This Turkic bastard accompanied the Jieli Khan on the battlefield and wielded the Turkic scimitar countless times.

Killed countless Han Chinese.

But there is no knife like this!

Because of this knife, it was not only Shen Lang's head that was cut off, but also the vast grassland for him, as well as the holy daughter in the hearts of the grassland warriors!

He seemed to see the people of the steppe surrendering to his feet, and he seemed to see the holy woman Liu Monon lying in his arms.

As the Turkic scimitar in his hand got closer and closer to Shen Lang's head, the beautiful picture became clearer and clearer!

At this critical moment, the last white horse servant beside Shen Lang let go of the scimitar inserted in his abdomen, and opened his arms to hug Shen Lang's body.

He craned his neck even more and took the initiative to meet the chopped Turkic scimitar.

"Poof!"

"Click!"

With the sound of skin opening flesh sounded, the sharp Turkic scimitar instantly cut off the head of the white horse righteous servant.

"General, you must live."

At the moment when the human head and corpse were divided into two, this white horse Yicong was most worried about Shen Lang's life and death.

He hoped that Shen Lang would be alive, and the three thousand white horses and righteous servants all hoped that Shen Lang and others would live!

Even if they die, even if they don't have a whole body, no matter how heavy the price is, they still hope that Shen Lang can live.

In their eyes, Shen Lang was not only a blood-armored general whom they greatly admired in their hearts, but also like their child.

For his sake, they would rather die!

Even if they are given a chance to choose, they do not hesitate!

As the head of the last white horse fell to the ground, the hot blood that spurted out in an instant splashed Shen Lang's eyes.

Looking at the white horse Yicong who was beheaded off in his arms, and looking at the hideous faces of the Turkic iron horsemen around him, Shen Lang's head couldn't help buzzing.

The endless anger swept through his whole body in an instant, and the endless anger rose to the sky, making his whole body bruise.

The endless rage seemed to explode his body!

"Ahh

He clenched the bright silver gentian gun in his hand, looked up to the sky and roared, and two lines of blood and tears instantly pierced his blood-stained vicissitudes of life.

The Bright Silver Gentian Spear trembled as if it felt the endless anger in its master's heart.

And the white dragon horse he sat on was even more hoofed high, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Listening to his hysterical roar, the surrounding Turkic knights seemed to feel their souls tremble.

And the war horses in the city couldn't help but start pacing backwards, trembling with fright.

This endless murderous aura spread in the Far East City in an instant.

The air is burning, as if the sky is trembling!

When Jieli Khan in the distance saw this scene in front of him, his face instantly froze with excitement.

Now he finally killed the Blood Armor General alone, but not only did his heart not have the slightest joy, but was full of inexplicable fear.

Liu Monong behind Shen Lang trembled slightly, and his heart was full of indescribable sadness and inexplicable colic.

In order to let Shen Lang live well, Bai Ma Yicong used his body to block the fall of the Turkic scimitar.

They used their lives to protect Shen Lang's life.

This scene of sacrificing one's life to save each other moved the Turkic iron horsemen around him who were like beasts.

At this moment, they stood there quietly, stupidly looking at Shen Lang, who was already at the end of the strong bow in front of them.

They were waiting, waiting for Shen Lang's utter roar to end.

It's not that they're soft-hearted, it's respect for the strong.

The team, which was inferior to its predecessors, followed him and killed the Turkic iron cavalry of 10,000 people.

Now, he fought to the last man.

Now, he's scarred and crumbling.

Death is only a matter of time.

Therefore, the Turkic Iron Horse was waiting, let Shen Lang take another look at those brothers who sacrificed their lives for righteousness, and let him hold the soldiers who were headless for a while, but made all beings fearful.

"Why are you still stunned! Kill him for me! ”

"The one who kills the blood-armored general is the new king of my grassland, the fast son-in-law of Jieli Khan, and the husband of Ashmonon!"

Jieli Khan saw that the Turkic iron cavalry on the battlefield were stunned in place, and he couldn't help but roar hysterically.

Looking at Shen Lang's hideous appearance, his heart became more and more uneasy.

He wants to kill the blood-armored general as soon as possible!

As his words fell, the surrounding Turkic horsemen finally reacted.

Although they are in awe, for the sake of the country and the beauty, and for the sake of the dead steppe warriors, the blood-armored general must die!

They did not allow the Turks to have such a formidable opponent exist!

"Kill!"

"Turkic warriors, kill the blood-armored general!"

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

The surrounding Turkic iron horsemen roared one by one.

They brandished the Turkic scimitars in their hands and rushed towards Shen Lang.

"Ahh

Shen Lang roared, and the bright silver gentian spear in his hand swept out.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

This halberd directly cut off the first two Turkic iron horsemen to rush up and dismounted the horses.

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

Shen Lang tightly held the bright silver gentian gun in his hand and roared angrily in the sky.

The endless anger in his heart rose to the sky.

Rumble!

As his rage reached its peak, the Divine Skill Demon Ruble came out again!

I saw a bloody light falling from the sky, and it instantly wrapped Shen Lang to death.

"I am willing to use ten years of yang life to exchange for three thousand white horses to return to the world!"

In the red blood light package, Shen Lang looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

He turned on the magic technique again, and he didn't die.

Even if he dies for ten years, he will not hesitate to do it!

Because he swore to die to leave Jieli Khan, and swore to destroy all the Turkic iron horsemen!

And the surrounding Turkic iron horsemen, seeing this magical scene, couldn't help but be stunned one by one.

They stared at the three thousand white horse servants who appeared out of thin air, and their minds were blank.

"How is this possible?"

"Am I dazzled? Or hell alive? ”

"Aren't they all dead? Isn't there only one left, the Blood-Armored General? ”

"So where did it come from?"

The Turkic knights stared at their eyes one by one, and their eyes, full of doubts and incredulity, seemed to fly out.

"Beiliang Army, kill!"

"Leave not one behind, slaughter them all!"

With Shen Lang's order, three thousand white horses burst out in an instant.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

In the blink of an eye, countless Turkic iron horsemen fell to their deaths.

Before they could react, they ushered in the scimitar in the hand of Bai Ma Yicong.

The divine skill is endless, not only increasing the number of White Horse Followers to 3,000 people, but also greatly strengthening the combat effectiveness of the White Horse Followers.

And Shen Lang has entered the state of demonized rubles, and no one can stop him!