Le lay in the pile of dead people, stunned as he watched the last man in black beheaded into the king of the tomb, his mind was blank, he never thought that a person could be so fierce, more fierce than a wolf.

King Qiling's arm was constantly bleeding, and she staggered to Xue Yiren's side, picked her up, and muttered to herself, "Why are you so stupid, why did you run out, why did you do it for me...?" ”

King Qiling couldn't hear the answer, the once radiant girl in her arms was no longer breathing, and she could no longer pester her like before, saying that she liked her, and she wouldn't care what she looked like under the mask.

This girl who only wants to marry her wholeheartedly and be her wife is dead, and in order to save her, she dies! King Qiling held the hands that were getting cold, looked at the face with a smile in his eyes, picked her up, walked into the wing, and carefully placed her on the bed, as if she was just asleep.

"You are the wife of the 'King of Qiling', and you always will be!" In a soft voice, King Qiling looked at the girl's face like a husband looking at his wife lovingly.

King Qiling finally walked out of the room, carefully covered the door, she pressed the knife on her waist, and walked to the place where there was still the sound of fighting, and on the other side, Feng Siniang also put down Huangquan and walked to the same place with her double knives.

Walking on the dark street, Li Ang gradually approached the post station, and he suddenly heard the sound of dense horses' hooves, from far and near, it seemed to be heading towards the post station, "Something happened!" He murmured. He slammed his feet and ran towards the station, and Trist frowned behind him, and followed closely.

Rushing to the door of the post station, Li Ang heard the faint sound of the exchange of blades coming from the post station, and at this time, a biao's tiger and leopard riders also rushed to the front of the post station, they were tiger and leopard riders patrolling the city, and they happened to pass nearby. Hearing the faint sound of swords and soldiers coming from the post station, he rode his horse over.

"My own people." Li Ang saw those tiger and leopard riders staring at him and Trist beside him, and shouted softly, only then did those tiger and leopard riders see clearly the military uniform he was wearing and relaxed.

After banging open the door, Leon smelled blood. The throat of the post guard was cut, and the body lay not far from the gate. Leon's brow furrowed, he pressed his knife, and rushed to the inner hall with Trist, while the tiger and leopard riders scattered, and the team of twelve people followed the sound of the blade clashing sound.

In the courtyard, Li Ang saw the corpses all over the ground, he was stunned for a moment, and rushed into the wing room not far away, "Luoshen." Xiaoyu! He shouted in the darkness, his voice anxious.

"Childe!" Hear Leondi's voice. Yuan Luoshen hugged Huo Xiaoyu and opened the door of the wardrobe and ran towards Li Ang.

"It's okay. It's okay! Li Ang looked at the pale Yuan Luoshen and Huo Xiaoyu, squatted down and hugged the two of them tightly, and said softly, "Childe has something to do, you have to listen to Uncle Cui's words, you know?" ”

Yuan Luoshen and Huo Xiaoyu nodded, stood beside Trist, and watched Li Ang walk out of the room.

Gao Huan sat at the table. Although the sound of swords outside the door was near, he was still personable. Without the slightest flustery, "You said you came this time to kill which of you?" Looking at Ashina Sheer and Zhu Ting, who were sitting on both sides of him, he asked with a smile.

"The Tuoba family and the people in Chang'an who want me to die are not stupid enough to openly do things in the city, these people are here to find him." Zhu Ting glanced at Ashina Sheer, who was quietly beside him, and said lightly.

Gao Huan listened to Zhu Ting's words, stood up, walked to the red sandalwood frame where the sword was placed, picked up the purple gold tiger swallowing heavy sword, and quietly said to himself, "If you can kill here, you must be a master, but you have to see it well." ”

"Without my order, you are not allowed to leave here for half a step." Gao Huan looked at the seven black cavalry camp guards in the room, said coldly, and then went out with his sword in his hand.

The white slave looked at Gao Huan who suddenly pushed the door out, and was stunned for a moment, and the three remaining black-clothed attendants beside him were already swinging their knives.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, the heavy sword in Gao Huan's hand was unsheathed, weighing forty-six catties, and the thick sword body made of iron Damascus steel swept with the power of Pei Ran Yu, breaking the three black-clothed attendants' backhook knives like a devastating slash, skimming their chests, and the heavy sword body shattered their sternums.

Under the sweep of the sword, the three people died. The slave laughed, and the nine-foot chopping knife he dragged on the ground suddenly picked it up and slashed at Gao Huan.

