In the face of the scimitar that exuded bloodthirsty light, the captured Tang soldiers did not have a trace of fear.

"Lao Tzu's bones are much harder than your knives."

Li Dabiao tilted his head as he spoke, exposing his neck.

He wants to use his life to prove that his bones are harder than the Machetars of the Turkic barbarians!

"Damn two-legged sheep!"

The Turkic barbarian roared angrily, then raised the sharp scimitar in his hand.

"Die!"

As his words sounded, the scimitar that emitted this bloodthirsty light slashed down at Li Dabiao's neck.

The surrounding Datang soldiers couldn't help but close their eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

They are not afraid of death.

But he didn't dare to see Li Dabiao die in front of his eyes.

"The bones of our Han people will always be harder than your scimitars."

The crowd choked and muttered.

They are determined to use their lives to prove that the bones of the Han people are harder than the Turkic mutilated scimitars, just like Li Dabiao!

"Click!"

As a muffled sound fell, everyone couldn't help but open their eyes.

I saw Li Dabiao with the pride of the descendants of Yan and Huang on his face, and slowly closed his eyes.

But the sharp scimitar was stuck in his neck.

The Turkic miscellaneous slash with all his strength was actually stuck by Li Dabiao's bones!

He proved a fact to this group of Turkic mothballs with his life.

The bones of the Han people are far harder than the scimitar!

"Captain!"

"Big brother!"

Everyone choked up and yelled.

Their eyes were red, and tears cut through their cheeks.

"Damn Han Chinese!"

The Turkic barbarian yelled in annoyance.

I saw him pull out the scimitar stuck in Li Dabiao's bones, and then "poof" according to Li Dabiao's stomach is a burst of indiscriminate chopping.

He is venting the timidity and humiliation in his heart!

"Come and kill me!"

"There is a cut of Lao Tzu!"

"Lao Tzu's bones are harder!"

The surrounding Datang soldiers roared angrily.

They scrambled to prove that the bones of the Han people were harder than the scimitar!

"Kill!"

"Kill all these damn Han people for me!"

The Turkic barbarians led roared angrily.

But his voice hadn't fallen yet.

A breath of death rushed towards him.

The wind blew as if it was about to tear the sky, and the horses on which the Turkic barbarians sat roared incessantly.

A fear that had never been felt before spread in the hearts of the surrounding Turkic barbarians.

In addition to fear, their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

A flash of silver light flashed.

Then I heard a "poof".

Fang Tian's halberd, with an endless murderous aura, pierced the dim night sky and passed through the chest of the Turkic leader.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the Turkic leader's body was pinned to the wall.

The blood mist fell, and the white eyes of the Turkic leader seemed to jump out.

He didn't understand why he died until he died.

Facing this Fang Tian Painting Halberd that exuded an endless murderous aura.

Look at the horrific corpse of their leader.

The surrounding Turkic barbarians were petrified in an instant.

Even though they are bloodthirsty.

But in the face of this terrifying picture, the bosses of their mouths opened one by one, but they couldn't make a sound.

Shock!

A deep fear swept through their bodies in an instant.

Their courage was shattered in an instant.

Could this be a divine punishment from heaven?

Isn't God looking at it anymore?

"Oh my God! You've finally opened your eyes! ”

After a short period of shock, a Tang soldier couldn't help but raise his head and howl.

"Who's coming? Get out of here and die! ”

The Turkic barbarian, who reacted, clenched the scimitar in his hand and looked around vigilantly.

"Click."

There was the sound of horses' hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves, which gradually became clearer, stomped fiercely into the hearts of the Turkic barbarians.

"Who?"

"Get out of here!"

The Turkic Miscellaneous shouted in terror, hiding the endless fear in his heart.

In the night, Qin Zichuan, dressed in white armor, slowly came into everyone's eyes.

The momentum of the world's eyes instantly dispersed.

The endless murderous frightening Turkic barbarians retreated again and again.

……

Along the way, Qin Zichuan was deeply shocked.

That kind of anger that has never been there.

The urge to kill that never existed.

Fill their blood.

He felt like his body was about to explode.

He's going to kill!

Only blood can extinguish the endless murderous aura and anger in his heart!

"He's the only one!"

Looking at Qin Zichuan, who came alone, the Turkic miscellaneous finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kill him and eat meat!"

"Slaughter this group of damned Han Chinese!"

Before the angry roar of the Turkic Miscellaneous fell, he heard Qin Zichuan roar "Ah".

Fang Tian's painting halberd, which nailed the Turkic leader to the wall, trembled as if it felt the call of its master.

I saw Qin Zichuan jump up and stomp on a Turkic crumbly head with one kick.

White brains and blood mixed together, splattering everywhere, unusually terrifying.

Then I saw Qin Zichuan kick the wall.

The walls collapsed with a bang.

And he grabbed Fang Tian's halberd, turned around and slashed at the heads of the Turkic miscellaneous.

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

The blood mist was flying, and Fang Tian's halberd directly split a Turkic miscellaneous fragment in half.

Shock!

The horrific scene in front of them made everyone's hearts tremble.

Overbearing!

One blow kills, and all living beings are terrified.

The surrounding Turkic barbarians were petrified.

One by one, their mouths wide open, they stood in place stupidly.

Even if they were killed, they couldn't believe that the picture in front of them was real.

But then, Qin Zichuan kept waving the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand.

Like a harvester, it reaps the lives of the Turkic miscellaneous dogs.

Blink of an eye.

The Turkic mounds fell in a pool of blood.

They died in denial that it was true.

Qin Zichuan held Fang Tian's halberd in his hand and stood in the center of the corpse.

Fang Tian's halberd kept ticking this blood.

Like the god of war!

The surrounding Tang soldiers opened their mouths wide, as if they had an egg in their mouths.

They stared at Qin Zichuan in front of them, they really couldn't believe what had just happened.

A single blow cuts the Turkic Miscellaneous in half.

In the time of one breath, kill more than a dozen Turkic miscellaneous people.

Could it be that the gods descended to earth?

After a while, a Tang soldier reached out and rubbed his eyes fiercely and pinched his thighs.

"The god of war descended to earth, and we were saved."

Feeling the pain coming from his thigh, he realized that he was not dreaming, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The god of war descends to earth!"

"The god of war descends to earth!"

The shouts came and went, but they couldn't shout the joy in their hearts.

They are not glad that they are saved.

Rather, they see hope.

Youzhou is saved!