General, you have to live.

What simple words, but how much blood and life do they contain?

In order to let Shen Lang continue to live, in order to prevent him from falling, one by one Bai Ma Yi rushed up with a roar and blocked in front of Shen Lang.

"General, take care."

A white horse Yicong was lying on the ground and said with a smile at Shen Lang.

But he was greeted by the galloping hooves of the horses.

"Brother!"

Shen Langgang wanted to bend over, trying to pull him up from the ground.

But in the next second, the war horse of the Turkic Iron Horse stepped on his head fiercely.

In an instant, brains splattered.

"Ahh

Seeing this scene, Shen Lang raised his head and roared as if he was crazy.

The gentian bright silver spear in his hand, with endless murderous aura, rushed towards the Turkic iron horse opposite.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Shen Lang kept waving the silver spear in his hand and stabbed it out as fast as he could.

The illusory shadows of the guns made the surrounding Turkic iron cavalry stunned for an instant.

And in their stunned effort, their heads exploded in the air one after another.

In Shen Lang's eyes, the heads of these Turkic iron riders are no longer heads, but a group of watermelons waiting for him to pop!

Blood debt can only be paid in blood!

In the blink of an eye, no less than ten Turkic iron horsemen were shot in the head by Shen Lang.

The red blood mixed with the white brain pulp flew all over the sky.

The picture is extremely terrifying!

It's not that Shen Lang is bloodthirsty.

It's that he's really angry!

The surrounding Turkic iron horsemen, faced with this incomparably bloody scene in front of them, instantly froze in place.

They looked at the brains flying in the sky stupidly, and a shock that had never been felt before surged in their hearts.

How is this possible?

Is he still human?

One by one, the Turkic iron horsemen had numb scalps and trembled all over.

Their hearts instantly became panicked, and their courage was even more frightened.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

At this time, Shen Lang kept waving the gentian bright silver spear in his hand, harvesting the lives of the Turkic iron horsemen.

The blood mist above his head was getting bigger and bigger, causing the surrounding Turkic Iron Cavalry to instantly disperse in fright.

"He, he's not human!"

"Hell it, hell it!"

"Khan, help!"

The Turkic iron horseman, who reacted, roared loudly and roared.

They turned their horses' heads around, not wanting to stay any longer.

And Jieli Khan, who was in the distance, saw this scene, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

They are all warriors from the grasslands!

They are Turkic iron horsemen, born to be kings on horseback, and they are iron horsemen that no one can stop.

But why can't tens of thousands of people kill an unknown person?

Could it be that this blood-armored general is really a god descending from heaven?

At this moment, there was a deep doubt in the heart of Jieli Khan.

Even if this blood-armored general was descended from the gods, would he have to give up this excellent opportunity and withdraw his troops and return to the grassland?

As long as you step on the banks of the Weishui River, you can occupy the Central Plains, which is like a paradise.

Jieli Khan is not reconciled!

"To this king! Dare to retreat from the latter, there is no forgiveness for killing! ”

Jieli Khan roared as he raised his scimitar and slashed two Turkic horsemen in succession.

He was genuinely angry.

Only blood can extinguish the monstrous anger in his heart!

Only by clenching the scimitar in his hand could he reduce the fear in his heart.

Not only was the Turkic Iron Cavalry frightened by the blood-armored general, but Jieli Khan also broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

Is this still human?

This is simply a demon that cannot be killed!

"Whether you are a god or a demon, this king must kill you!"

Jieli Khan clenched the scimitar in his hand tightly and muttered tremblingly.

……

"The Khan has an order, kill the blood-armored general!"

"The Khan has an order, and there is no mercy for the latter!"

"Warriors from the grassland, kill!"

The Turkic Iron Rider roared loudly as he slashed at the Blood-Armored General again.

They were really scared.

But so what?

Retreating, you can only be killed by the Khan's own hands.

Forward, there may be a glimmer of life.

Today's Turkic Iron Cavalry has no choice but to rush towards the Blood Armor General and others.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

As the sound of skin opening flesh fell one after another, Shen Lang's back and shoulders were injured by the Turkic scimitar one after another.

His weak body, supported by the last wisp of obsession, shook in an instant, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

If it falls from a horse, there is only one result.

Be trampled into flesh by the countless Turkic iron horsemen!

He clutched the reins tightly and desperately waved the gentian bright silver spear in his hand.

However, the speed and strength of the gun are rapidly decreasing.

An endless exhaustion swept through his whole body in an instant.

The blood in his eyes was gradually dissipating.

His mindless brain also woke up.

At this moment, his heart instantly "clicked".

Secretly scream 'not good'!

"Is the demonic state coming to an end?"

Shen Lang muttered to himself, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of helplessness.

The end of the demonic state means that his life is about to come to an end.

Now he's scarred.

At this point, he was exhausted.

Where is the strength to fight your way out?

Where does he have a chance to delay the arrival of Datang reinforcements?

Today, there are not many of the three thousand white horses left.

They're all doing their last struggle!

is fighting with God, with fate, doing the final struggle!

But when this moment came, Shen Lang's consciousness began to gradually blur.

He seemed to have returned to Chang'an City and set up stalls in the streets.

He seemed to see Li Lizhen soliciting guests for himself, and clearly saw her puffed and delicate cheeks.

He seems to have come to the long-coveted Pingkangfang, spending a lot of money, just to win a smile from the beauty.

"It's finally coming to an end......"

Shen Lang muttered alone, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a heartfelt smile.

It's over.

Then don't be so tired.

It's finally time to get some rest.

You can drink wine and eat meat.

There is something to do, nothing to do.

Fuddle.

Drunk lying on the knees of beautiful women.

What a life!

At this moment, Shen Lang's consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell into a beautiful fantasy.

With a happy smile on his face, he let the Turkic scimitar fall on him one after another.

……

Seeing this scene, Jieli Khan in the distance instantly trembled with excitement.

The blood-armored general is finally falling.

At this moment, he had waited too long, too long.

"Kill the Blood Armor General, he can't hold on!"

Jieli Khan roared excitedly.

Not only Jieli Khan, but also the Turkic iron horsemen at the front were also extremely excited.

Their eyes were wide open, glowing with blood.

It was like a hungry wolf encountering its prey, and frantically killed Shen Lang.

As long as you slash it, you can get 10,000 taels of gold!

If this knife cuts off the head of the blood-armored general, it will be the next Khan of the steppe!

At this moment, countless Turkic iron horsemen were crazy for Shen Lang's life!

Shen Lang, his life hangs by a thread!