The bloody scene did not frighten the six monkeys, on the contrary, he was very excited, his eyes flashed, his expression changed richly and quickly, envy, praise, admiration, yearning, in short, the image of the mysterious man born in front of him in his mind was irreplaceable, and there was a tendency to sublimate into a god.

The mysterious man's sword skills are nothing commendable, and they can even be said to be rudimentary, but they are fast enough, ruthless enough, and accurate enough, and where the blade passes, there must be a place where blood is splashed. In the blink of an eye, there were already as many as a dozen people who had fallen under his blade, and less than half of the remaining Great Food Soldiers had fallen.

Death brought more panic to the Great Food soldiers, and the two generals were killed one after another, so that the combat effectiveness of the remaining Great Food soldiers could not be effectively played, if they set up a formation to fight, Li Huaitang would definitely not be so easy.

Li Huaitang's surroundings were full of broken limbs and remains, and blood kept gathering towards the dense water under the action of the rain. And the death continues, Li Huaitang seems to be tireless, the knife is still the same, and the surviving soldiers of the Great Food have no intention of fighting. Someone, already secretly aiming at the location of the war horse.

Want to escape? No way!

Li Huaitang separated a hesitant scimitar in his left hand, and his right hand slashed out in time to slash and kill another enemy, at this time, he was already holding the knife in both hands, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring. No one dares to doubt that he is the most powerful warrior in the legend of the steppe, oh no, the god of war!

Why kill? Li Huaitang's understanding is very simple, they chose hostility, and since they are enemies, they must be killed completely.

On the bank of the Mishui River, there was a strange scene, and more than a dozen soldiers of the Great Food retreated step by step under the coercion of Li Huaitang, trembling in fear.

No one noticed that when the Great Food Soldiers fought fiercely with Li Huaitang, Tang Nu Heizi had been freed from the rope bondage, and hundreds of slaves were also freed from the bondage.

"Kill!"

Li Huaitang saw that the slaves behind the big cannibals rushed forward in groups and swallowed the remaining big cannibals, and the weapons in their hands were very simple, either a wooden stick or a stone. However, the number and courage made up for their disadvantage well, and with Li Huaitang, the messenger of light, the courage of the slaves was unprecedentedly strong. In contrast, the Great Food Soldiers, who had no intention of fighting, were already in danger, and they were eager to jump on their horses and flee from this place immediately.

The two Great Food Soldiers fought their way and rushed to the war horse desperately, only to find that the road ahead had been blocked by the mysterious God of Killing at some point.

"Fight!" A soldier of the Great Food assumed a mourning pose, but the desire to survive still prevailed over fear. Although courage is commendable, it can't change the gap in strength, and the scimitar that slashed at Li Huaitang lost its strength and accuracy in mid-air, because the owner of the scimitar had no head.

Li Huaitang coldly raised the sword that was still dripping blood, pointed at the last Great Food Soldier, and waited for his decision.

“#￥%…@”

Unexpectedly, the soldier collapsed, discarding his sword and falling to his knees, just as the slaves had cried and pleaded.

Li Huaitang didn't understand, and he didn't have the heart to understand, and the war knife was waved down indifferently, and the roots of his ears were suddenly clear.

The blade passes, and the head falls. Well, it feels good. Li Huaitang couldn't control the excited thoughts that popped up in his heart.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the enemy was dead, but there were still hundreds of strangers in ragged clothes and excited expressions looking at him pitifully, as if waiting, perhaps, more appropriately with anticipation.

"Hiss!"

A horse cry suddenly remembered from behind Li Huaitang, Li Huaitang looked back, a man in white was riding on horseback, trying to control the war horse with high hooves, the horse's hooves fell to the ground, like arrows rushing out, and ran in the direction of Samarkand City upstream......

Still escaped one!

Li Huaitang smiled and didn't care.

The slaves smiled wryly, with a hint of concern.

The rain seemed to be a dance and a supporting role in this battle, which ended as soon as it was over.

Although they missed a single fish that slipped through the net, the excitement and enthusiasm of the slaves were high, and they had just collected a dozen or so soldiers of the Great Food that once seemed to be insurmountable, and they were free from now on!

Li Huaitang looked at a swarthy, sturdy man like a tower, walked over tremblingly, knelt down reverently in front of him, holding a round "strange egg" in both hands, raised it high above his head, and presented it in front of his eyes, not knowing what he was shouting in his mouth.

“@￥%@”

Hell, what I heard today is so inexplicable! Li Huaitang was shrouded in clouds and fog, and the more serious his expression was, the more nervous and uneasy the crowd became.

"Who are you?" Li Huaitang vigilantly picked up the "strange egg" and asked coldly.

In fact, he didn't even know who he was, subconsciously, he only vaguely knew his name, and he had no memory of the rest.

"Huh!? It's a Tang person, I said it, you look at his appearance, just like us, it's really our Tang Dynasty. In the crowd, a voice of excitement sounded.

Li Huaitang finally understood. Following the prestige, it was a teenager, scrawny, looking at himself with elation, his mouth constantly moving, his thin shoulders shaking with excitement.

"You, come here, tell me, who are you, what was he talking to me just now?" Li Huaitang beckoned the young man in the crowd to come over.

"General, general, my name is Six Monkeys, we are, slaves." The boy who called himself the Six Monkeys had a very respectful attitude and was a little nervous.

"General? Slave? ”

Li Huaitang fell into deep thought, looking for the lost fragments in his memory, but unfortunately, his mind was still blank.

"So, what did he just say to me?"

Through the "strange egg" in his hand, Li Huaitang found three words, it was his name, engraved on the surface of the "strange egg", could it be that this is my belongings? It was this item that played a joke on itself and allowed him to avoid Stud's killer blow. But why are these slaves so careful with their "weird eggs"?

"The general has an artifact in his hand, and they call you the Lightbringer! Well, it's equivalent to our heavenly soldiers! ”

The way the six monkeys laughed looked silly and innocent.

"I'm a Lightbringer?" Li Huaitang was inexplicable.

"Yes, Lightbringer!" In the crowd, someone responded with an affirmative tone.

After a few moments, the entire crowd cheered: "Lightbringer! ”

Not only cheered, but the excited crowd also knelt respectfully on the ground, kowtowing neatly to Li Huaitang.

Well, it's good, it feels good to be respected, it's good to be on top, it's good to kill.

"Yes, I'm the Lightbringer, here, I'm in charge! From now on, you will be my soldiers of the Ministry of Light! ”

Li Huaitang forgot the trace of unhappiness about his life experience in his mind and enjoyed the identity in front of him. The eldest husband is alive, where can he not deduce the romance, isn't everything in front of him a good start, who can guarantee that I will not be able to own a city tomorrow, and even be the king of a country?

"Huh? No, what about my clothes? In addition to the excitement, Li Huaitang was embarrassed to find another difference between him and the others......

The clouds have lifted, the air is exceptionally fresh, and a new grassland tribe is born due to a misunderstanding and a "weird egg" crystal ball. But no one noticed that there was also a smaller crystal ball, buried in the mud of half water and half mud, hiding quietly in the grass......