"Servant Mohe, it's your turn!" Zhang Bairen stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at Mohe the servant in the battlefield with a pair of eyes.

"Hmph" Mo He snorted coldly: "I just don't know what to say, the reason why the god was killed by you is just that the exercises happened to be restrained by you." This general is not comparable to the wreck of God, you can't restrain me, how can you kill me!"

"Oh~"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the cold was pressing.

"Among the hosts, I finally have a chance to try it!"

Zhang Bairen unsheathed the long sword at his waist, jumped off the city with a light leap, and headed towards the Turkic army.

"Bairen, no!" Yang Guang landed at the head of the city at this time: "The Turkic army is not much weaker than my Great Sui, and there are also soldiers and traitors hiding in it, if you go, it is no less than a sheep in the mouth of a tiger." ”

Listening to Yang Guang's eager shout, Zhang Bairen smiled lightly and suddenly looked back: "Your Majesty, wait a moment." ”

"Kill!"

As soon as Mo He waved the banner, the Turkic army suddenly changed its formation and came towards Zhang Bairen.

Zhang Bairen sneered, and with a slight stroke of the long sword in his hand, the three Turkic warriors who came from the siege had already lost their lives.

On the hairpin behind him, the four divine swords continued to cheer.

I don't know when, four shadows as black as ink suddenly appeared behind Zhang Bairen, and every time Zhang Bairen killed someone, those four shadows immediately pounced on him, sucking out the person's essence and plundering his essence.

The Turkic soldiers rode their horses and galloped, and one after another the scimitars that flashed with cold light were stained with blood stains that had not yet dried up, and slashed towards Zhang Bairen.

The blood stains are the blood stains of the Han family's comrades.

"Kill!"

As soon as Zhang Bairen stomped his feet, the earth suddenly rolled up one after another earthen walls, and the Turkic array fell in an instant, and the soldiers flew out of their horses and lost their center of gravity in the air.

"Poof!"

The Turkic soldiers could clearly see Zhang Bairen's sword, cutting, and wiping it towards his neck, but he couldn't dodge it.

The hideous faces were full of despair and pleading at this time.

That's the desire to survive!

"The people of the Thirty-Nine Cities of Yanmen have also been so eager to wait, but how can you do it? The sinful people who have been stained with innocent blood are not worthy to live in the world and waste food!" Zhang Bairen's words were very cold, and the cold void was about to freeze.

One after another, the corpses were constantly spread under their feet, but I saw that the corpses turned into powder in an instant, dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Could it be that the Metropolitan Governor is possessed by a blood demon?" Looking at this scene, Li Shimin at the head of the city said in shock.

Bian Chun Guijun shook his head: "The Metropolitan Governor took the essence of the dying person, and even the three souls and seven spirits refused to let go, obviously he really moved the killing machine." ”

"Most of the capital is very much in charge of the evil sect! Not to mention that the sword is on the wrong side, and now he still uses such evil methods, it is simply the largest evil sect in the world!" Li Shimin looked at the killing spree, and Zhang Bairen, who was still calm and unfazed in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops, showed an ugly look in his eyes.

The stronger Zhang Bairen is, the more uncomfortable he becomes.

The overwhelming Turkic army that could not see the shadow, Zhang Bairen's killing speed was very fast, and he could barely see the speed of his sword, and his whole arms turned into phantoms.

One by one, the corpses fell to the ground, and the devouring speed of the demon shadow was not as fast as Zhang Bairen's killing speed.

If the four divine sword bodies are dispatched, it will naturally kill one and absorb the other, but now it is just the demon shadow in the divine sword that strikes, and the speed is greatly slowed down.

Corpses are everywhere!

When the proud army of the Turks turned into waste, they could only let Zhang Bairen kill.

The long sword in his hand made contact with the opponent's steel knife, and the long knife was cut in half by cutting tofu, and his life was taken away in the shocked gaze of the other party.

"Mo He, you are still the number one master of the grassland, and you actually just sent your soldiers to die, this seat is really an eye-opener!" Zhang Bairen's words were full of mockery.

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Turkic stronghold

Zhang Bairen's move to kill the Blood Demon naturally alarmed Shibi Khan.

At this time, Shibi Khan and the servant bone Mo He stood together, looking at Zhang Bairen, who was invincible in the battlefield, looking at the fallen corpse, Shibi Khan coughed: "What do you think?"

"King, Zhang Bairen slaughtered my Turkic son, and his subordinates will go out to fight with him, and then call this fight for a while, I am afraid that the hundreds of thousands of my Turkic army that I want to kill will collapse!

"You're no match for him," Shibi Khan shook his head.

"Hundreds of thousands of troops formed a large array to help it, how can they not even kill a single Zhang Bairen!" ”

The "arrangement" began to sit in the rear and began to dispatch troops.

The power of the great array flowed, and the evil spirit of the army swept and bound Zhang Bairen like a snare.

"Bang!"

"Such a powerful array, it actually suppressed thirty percent of my strength!" Zhang Bairen frowned.

Thirty percent power!

Only suppressed thirty percent of the strength, if the onlookers knew that Zhang Bairen was only suppressed thirty percent of the strength in the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of troops, they would definitely be stunned.

Of course, it took hundreds of thousands of troops to suppress Zhang Bairen's 30% strength, which is also related to the fact that the Turks are a group of rabble.

The people of the Central Plains practice day and night, and practice constantly. And what about the Turks?

The Turks still have time to graze! Everyone is a wandering tribe, and when there is something to do, they are together temporarily, and when they have nothing to do, they go back to their own homes, and if the great array is really practiced like Middle-earth, then it is strange.

If you try to change the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Great Sui, Zhang Bairen estimates that his strength will be suppressed to about sixty percent.

Of course, this refers to the regular army of the Great Sui.

"Kill the servant bones!" Zhang Bairen was too lazy to waste time with these little minions, and a sword in his hand slashed out, and the void cracked in an instant, and countless soldiers died.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Bairen continued to kill the servant Mohe.

As for the killing of Shibi Khan, that is unrealistic.

The son of a thousand catties is not in danger, Shibi Khan will definitely not fight with Zhang Bairen's two armies in front of the battle, and he has no chance to get close to Shibi Khan.

The servant bones are coming!

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses were strewn all over the field.

No one noticed that the crimson blood silently moistened the frozen 'god'. The front of the god was slapped by Zhang Bairen and turned into pieces, and at this time, in the endless blood, it actually began to slowly recover, and the layers of cold ice were merging.

The blood of the drought!

The drought is a hot thing, and it naturally restrains the cold.

On the contrary, the ice continued the vitality of the 'gods', and did not let its vitality go bad.

"Zhang Bairen, don't be presumptuous!"