The second killing came as quickly as everyone expected.

After the festival was over, the Khan of the land, who had died in a very uncertain manner, the khans and tribal leaders, of course, dispersed.

No matter how sad they are, they also feel that the murderer will appear again, at least until tomorrow......

However, on the way back, the Tuku tribal leader was attacked again.

When the news came, the iron-colored and iron-colored wooden pole Khan and the crazy Lei Hezhe, whose expression faintly revealed changes, rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

Then they found that the leader of the Tuku tribe, with his fifty warriors, had not survived.

It's still a sword and two cuts.

Another slaughter.

A massacre only two hours after the death of the Khan of the land.

The point is that the dead tribal leader is the culprit who indulged his subordinates in making trouble before.

The main point of discussion at the meeting was that the Khan of the Wooden Pole wanted to punish the soldiers of the Tuku tribe, but was protected by others.

These leaders are not completely biased towards the Tuku tribe, just because all tribes are like this.

Disobeys military discipline, conflicts repeatedly, and the knife is used as soon as the brain is hot.

The wooden pole khan wants to kill chickens and monkeys and improve the combat power of the army, and they also understand, but once the iron law is really formed, then the lives of the warriors of various tribes in the future are equivalent to being directly in the hands of the wooden pole khan, how can they be willing to regard their subordinates as private property?

Don't talk about any vision, we don't even have culture, just look at the present!

The wooden pole Khan knew that in his position, he would seek his position, and if he was replaced by the leader of the tribe, he would also protect his own samurai, which was limited by class, and there was no way.

But now, justice has come from heaven.

The Khan of the Earth died first......

The leader of the Tuku tribe died again......

What will the little khans and tribal leaders who had been skeptical before?

"It's not about random killings, it's about intensifying the contradictions between my ministries."

"Is it Qiren?"

"It's still Zhou!"

The anger in the Khan's eyes dissipated and turned to calm thought.

He originally thought that this assassin was sent by the Northern Qi, after all, this time the Turkic army went south, and it was the Northern Qi who attacked.

But at this moment, he changed his guess and believed that it was a conspiracy of the Northern Zhou.

In order to make the Turkic army unable to hold back, it started a major war with the Northern Qi first.

This was the case in the battle seven years ago, when the Northern Zhou Turks attacked the Northern Qi together, and as a result, the Northern Zhou occupied a large area of territory and expanded the frontier, but the Turks did not reap any benefits and rolled back to the steppe in disgrace.

How can we fall for the enemy's tricks again?

"National Teacher!"

In view of this, the Khan of the Wooden Pole looked at Hezhe with a look of please

"This person is practicing swords!"

Hezhe's eyes were shining, looking at the corpses all over the ground, the excitement at the corner of his mouth was expanding: "I can't control it the first time, this time it's matured a lot, go on, I'm looking forward to you reaching the strongest moment!" ”

Don't look forward to it, the third game is coming soon.

Before the corpse could be seen, another guard came to report that another tribal leader had been killed.

The Khan of the Wooden Pole was pale, and rushed to the scene with the mad Rehezhe.

It was found that this person was not a troublemaker, but the weakest defense, and there were only thirty guards with him.

And this time, it's no longer a sword.

There was only one sword mark on all the corpses.

Whether it is in the chest and abdomen, or in the back, or in the door of the brain, no matter the length of the wound, the sword qi enters the body, and it is a fatal blow.

Hezhe's eyes swept and he bowed slightly.

It's been progress again.

The power of martial arts moves lies not in simple strength, but in control.

To be able to exert the power of the vast heaven and earth according to one's own needs, to exert the power of putting the enemy to death, no more, no less than a trace, is the embodiment of reaching the peak.

Xiang Yutian under the shattered void, opening the immortal gate, controlling the heavens and the earth, and gathering immeasurable vitality, can be called the "immortal" of this world.

And the Great Grandmaster uses his own strength to fit the outer heaven and earth, and then he attracts the great power of the sky in a small area, causing an offensive that is as powerful as a god and a demon.

Now this assassin, let's call it an assassin, the swordsmanship he performed, began to approach this realm.

The corners of Hezhe's mouth opened, and there was a long-lost sense of excitement all over his body.

For the Great Grandmaster, the challenge of the vast majority of Grandmasters is just a mantis arm.

Crushing a self-defeating insect is no fun, only the kind of existence that can really threaten itself is an opponent worthy of a fight.

For example, the "crazy knife" Yili who challenged him at that time.

Another example is the current Central Plains assassin who does not stay.

