Jieli Khan had already seen through Li Shimin's plan at this time, and his head was suddenly "buzzing" in anger.

"Charge me! I want to personally cut off the head of the Tang Emperor! ”

Jieli Khan roared angrily.

Since General Baijia's head is not easy to cut, let's cut off Li Shimin's head first!

Seventy or eighty thousand Turkic iron horsemen instantly rushed in the direction of His Majesty Li Er and killed them.

"Kill! Kill the Tang Emperor! ”

"Kill! Avenge the Turkic warriors! ”

The Turkic knights roared, shouted for kill, and charged frantically.

Jieli Khan was the first to rush to the front, which suddenly boosted the morale of the Turkic army!

The corners of Qin Zichuan's mouth couldn't help but show a helpless smile.

This is to be expected.

The ambush in Death Valley will greatly hurt the vitality of the Turkic army, otherwise the battle will be lost.

At this time, it is impossible to kill all the Turkic Iron Horsemen.

And the only chance to win is to kill Jieli Khan!

As long as he dies, the Turkic army will be in chaos.

Victory is within reach!

"Kill!"

Qin Zichuan roared, holding Fang Tian's halberd, and rushed to the back of the Turkic army.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand kept waving, and kept slashing the Turkic Iron Horseman.

His surroundings were instantly littered with corpses, and the corpses of the Turkic Iron Riders were piled up.

He charged at the belly of the Turkic army alone, but the black and oppressive Turkic army was like cutting leeks, killing one and surging another.

At this time, the duration of his berserk state was short.

If the cooldown time expires, he will enter a weakened state, and it will be even more difficult to kill Jieli Khan.

At this time, his heart was 100,000 urgent.

"The magic skill never dies, and the cooldown is over."

At this moment, the voice of the system suddenly sounded in the head.

"Full fire!"

Qin Zichuan's heart was full of ecstasy, and he couldn't wait to turn on the magic technique endlessly.

A burst of silver light flashed, and three thousand white horses appeared around him in an instant.

Those Turkic iron horsemen who besieged Qin Zichuan were instantly frightened by this sudden white horse righteousness.

But before they could react, they collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Kill Jieli Khan!"

Qin Zichuan roared angrily.

Under the blessing of the immortal attribute of the divine skill, the three thousand white horse Yicong immediately entered a state of rage, frantically slaughtering the Turkic iron horsemen.

……

Chai Shao led 10,000 Tang soldiers to attack the Turkic army from the flank.

But he didn't expect Jieli Khan to react so quickly, and the defeated Turkic army was instantly full of fighting spirit and surrounded them.

"Kill! Slaughter all the Turkic miscellaneous pieces!"

Chai Shao roared angrily, fighting.

Almost all the soldiers of Youzhou were killed in battle.

More than half of the people in Youzhou were killed and wounded.

As the governor of Youzhou, his heart was full of monstrous anger.

Although he is the master of the Tang Dynasty, at this time, he is the governor of Youzhou.

He wants to avenge the soldiers who died in Youzhou and the people who died in Youzhou!

He roared in rage, slaughtering.

However, the 10,000 army around him was plummeting, but the Turkic iron cavalry was like a tide, unable to kill and kill.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

He slashed the two Turkic horsemen in front of him one after another, but the sharp Turkic scimitar instantly slashed past his body.

"Ahh

He let out a hysterical scream and killed a Turkic knight beside him with a single blow.

At this time, the surrounding Turkic scimitars slashed at his body.

"Those who offend my Tang Dynasty will be punished even if they are far away!"

He roared and slashed, but before he could finish speaking, a sharp Turkic scimitar plunged into his chest.

Then a Turkic scimitar slashed at his neck.

Blood spurted out in an instant, and a generation of famous generals Chai Shao fell.

……

"Kill!"

"Slaughter the Turkic minuse!"

Cheng Yanjin kept wielding the axe in his hand in the Turkic army, fighting for his life.

"Your grandfather's grandmother's grandfather, why are there so many beasts!"

In the face of the tide of Turkic iron horses, Cheng bit the gold and scolded his mother.

However, his three-plate axe was used in rotation hundreds of times, but he still couldn't kill the Turkic army.

"Go and protect Your Majesty!"

As he spoke, Wei Chigong fought his way out and rushed towards Cheng Jin.

When the two ambushes converged, there were less than 5,000 people, and it was not easy to kill them and join His Majesty Li Er.

Suddenly, they saw a cavalry force tearing a hole in the belly of the Turkic army, and rushed towards Jieli Khan.

The Fang Tian painting halberd that exuded bloodthirsty light flew up and down, and the blood armor was like a demon from hell.

"General White Armor!"

Cheng Yanjin and Wei Chigong exclaimed in unison.

"General be careful!"

In the Tang army, I don't know how many people are pinching a cold sweat for Qin Zichuan.

I saw Qin Zichuan leading three thousand white horse righteous servants, like a sharp dagger, straight into the heart of the Turkic army.

The cooldown for Divine Skill Heroism is approaching, and he must kill Jieli Khan before then.

As if he had gone mad, he let the sharp Turkic scimitar fall on him, and kept fighting, charging towards Jieli Khan.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Stepping on the countless corpses of the Turkic iron horsemen, he slew at Jieli Khan.

"Protect the Khan!"

The Turkic military division immediately shouted.

"Kill me! Kill the White Armor General! ”

Facing the white-armored general who rushed towards him, Jieli Khan suddenly became afraid.

He is not afraid of His Majesty Li Er's army, even if it is 300,000, 500,000.

But he was afraid of the white-armored general who was like a bloodthirsty maniac!

He's not human, he's a demon from hell!

Qin Zichuan kept waving the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, wanting to get closer to Jieli Khan, and get closer.

But his furious state entered the countdown.

Ten seconds.

Nine seconds.

Eight seconds.

Even if he risked his own life and charged with his life, the Turkic army blocked his progress with his own corpse.

For every meter forward, I don't know how many corpses I have to step on.

Even if the white horse Yicong fought desperately, he still couldn't kill this tide of Turkic iron horses.

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

Three seconds.

Seeing that the violent state was about to end, Qin Zichuan roared "ah" and jumped up.

He "banged" and directly stepped on a Turkic miscellaneous head, and his body rose again.

His body rose into the air, raised the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, and slashed at Jieli Khan.

The flying blood covered his hideous cheeks, but it couldn't hide his god-like body.

He made a desperate bet and swore to kill Jieli Khan with a single blow.

Whatever the outcome, what awaits him is to enter a state of weakness and become a lamb to the slaughter.

But he had no choice but to take one life and exchange ten thousand lives.