Ignoring the disgusting limerick, Yang Shuang set his sights on the Chinese military tent.

This Turkic general is a little special.

He was about fifty years old, and he was an old man with white hair and a white beard!

It's just that I don't know if it's because of the hurry to come out, or because I'm not afraid of the cold, I only have a piece of tiger skin around my waist, and the rest of the parts are naked!

He held a long bone staff, wore a cow skull cover, and two horns were hideous and black, making the whole person clothed in a layer of mystery.

The most eye-catching thing is his neck and limbs, which are covered with various bone ornaments, which at first glance can be called a dazzling array of eyes.

Dressed up like this, Yang Shuang reminded of a lofty profession in the future: African chief!

No, it's a local tyrant!

"A bald man? Yumen Guan Guancheng?! "The old man speaks ancient Chinese well, the words are clear, and he has a Shaanxi tone.

Yang Shuang frowned.

Whether it is a Yangguan horse thief or a Turkic person, they can even see through his identity!

Could it be that the Jade Gate Pass has been lost?

Thinking of this, Yang Shuang's heart tightened again.

The newly built Yumen Pass is the original base for him to be the king and hegemon in the future.

There was inexplicable anger in my heart, shaking my wrists, waving my stick, and smashing down!

"Kill !!"

The old man seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and the bone staff was raised, and with a muffled bang, he actually put a weight of more than 600 catties in the air!

Silver Wolf Sacrifice, Samoyed-Gusser, Combat Power: 98.

It's all over the calf!

Yang Shuang gasped.

This is definitely the strongest combat force he has encountered!

Even the Dunhuang Warlord, Lao Kunlun and others did not have such ability.

When the two exchanged hands, the Turkic soldiers who surrounded and killed them all stopped their movements and knelt on the ground.

"Ulala Hula ·······"

Zhong Kui, who was panting and wielding a horizontal knife, hurriedly withdrew from the battle circle, with a blank look on his face.

Yang Shuang's face changed slightly, this old man is in Turkic, and he definitely belongs to a transcendent existence!

Otherwise, how could a barbarian who only knows how to fight and kneel when he says kneel?

Even, in order to kneel down for the first time, someone didn't even bother to resist the horizontal knife cut by Zhong Kui, so that his left arm was cut off!

But even so, the man didn't care, and looked at the old man with a fanatical face, like a hungry man who had been holding back for several years, and met a beautiful woman who had stripped naked.

Yang Shuang took the stick and retreated, three or five meters away from the old man, before turning over and dismounting.

His eyes flickered quickly, and he was searching for a war knife and a giant shield to meet the conditions for the use of the "Violent Tiger Feng He".

Stun this old guy and run on horseback!

It's a pity that the well-armed Turkic soldiers, who had only hand axes and spears.

"Bang ·····"

The old man's face was full of compassion, but he was not prepared to leave Yang Shuang with any chance to escape.

The footsteps moved, the thin arm was not left behind, and the inexplicable bone staff hit the end of the iron rod with a thousand powers, and Yang Shuang's wrist was faintly numb.

"Bang Bang ·····"

After several consecutive impacts, Yang Shuang's hands were wooden, if he didn't move like a mountain, he would definitely be repulsed!

Strong!

Could it be that this is a super-first-class powerhouse?!

"Bang ······"

Resisting a stick again, Yang Shuang felt a fishy sweetness coming from the depths of his throat.

It can't go on like this!

Otherwise, you will definitely be knocked to death.

His mind turned sharply, and a flash of inspiration flashed in Yang Shuang's mind, and he immediately stopped resisting, but led the old guy to the Turkic crowd who were kneeling on the ground and didn't know how to dodge.

The iron rod is wielded, and the defense turns to attack.

"Bang Bang ·····"

The Turkic soldiers who were affected were immediately trampled to death.

This is not the end, every time Yang Shuang collects the stick and swings the stick, he will intentionally or unintentionally sweep the heads of the kneeling soldiers around.

The lethality is full, and the results are even more brilliant.

In just a moment, more than twenty Turkic soldiers had fallen!

"Gollum ······"

The old man soon found out Yang Shuang's intentions, and whispered a few words to the surroundings, and the people lying on the ground got up one after another to stay away from the battle circle.

"Zhong Kui, find a war horse and withdraw quickly!"

The surroundings were empty, and Yang Shuang also had a chance to escape on horseback!

However, before Zhong Kui could get on his horse and run away, the old man suddenly broke out, knocking, patting, picking, and stabbing with a bone cane, and it slashed like a storm.

Without the slightest martial arts or combat skills, Yang Shuang held his breath and concentrated, ready to rely on his physical fitness to take over.

But at the moment when the bone staff fell, time seemed to become extremely slow, and even the attacking bone staff was divided into several afterimages and stagnated in mid-air.

Bullet time!

Suddenly, a thought flickered in his mind, Yang Shuang subconsciously took two steps back, retracted the iron rod, and stomped on the ground with both feet.

"Tianxiang continues to live!"

The official position has reached Guan Cheng, and the upper limit of blessings has been raised to 500 people.

Twelve hours, 10% of the vitality is restored every hour, if all the blessings are given to one person, the hourly recovery becomes 5000%, what will be the effect?

It seems that as long as you don't die and throw yourself into the volcano and get into the mouth of the tiger, you can't die!

After dodging the attack and using the skill, Yang Shuang's movements did not stop.

Holding the iron rod that went deep into the earth, he raised his middle finger at the old man.

"Breaking the kettle and sinking the ship!!"

The round sledgehammer condensed from blood quickly split into two handles in the air, one hidden into the old man's body, and the other spun for a moment before disappearing.

Yang Shuang endured the feeling of dizziness, grabbed the iron rod to stabilize his body, looked at the second hammer that fell into the air, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

There are no other enemies around!

The old man, who was still wielding his bone staff and preparing to continue attacking, froze on the spot after touching the blood sledgehammer, as if he had been struck by lightning.

In the next second, the bone staff fell to the ground, and the originally plump cheeks quickly dried up, and within a moment, they were already wrinkled, like ugly oranges!

[Ding, kill the enemy general: Gusser, get a general soul.] 】

Guther: 98 combat power, available to your generals, weapon: bone staff, skill: passive - hardiness, staff method. Pet: Samoyed.

The extreme recovery made Yang Shuang hungry, but fortunately, the combination of skills did not leave sequelae!

And, the effect seems to be surprisingly strong!

If there is no limitation of the cooldown time, in the future, if you go out to learn from Zhuge Liang, get a small car, lie on it and insert "Tianxiang to continue your life", and keep throwing hammers at the enemy, maybe you can destroy the entire Wagang!

Well?

Knocking to death a few Turkic soldiers who stood on the spot in disbelief, Yang Shuang suddenly noticed the last prompt of the system.

Samoyed?

Samoyed?!

In my previous life, there was a buddy in my rural hometown who got two dogs, one was a golden retriever, and the other was a Samoyed!

One brown yellow, one pure white!

That thing had to pull Yang Shuang to study how to string out the golden Samoyed, so he rummaged through the history of the two dogs and studied it for half a year!

Yang Shuang vaguely remembered that the Samoyed dog was originally a dog breed bred by the Samoyed people, the aborigines of Siberia!

Could it be that the Samoyed mentioned in the book is this old man?

Kicking away the Turkic soldiers who were trembling and almost collapsing after their faith was extinguished, Yang Shuang reached out and took out the white animal that looked like Erha at the door.

Nest grass!

Could this be the future mischievous and adorable Samoyed ancestor?

But how does Yang Shuang think about it, how do you think this is a second ha!