In the humming sound of gold and iron, the heavy sword held the horse chopping knife, and the two heavy soldiers sharpened together, making a piercing sound, Gao Huan and Bai Nu carried the strength of their whole bodies on the sword, wanting to overpower each other.

The faces of the two were very close, and each other could see their reflections in each other's eyes, "Drink!" Almost at the same time, the two of them exerted force at the same time, and in an instant, the powerful force that erupted from the arm was added to the blade and the blade at the same time, and the two forces collided and bounced each of them out.

The moment they retreated, the two of them were on tiptoe at the same time, and the bluestone under their feet cracked, and with the power of this shock, the swords of the two struck again, and the thick sound of gold and iron resounded in the sky. Hearing this roar like a dragon's roar, Li Ang rushed to the place where the two were fighting.

Li Ang looked at the white slave who was wielding the knife, and was stunned, the Turkic in front of him looked exactly the same as the red slave he killed in Kushui Town, the only difference was the eyes of the two, the eyes of the person in front of him were less wild and more steady. "He is the warrior god of the Turks!" Li Ang suddenly drank violently, and slashed at the white slave with a horizontal knife in his hand.

Bai Nu did not deny that since twenty years ago, he has become the stand-in of Ashina Yunlie, and he is the martial god, the Turkic martial god. Hearing the sound of breaking the air from behind, he took a diagonal step, dodged Gao Huan's heavy sword, and turned around to meet Li Ang's horizontal sword.

"Don't take his knife!" Gao Huan's heavy sword missed, his steps froze, and he looked at Li Ang and shouted.

Li Ang wanted to put away the knife, but it was too late, the horizontal knife in his hand that was beaten by hundreds of steels collided with the nine-foot-long, sixty-pound horse chopping knife, almost in an instant, the horizontal knife broke, and he was shocked by the power of the horse chopping knife and flew upside down, and fell heavily to the ground.

Gao Huan stepped forward quickly, blocking in front of Li Ang before the white slave's knife fell, and the heavy sword held the horse chopping knife, and the two confronted each other again.

Li Ang still dropped the handle of the horizontal knife in his hand, looked at the tiger's mouth full of blood, got up from the ground, stared at the figure of the white slave, and approached him empty-handed.

"Get out of the way!" Look at it and think

When Li Ang came in, Gao Huan shouted, he didn't want to see Li Ang being beheaded in two.

The white slave looked at Li Ang, who was approaching him lightly, his face became solemn, the eyes of this young man, like the master who defeated him twenty years ago, must not be underestimated.

Once again, Leon narrowly escaped the shock of the slasher, but he still couldn't get close to the white slave and fight the melee combat that he was good at.

Gao Huan watched Li Ang retreat from the wandering of life and death several times, his eyes showed essence, and the heavy sword in his hand was no longer hard against the horse chopping knife, but entangled with it by tricky angles and swift sword speed.

The white slave's brows furrowed, he was really jealous of the young man beside him who made him feel faintly uneasy.

Leon once again relied on the ghostly steps to approach the two of them, and the moment the swords collided, he bullied into within three feet of the white slave, his hands grabbed his wrists holding the knife, and his feet twisted the white slave's waist and abdomen. Immediately, the two of them became crosses and fell to the ground.

Looking at the two people rolling on the ground, Gao Huan didn't expect Li Ang to use such a trick, and in a daze, the two people on the ground were separated, Li Ang was broken free by the white slave, and he received a heavy blow to the chest, but he also threw off the white slave's horse chopping knife. "Don't let him take a knife." Leon shouted, a burst of blood welling up in his chest, and he spat it out.

Seeing this, Gao Huan rushed forward, intercepting the white slave who wanted to pick up the knife, and the heavy sword slashed out, forcing him to keep retreating.

Leon wiped the blood from his lips. Picking up the nine-foot chopping knife on the ground, he threw it into another courtyard across the wall with the strength of his side.

Just when the white slave was forced into danger by Gao Huan, the mutant was born, a fire broke out in the backyard of the post station, and the room where Zhu Ting and Ashina Sheer were also resounded with the sound of violent fighting.

Gao Huan changed color, he couldn't imagine that the Turkic Martial God in front of him had such courage. did not hesitate to use his example as bait, if he hadn't been cautious and left seven personal soldiers in the room, presumably at this time, Ashina Sheer in the room would have become a ghost under the knife.

