As soon as he heard this, Li Guangbi came to his senses, "Okay, let's go!

"Leave at the inn ......"

"Don't worry about it, you, take a hundred people to help defend in the city, and give the horse to the immortals. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "The young riding Cao was very decisive, and directly sent another one to Zhang Liao.

Two hundred light horsemen split against each other, half led by Li Guangbi, with Zhang Liao's horse as the leader, and quickly rushed to the south gate.

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Wei Chi was very glad that the man in gray recognized Sulu first, and he was lucky to escape. He was determined to return to the north and reorganize his army in his base of Illino.

However, as soon as he was about to rush away, a piercing shriek that he least wanted to hear came after him. "Holy! I forgot there's a witch!"

Without waiting for him to turn around, Peng--golden light burst out, instantly suppressing the dawn of dawn. The familiar mist of blood rose again, and I don't know how many guards behind him were suffering.

Pusira has not fully recovered from the exhaustion of oil. But she is so brave and ruthless, and she will never let go of any enemy. As the morning glow loomed, she struggled to grab enough sunlight from the air, gathered into a golden spear, and threw it at the back of the king of Khotan!

This blow, even with men and horses, evaporated ten Khotanese close guards.

But in an instant, she herself was caught in a close encirclement.

The Khotanese army and the Turkic elite cavalry, who did not flee with the two kings, still had more than 400 horsemen, and with the determination to die, they trapped the long-legged woman who had just experienced the scorching fire on the sand dunes!

Proud Templars, there is no submission in the dictionary. Her mana was exhausted, and she fought with her flesh and blood, and a pair of long legs flew up and down, defending against the dense jungle of knives and guns...... One by one was swept away.

But this method, compared to the previous Holy Light Critical Attack, could no longer deter the mad warriors of the Western Regions. These men howl like wolves, desperately trying to regain their lost self-esteem from this woman. The situation is dire!

As the corpses piled up around the dunes, Pucila's strength gradually faded, and she felt a blur in front of her, was it a loss of strength? hadn't been like this in a long time...... Last time, it was in ......

Choke—the scimitar slashed across her back, and the armor of holy light burst into blooms of essence that quickly faded from her body. This last talisman spell also left her.

Poof—a spear slammed into her shoulder, peeking through her collarbone, the pain causing her to wake up for a moment, and she pulled the whole spear out with all her might, the shaft coated in holy blood. Incidentally, the spear bearer's terrified eyes widened as a fist rapidly enlarged in his eyes. Until it slammed into the door completely.

Boom - a war horse accelerated and slammed into the air, blasting the demobilized paladin into the air, time seemed to slow down at this moment, and Pusira, who was rolling horizontally, could clearly see the spears erected on the ground, all pointing to their own landing points...... Those cruel eyes were expecting a scarred stab.

A dazzling ring of thunder shattered all delusions, and a sudden arc of lightning flowed through every crowded soldier like a life-seeking snake. They screamed in despair, shaking violently and twisting blackly, and their spears all turned vertically and horizontally, hanging down into a staggered stretcher, just enough to catch the free-falling Pusila.

"Zhang ......" The holy lady who was lying on her back to the sky smiled, and smiled so brightly that it seemed that all the pain had nothing to do with her. She thanked Heavenly Father for His grace in sending the person she was most looking forward to at the last moment.

Zhang Liao swung out this "big-eared thunder" from ten zhang away, but he didn't expect it to be not a thunder ball, but a thunder ring! In a hurry, the ontological Dao method advanced again and turned into a group kill. He was ecstatic—it was better to come sooner rather than to be lucky!

The adrenaline rush made him wave his hands alternately, and his feet didn't stop at all, rushing to the top of the sand dune. When he picked up the dying Pusira, there was no more to face it.

The remaining arcs of lightning still flowed between the scattered armor and iron shields, occasionally crackling and then annihilating.

The 200 remnants of the sand dunes have already begun to scatter and flee in all directions -- what are these all about? The big demons are one after another! This place is haunted, and Lao Tzu is no longer playing!

You don't want to play? I haven't played enough! Li Guangbi's Tianyue Hundred Riders also arrived, and immediately started the chase game. There really is no need to go into details, it is just a one-sided massacre.

"Pusila!" Zhang Liao pressed his hand against her wound, trying to slow the rushing plasma. "Don't sleep!"

This call is sincere, and there is no falsehood.

The eldest grandmother's eyes opened a thin slit, and her blue eyes were firmly fixed on this newly familiar oriental face, "Zhang ......"

"I'm here. ”

"I'm tired ......"

"No, don't sleep!"

"I'm ...... cold"

Zhang Liao hugged her into his arms, "I know." This is a symptom of excessive blood loss and only needs to be ......"

Before he finished speaking, his waist was twisted hard, "It's not romantic...... You should say, let me warm you......"

Judging by the strength of this twist, this girl should not be as weak as it seems. Zhang Liao hesitated for a moment, slowly pushed her half an arm's length away, still holding her body, and carefully observed the wound on her shoulder-

Under the light of dawn, countless faint golden rays pulled out silk fibers and began to weave new flesh and blood, and the wound was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, this situation reminded him of Zhan Yu's junior brother's ontological Dao method, "regeneration".