Hezhe looked forward to it.

Wooden pole was furious.

Thankfully, the first night was over.

There are no new killings.

The next day, as soon as the sun shone on the earth, dozens of elite Turkic cavalry immediately began to search nearby, the dust was overwhelming, and the patrol guards inside the camp also began to adjust, pulling the defense line apart, expanding the scope, not seeking to be foolproof, as long as they warned at any time, it was against the assassins.

Then the next night, the killing returned.

The Grim Reaper continues to take people.

The Turkic army of 200,000 people, divided into four armies, not to mention these free and casual Turks, even if they are well-trained and elite in the Central Plains, it is impossible to make a significant change in just one day.

In fact, they are better than the same, and the flaws are even greater, with the terrain and deployment map provided by the night raid team, Huang Shang is almost free to come and go, killing in the other three armies except the Chinese army, unsheathed again and again, and testing the sword again and again.

The Khan of the Wooden Pole and the Wild Rehje followed him everywhere.

After all, those who died were at least the leaders of a thousand-person tribe, and the wooden pole Khan always had to say something, and appeased those tribal warriors, while Hezhe looked at the wounds that were getting thinner and shorter, and his smile gradually became perverted.

"The sword is almost done."

Although the wooden pole Khan also had the strength to approach the grandmaster when he was young, but now that he is old, his pursuit of martial arts will naturally be put down, and seeing that Hezhe has shown an unprecedented sense of excitement since he met, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart: "National teacher? ”

The Khan didn't ask any questions about the words later, but the meaning was already clear.

Can you defeat this terrible enemy?

Hezhe didn't bother to answer.

In his eyes, this is just a challenge that can be called a surprise in a long life.

As for the threat?

Can mortals threaten the firmament?

Joke!

But apparently others don't think so.

Third night.

Fourth night.

Fifth night.

The killing continues.

Although the guards of the various little khans and tribal leaders became more and more tight, and even the inner and outer three layers, Huang Shang could not succeed, so he could only retreat to the second, passing by and looking at a handsome Turkic soldier, he gave him a sword, and the efficiency was greatly reduced, but this feeling of panic finally made them feel the despair of the invaded.

One person, an army of aggression.

After killing for several nights, the cumulative number is only hundreds

Compared to the 200,000 army, it is only a drop in the bucket.

But the crux of the dead figures, the tragedy of the guards who lost their lives, but a dark cloud shrouded them.

All of them have black lying silkworms.

The ancients are no better than modern people, staying up late to burst liver hair loss has become commonplace, they do it at sunrise and rest at sunset, it has become a habit, so black and white are reversed, except that it is really martial arts cultivation to a certain extent, such as the Yin Sect up and down, otherwise it is really unbearable.

And something even more terrible happened.

Fifth night.

Vashi Khan died.

Died in the big tent only 800 meters away from the Golden Wolf King's Tent.

This time, the guards around him were not killed, only he was killed, a sword was fatal, and he was bloodied.

But when the wooden pole Khan heard the news, his face changed drastically, and he felt the threat to his life for the first time.

It's too close.

Not close to the camp, but too close to his people!

With a short distance of eight hundred meters, for an ordinary samurai, it only takes dozens of breaths to sprint with all his might, let alone those top powerhouses?

So, when he looked at Hezhe, who had already been standing in the tent but had failed to take down the enemy, there was an unprecedented doubt in his eyes: "National teacher? ”

Hezhe didn't answer, and looked at Vashi Khan's body.

He really didn't find out before Vashi Khan's death, but the moment the sword came out, he grasped the fleeting breath, but when he drove out of the tent, the other party had already killed Vashi Khan and left directly.

This is the real Assassin.

One hit, thousands of miles away.

This also proves that in terms of the speed of the explosion, this person is not weaker than his great master.

As for the hiding, it is even more above him!

When manpower is poor, even if it is a great grandmaster, it is not a radar, and it is impossible to scan in all directions without dead ends.

They tried their best, and the fine range of mental scanning would not exceed 300 zhang at most, that is, about 100 kilometers, and if they wanted to be more accurate, it would only be 100 zhang.

Compared to the attack range of the Six-Vein Divine Sword of the Low Martial World, the upper limit has risen significantly, to a very exaggerated point, but obviously, this assassin wandered on the edge and completed this extremely dangerous assassination with extremely strong mobility.

This is no longer a tactic.

It's a slap in the face.

It was the old face of him, a Turkic national teacher, a great grandmaster who had been famous all over the world for decades.

