Just a moment before the black-faced god touched the ground, Jiang Rentu forcefully twisted the red sickle in his hand around the black-faced god's neck, and whispered: "A stick of incense." ”

With a loud bang, the body of the black-faced god fell heavily to the ground, but the human head was lifted up by Jiang Shuangtian with his left hand, pinching his hair, and just when the red sickle was swirling around his neck just now, the human head of the black-faced god had been separated from his body.

He picked up the scythe in his right hand, and held the head of the black-faced god in his left hand, stood up straight, and looked calmly at the white poor army rushing to the front.

The three words of a stick of incense seemed to be still echoing in the ears of the black-faced god, but he was already in a different place, and his headless body was lying on the ground, unable to get up again.

I thought it was disemboweling, but Jiang Shuangtian couldn't help but cut off the head of the black-faced god in the end.

The black-faced god had also taken off other people's heads many times, like picking peaches, and took off other people's heads from their necks, just like the head of the prisoner who had been plucked outside the Pinghe Giant Prison before.

And now his head is also carried in the hands of others like this, but at the moment before death, the instantly dilated pupils are just a subconscious reaction, and there is actually no additional emotion in his heart, when the red sickle that hooks the soul is stuck in his neck, he knows that his death is doomed.

Or should it be said that when he found that his legs were becoming more and more unbearable, he knew that he was already more and more auspicious, and before he died, his eyes glanced at the direction of Bai Qian, and sighed in his heart: I couldn't catch up after all.

"Iron Winter Melon! Foolish!" Bai Qi rushed to the horse like crazy, but he couldn't go any faster, and he wished that he could fly in the air.

But it was late, and Bai Qiao, who was riding on the horse, watched as the fat man hooked the red sickle around the neck of the iron winter melon, and then fell down.

Then the sickle swirled around the neck of the iron winter melon, and Bai Qian watched all this, and instantly felt that his heart was tightly pinched by a big hand, and his heart was held in the hands of others, and every inch of his body shrank fiercely.

His eyes protruded, as if he was about to jump out of his sockets, the closer, the closer, the closer the cavalry led by him was closer to the two of them, but what was the use of this.

What he saw was just a fat man in front of him holding the head of the iron winter melon in his hand, he couldn't do anything, he shouted heartbreakingly, he was hoarse, his eyes were about to split, but this could not change the fact that the iron winter melon was already in a different place.

At this point, Bai Poor's head was already blank, and he couldn't care about anything, he just wanted to trample the fat man in front of him into a puddle of meat mud now.

Raising the long knife in his hand and pointing obliquely at the sky, his eyes were cold, his mouth roared, and he launched a charge of death, at this moment he didn't even care about his own life.

Just when the white poor army and Jiang Shuangtian standing on the ground were less than a hundred feet, a long neighing of a fierce horse sounded, and a tall horse with dark red skin and an unusually handsome head galloped over, and its mane was made a graceful arc by the wind.

It was the mount that had followed Jiang Shuangtian in the southern and northern wars for so many years, and seeing the horse galloping forward, Jiang Shuangtian rushed forward, stepped down with his legs, and sat firmly on the back of the undulating horse.

The human head holding the iron winter melon in his left hand, the red sickle on his back with his right hand, knocking the horse's belly with his legs, and after clamping it, he didn't even pull the reins, and he let out a hearty laugh when he looked up. It's been a long time, and he, Jiang Shuangtian, hasn't fought like he did just now for too long.

After the horse felt that Jiang Shuangtian was sitting firmly, he also raised his head and let out a cheerful neigh, his hooves did not stop, he ran faster, made a turn in front of him, turned around and rushed forward, and rushed forward in a roundabout way, and rushed forward in the face of the white poor army.

The first to ride in front of him was Bai Qian, who was holding a long knife, a weak man who ran in front of him desperately, looking at Jiang Shuangtian who was getting closer and closer, not afraid at all, or he only had one thought in his mind at this time, that is, to cut the person in front of him off the horse, and there was no longer any fear of emotion.

I wouldn't think that the fat man in front of him was a person who couldn't even be killed by the iron winter melon, and he rushed so quickly that he was just sending him to death, but Bai Qian, who has always been smart, where did he think of these at this time, as long as he looked at the head of the fat man in front of him, he felt that his heart was about to explode.

The front and back were not far apart, but it was just a matter of the next moment, and they suddenly bumped into each other.

Jiang Shuangtian's handsome horses and Bai Qian staggered by, and there was no scene where Jiang Ren Tu danced the red sickle in his hand, cut off the head of Bai Qian, and blood shot out.

Of course, it is even more unlikely that Bai Qian will cut Jiang Shuangtian off the horse with a knife like a god.

Instead, Jiang Shuangtian rushed forward, hung the red sickle behind his back, and at the moment when he staggered past Bai Qian's horse, he used his body to block Bai Qian's knife, but he was unharmed.

Then he grabbed forward with his free right hand, and when he mentioned it, he dragged Bai Qian off the horse, grabbed the front collar of the robe and rushed forward for a distance, and the cavalry around saw that Bai Ye was in the hands of the fat man, and they did not dare to dance the knife and get the gun, for fear of injuring Bai Ye in the slightest.

Between this grab, Bai Qian's whole body was pinched by Jiang Shuangtian's fat palm, his feet were off the ground, hanging in the air, and the moment he got off the horse and flew away, Bai Qiao instantly recovered from the blank state of his brain.

At this time, in front of everyone, he was grabbed and lifted in the air, a drop of cold sweat slipped from the hair on Bai Poor's forehead, and he looked around and found that his subordinates were looking at him with all kinds of eyes, and his heart was full of shame and hatred.

Jiang Shuangtian held the head of the black-faced god in his left hand, and held the white poor body high in his right hand, riding on a tall horse, a round head scanned around, not angry and arrogant, no one dared to move slightly, and he was majestic and domineering.

There were thousands of people around, although they didn't dare to move a little, but they were also eyeing Jiang Shuangtian in the center, holding long knives and iron guns.

And Jiang Shuangtian looked at the crowd around him who didn't dare to move slightly, and suddenly burst into laughter, and then threw Bai Qiao's body face down on the horse's back, took out the red sickle behind him, and pulled the tail end like a python's mouth and waved it in all directions.

The red sickle came out of his hand, and the sharp and cold knife edge rotated around and returned to Jiang Shuangtian's body, and was grasped by one of them.

The sound of ping-pong bells rang all over the place, whether it was a long knife or an iron spear, they broke to the ground, and the people on all sides were overturned and fell off their horses by the huge force on the knife edge, and the crowd erupted into a burst of screams of surprise.

Jiang Rentu held a red sickle in his right hand, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and fought in the direction of Li Piaoxue......