He didn't care to blame her for scaring people, and smiled from the bottom of his heart, his snow-white teeth shining up her face.

She laughed too, "Am I recovering too fast? Can't you just hug a little longer......"

Zhang Liao said, "I know that your spells rely on sunlight, and hugging will block the light, which will delay ......"

Teng! A slender and beautiful leg kicked away Rory's stupid guys, "I really don't understand romance." Pusila sat up on her own. He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head and neck, "Whew-this fight, it's quite a good fight." Except for the Zoroastrian one, although the others are very vegetable, they are better than enough in number. I think I have a great experience of group fighting. ”

When Zhang Liao heard this, he stood up, "By the way, there may be another fight to fight, what about the mysterious man?"

Pu Sira also stood up, but then shook a little, and Zhang Liao hurriedly held her steady.

"I'm fine, my blood pressure is a little low for the time being. Just let in the sun a little longer. Let me ask you first, did the king of Khotan stop you?"

Boom! Gollum...... A human head rolled down between the knives and guns on the ground and came to a halt at Pusira's feet.

The eldest grandmother tilted her head and looked at it for a while, "Hey, it seems to be that guy, Captain—what's going on?"

"Wei Chi Guan!" Li Guangbi stood five meters away from the two of them, smearing the blood stains on his hands on the fur of the war horse. "We bumped into each other head-on when we came, and this guy actually dared to run north! Tianyue Army is not a vegetarian. ”

Zhang Liao nodded to Pu Sila, "Well, it was General Xiao Li who personally cut off the head with a horizontal knife, and he will definitely be promoted this time." ”

Li Guangbi smiled, a little proud that he couldn't suppress. Around, the Tianyue army began to return one after another, there was no hiding place in the desert, and the rebels had been completely wiped out.

Pusira pointed to the Sanwei Mountain in the west, "There is also a king, who was chased over there by the gray-clothed man. ”

Li Guangbi's body shook up, and he was about to give an order - but Zhang Liao stopped him, "I'll go! You are here to take care of the holy woman, if she moves again, I will come back to settle accounts with you!" Xiao Li is young after all, and when he heard these domineering words, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue as if he saw Brother Ziyi present, "Okay." ”

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Zhang Liao did not choose to ride a horse because he saw the white dromedary. This fellow rode like a cloud and a mist, running in the desert, much faster and more smoothly than a war horse.

On top of that, the wide soles of the camel's feet give birth to thick cushions that neither sink into the sand nor make a sound.

Along the way, shocking corpses were scattered continuously, all dressed as Turkic elite horsemen, and the methods of death varied, but all of them had only one wound.

When the man in gray saw Zhang Liao arrive silently, he was about to rush into the shed and raid. Zhang Liao rolled over and landed, patted the camel, and nodded to him. He pointed to himself again, and made a roundabout gesture to the back of the shed, this rather modern expression, the man in gray instantly understood, and slowly nodded to him, which can be regarded as a tacit understanding.

Inside the shed, Sulu Khan was on the verge of collapse, which made him even more irritable, and kept yelling, "Don't get out of here! I'll count to three, one ......."

Before the word "one" was finished, the papier-mâché lattice behind him was suddenly split open by an arm, and a well-sized thunderball hit his back. It wasn't enough to be lethal, but it was enough to stiffen his limbs for a moment—and this moment was truly deadly!

A gray shadow suddenly appeared from outside the door to the inside of the door, and only the two frames of start and stop were visible, and the intermediate process was all cut. The Sulu Khan and the comer looked at each other, separated only by a long-bearded old man.

Sulu subconsciously wanted to exclaim, "How dare you!" but didn't say a word...... The soft part of the bottom of his jaw was pierced upward by a short knife, directly through the skull, and the white brain pulp flowed out along the nostrils, and even some directly into the lungs, choking him until he wanted to cough...... Unfortunately, it is not needed.

This short knife is his lingering nightmare. Now, finally taste it for yourself. A heart no longer worries about anticipation, but falls to the bottom.

it, but that's it...... He thought.

It was the last thought of his life. There are unwillingness, regrets, and some sadness.

As Sulu Khan's body withered and fell to the ground, only the freed hostages were left to look at the gray-clothed man.

The long-bearded old man recovered from his fright, a little surprised, a little delighted, raised a finger dipped in paint, and scratched tremblingly, "You, you, you...... Are you back? Have you found your way?"

"Not yet. The man in gray replied lightly, shook the red and white object on the blade, and put the knife into its sheath. He asked, "Did the window open again?"

"Not yet...... Don't be discouraged, I was the first to see that you must not be mortal......" The old man did not ask a word who the fallen thug was, and seemed to be more concerned about the problem of the rescuer.

"Thank you, Uncle Bao. I'm in Chang'an, and I've met your apprentice. ”

"Oh—is it Wu Yanzi? How is he? Can he eat enough? Didn't he say he went to Luoyang before?"

The man in gray smiled for the first time, albeit lightly. "You're in your forties. You can rest assured, he is in a tight position. Xuanzong ordered him to enter the palace, and he was promoted from the enshrinement to the doctor of internal education, and a painting was hard to find, and the whole dynasty spoiled him. ”