Hezhe was furious.

His face calmed down, and his excited smile subsided.

But the Turkic people around him had an unparalleled sense of fear.

It's like a dark sky, the moment before the thunder and lightning are about to pierce the night sky, the torment and depression.

But after a moment, Hezhe spoke: "He won't kill again, the sword is done." ”

The wooden pole Khan followed his gaze and finally found that the wound of the corpse this time was only a three-inch blood mark on the neck.

With that, he turned and walked away.

Prepare for battle!

Seeing the invincible back, the wooden pole khan was not happy, and his eyes were full of worry and ......

Waver.

As if to prove Hezhe's vision, the following night, there was indeed no killing.

But the feeling of a mountain rain coming and the wind filling the building weighed heavily on his chest, especially the wooden pole Khan, who almost couldn't sleep at night.

Finally.

It was a full ten days after the first killing.

On this night, Huang Shang walked to the Turkic camp, stood a thousand meters away, and opened his mouth to roar: "Crazy Lei Hezhe, come out and lead the death!" ”

The voice of the god was heard from afar, resounding through half of the Turkic camp.

Bang dang!

In the midst of the king's tent, the wine glass in the mouth of the wooden pole khan knocked over to the ground, stood up suddenly, and ordered angrily: "The wolf guard attack, take him down!" Take! ”

Inside the big tent, Hezhe, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, got up slowly, and walked out.

His pace was unhurried, but with each step, a faint thunderclap roared, pushing his body forward, as if shrinking into an inch, and in an instant he came outside the camp.

But at this moment, a cloud of dust fell down and covered his face.

The sound of horses' hooves of thousands of horses also drowned out the mighty thunder.

It was the three thousand wolf guards of the most elite of the Wooden Pole Khan, who had been preparing for battle for a long time, and as soon as they heard the challenge of the comer, they immediately roared out in anger.

Hezhe's face finally changed.

"It's coming!"

Witnessing this scene, Huang Shang smiled.

In this psychological warfare, his goal has never been "Wild Thunder" Hezhe, but the wooden pole Khan.

The great master has gone through ups and downs, his soul has been tempered thousands of times, and he is as firm as a rock, and he will not be shaken because of a few assassinations.

Even if Huang Shang showed evidence, all three of his apprentices died because of himself, and even put three neat corpses in front of him, He Zhe's mental fluctuations would not have the slightest flaw, but would take the opportunity to burst out with stronger killing moves, and the killing would be fast!

Such a existence, in this world, can be called a demigod.

Even in the evaluation of the main temple, they have already completed the road of rebirth and officially begun to be otherworldly.

But no matter how strong Wild Ray Hezhe is, he still has flaws.

This flaw is not in himself, but in his position, his responsibility.

He was a Turkic national teacher, a supporter of the Wooden Pole Khan, and a reliable support for the Wooden Pole Khan to subdue the leaders of many small khanate tribes.

And the Khan of the wooden pole, not a demigod.

Although he was the Great Khan of the Turkic Empire and the most powerful person in the world, he was just an ordinary person in terms of spiritual cultivation.

Even if his psychological quality is much stronger than others, the truth that caring is chaotic remains the same, not to mention that Hezhe is too important.

As a symbol of force and spiritual sustenance of the Turks, Hezhe cannot be defeated!

In the case that the Turkic army of 200,000 has been overwhelmed this time, and a considerable amount of grain and grass has been consumed, Hezhe must not be defeated!

In any case, no matter how small the odds are, Hezhe can't be defeated!

However, before Hezhe checked the sword marks again and again, he became more and more excited, and finally gave birth to a sense of excitement that he would meet a good talent and meet an opponent in chess, and then he turned to prepare for the battle, which brought more and more pressure to the wooden pole Khan.

And the close-range assassination within 800 meters proves that this great master is not omnipotent.

So when Hezhe went out of the camp to meet the battle, in pursuit of a thrill that is rare in life, the wooden pole Khan sent an army of wolf guards first.

Obviously, he also knew that the Wolf Guard army could not hold the other party, but he could directly interrupt this decisive battle.

He wants to be foolproof.

And looking at the faces that relied on the strength of the crowd to be fierce and vicious, Huang Shang smiled proudly, turned away, and disappeared into the darkness, only listening to the chic long groan, echoing under the stars:

"Fujian trombone is back, thousands of mountains and wind and rain are howling Qingfeng!"

"Turkic National Teacher, the so-called Thunder ......"

"But that's it! But that's it! ”