"I'll go." Li Ang pulled out the short knife and military thorn in his waist, shouted at Gao Huan, and ran to the room.

in the room. Ashina Yunlie was holding a narrow Qin sword in his hand, and he looked at Ashina Sheer, who was standing behind the four remaining soldiers of the Black Cavalry Battalion, with a calm face, and nodded.

"Is my uncle here in person?" Ashina Sheer looked at Ashina Yunlie and asked quietly, he didn't know that the man in front of him was his real uncle, who had concealed his identity since twenty years ago and was secretly in control of the Turks.

"Yes, the Great Prince." Ashina Yunlie looked at his nephew, who had high hopes for him. He replied softly, his current identity is the strategist of the cronies of the 'Martial God Ashina Yunlie'.

"He's going to kill me too?" Ashina Sheer looked at Ashina Yunlie with an indifferent face in front of him. Asked. Ever since he was a child, he had always worshipped his uncle, who was called Valkyrie. He longed that one day he could become the martial god of the Turks, go to the south and the north, and become a hero admired by everyone on the grassland, but he didn't expect that one day, the uncle he worshiped would come to ask for his life in person.

"Your Excellency has his own problems, you should understand." Looking at his nephew with a sad face, Ashina Yunlie finally shook his head and said.

"Bitter. It's just some kind of Great Turkic pipe dream, let's talk about it. And only for personal ambitions. Ashina Sheer shouted, "I will not die, one day, I will return to the Turks and give the Turks a truly prosperous and peaceful life." ”

Zhu Ting quietly looked at the Turkic man dressed as a scribe and holding a long sword in front of him, and frowned, this Turkic man gave him the feeling of danger.

Ashina Yunlie looked at his nephew, shook his head, and swung his sword upward, the long sword was so powerful and weird, although the four soldiers of the Black Cavalry Battalion who stopped him were brave, but two of them still fell under his long sword.

Although he knew that he was not the opponent of the Turks in front of him, Zhu Ting still made a move, he picked up the horizontal knife on the ground, and blocked the long sword that was slashed towards Ashina Sheer, Ashina Yunlie turned into a pick, and when the blood appeared, he cut off Ashina Sheer's right arm.

Ashina Sheer covered his broken arm, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he gritted his teeth desperately, not letting himself make a sound, just looking at Ashina's cloudy eyes, which were terrifyingly calm.

Li Ang, who rushed forward, held the long sword that slashed towards Ashina Sheer with a short knife. Li Ang stood up straight and protected Ashina Sheer behind him,

Ashina Yunlie looked at Li Ang, who was guarding his nephew, and shook his head, "The Turks don't need a waste man to be a khan, and no one will follow him. After speaking, he ignored the people in the room and retreated.

"Give him medicine." Glancing at Zhu Ting, who was still alive, Li Ang pointed to Ashina Sheerdao, who was almost fainting in pain, and then chased him out, in his opinion, this Turkic man in a scribe's costume was terrifying, and the aura on his body made people feel a faint sense of awe in their hearts, not like a scribe.

"My lord, you've got it." Ash Na Yunlie looked at the white slave who was forced by Gao Huan to be in danger, the long sword was handed and loosened, and he rescued him, the white slave looked at Ash Na Yunlie and left with him.

Looking at the two who were separated and leaving, Gao Huan glanced at Li Ang, who had arrived, and chased in the direction of Bai Nu.

In front of the burning house, Bai Nu turned to look at Gao Huan and Li Ang who were chasing behind him, and his eyes showed the consciousness of death, he knew from the beginning that he would die here, as the doppelganger of Ashina Yunlie, let the myth of the Turkic Martial God end.

Li Ang and Gao Huan stopped and looked at the white slave standing quietly in front of the flames, those remnants of the Martial God attendants had been annihilated by the tiger and leopard riders who came one after another, and the Turkic Martial God was at the end of the road!

In the silence, the wind chimes rang, Li Ang listened to the familiar bell, looked over, and saw King Qiling holding the knife on his waist, walking over step by step, the white clothes on her body had been stained red with blood, and her whole body exuded a bad aura, and the eyes of the white slave were even more cold and chilling. On the other side, Feng Siniang was carrying two lancets, the clothes on her body were still dripping with blood, her eyes were fierce and cold, and the two of them seemed to be lone wolves who had lost their companions, which made people feel a kind of palpitational sadness.

Li Ang looked at the white slave and pulled out his military thorn, everything tonight must be concluded!