to make a desperate attempt to kill the blood-armored general in the Far Eastern City.

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

Shen Lang led 3,000 white horse servants to slaughter the Turkic iron horsemen.

And he stepped on the corpse of the Turkic iron horseman, pressing towards the Jieli Khan step by step.

"Go and protect the Khan!"

Liu Monong couldn't help but scream when he saw Shen Lang who was gradually killing Chaojieli Khan.

But her black-clothed man, who was less than a hundred people, was being slaughtered by the White Horse at this time, where was there a chance to go to the rescue?

"Jieli Khan, your time of death has come!"

Looking at the Jieli Khan who was close at hand, Shen Lang couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar, and a halberd slashed the surrounding Turkic iron horsemen and the horse.

"God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!"

Shen Lang raised his head to the sky and roared, and a charge rushed to Jieli Khan.

Facing Shen Lang, who was close at hand, Jieli Khan trembled with fright.

Especially Shen Lang's hideous expression, the bright silver gentian spear that emitted bloodthirsty light, made Jieli Khan instantly surrounded by a breath of death.

By this time he had no time to roar and shout, and turned his horse's head to escape.

But will Shen Lang give him this opportunity?

The answer is obvious, no way!

"Han Jia's son, have you seen it in the Heavenly Spirit? Your great revenge will be avenged soon! ”

Shen Lang directly ignored the existence of Jieli Khan, looked up at the gloomy sky, and muttered alone.

In that gray sky, Shen Lang seemed to see the cheeks of countless Han family sons.

Although their faces were stained with blood, Shen Lang saw countless expectations.

"Die, Jie Li Khan!"

Shen Lang's eyes instantly split, and the bright silver gentian spear in his hand flew out with it.

Jieli Khan ran wildly, trying to escape from the Far Eastern City, which was like a hell on earth.

But the bright silver gentian spear, with an endless murderous aura and bloodthirsty light, stabbed him fiercely in the back of the heart.

"Poof!"

With the sound of the skin opening and the flesh blooming, Jieli Khan instantly turned on his back.

The bright silver gentian spear directly pierced his body and nailed him to the land of the Far East!

"Monong, run away!"

The moment the silver gentian pierced his back, the roar of the Khan of Jieli resounded over the Far Eastern city.

Although he kills like hemp, although his hands are stained with the blood of countless Han family children.

But he is finally still a father, and when he is dying, the first thing that comes to mind is his daughter Liu Monong.

The reason why he fled was to lure away the blood-armored general and give his daughter a chance and time to escape.

Now with the guilt and self-blame of being a father, he fell in a pool of blood and was nailed to the land of the Far East.

He also wants to be a good father, but who made him born in the grassland, in the family of the king of the grassland.

He is the Khan of the Turks, for the future of the steppe, for the sake of the steppe people to get out of the cold, he must invade the frontier of the Tang Dynasty and try to get into the Central Plains.

Learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

The same is true for a country.

If he fails to strengthen the Turks, he will be swallowed up by various powers.

Now, with reluctance and guilt, he has completely bid farewell to this battlefield like hell on earth.

"Father!"

Looking at the Jieli Khan who was nailed to the ground in the distance, Liu Mo roared hysterically.

The tears that burst out of her eyes instantly pierced her blood-stained cheeks.

The surrounding Turkic iron cavalry was stunned for an instant, they never expected that Jieli Khan would be nailed to the ground by a shot from the blood-armored general.

They looked at the trembling bright silver gentian spear for a long time, and their hearts were instantly filled with a deep fear.

What grassland vast, what grassland saint's peerless face.

At this moment, in their minds, it was instantly replaced by the murderous aura of the bright silver gentian spear.

Their crazy blood for the sake of the country and the beauty has also been completely cooled with the death of Jieli Khan.

In the face of life and death, everything is small and not worth mentioning.

And while they were slightly stunned, the white horse Yicong around them was not idle.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

With the sword in hand, countless Turkic iron horsemen were beheaded from their horses.

The slaughter continued, and the blood in the Far Eastern City became more and more ferocious.