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Just looking at this sweeping aura and familiar marksmanship, it is undoubtedly the white robe army.
Could it be... the White Robe Army? !
Liu Hongji was so excited that he was on the verge of tears, thinking that the White Robe Army was disbanded by Lord Zhen after the Battle of Weishui.
Now it turns out. . . . . .He was lucky enough to be rescued by the White Robe Army!
What a surprise!
"Don't fight back, waiting to be captured and taken as a prisoner by the Turkic barbarians?"
At this moment, the man with the tiger head mask.
Quietly came to Liu Hongji.
A cold rhetorical question brought him ruthlessly back from these speculations to reality, the present moment.
Liu Hongji hesitated to speak, and looked at the person in front of him.
Apart from a pair of indifferent eyes and an icy aura that should not be approached by strangers, there is nothing else.
Liu Hongji shook his head violently, looked at the divine soldiers and generals falling from the sky in front of him, and put away his emotions.
Liu Hongji raised the bright silver gun again, and said in a sonorous and cold voice: "Soldiers, follow me to kill!"
"kill!"
The Tang army soldiers around him also revived their fighting spirit.
They all followed behind Liu Hongji and rushed towards the Turkic barbarians.
The fighting continued, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.
Just at this moment, Gongsun Jian's sharp gaze shot directly at the Turkic barbarian general who was commanding the army to fight.
"Ah!"
"Should the thief be captured first?"
"Then you...will definitely die!"
As he spoke, Gongsun Jian held Fang Tian's painted halberd and charged towards the barbarian general.
"Quick, don't retreat, kill, kill them all!"
"And those Tang Jun, don't let them escape!"
"Go up, go up, kill an enemy, and reward a cow and sheep!"
This Turkic barbarian general didn't realize at all that he had been targeted by the god of death.
Just when he tried his best to command the battlefield and wanted to reverse the defeat.
A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
The Turkic general turned his head quickly, feeling a 'thump' in his heart.
Gongsun Jian didn't know when.
It has quietly appeared in front of him.
"Death!"
hum!
Fang Tian's painted halberd in Gongsun Jian's hand sank vigorously, and swept towards the barbarian general sideways.
This guy can become a general, and he is by no means an ordinary person.
Frightened, he quickly picked up the mace in his hand.
Draw a halberd towards Fang Tian and greet him.
Those who are good at wielding maces are mostly those with amazing arms.
Otherwise, its weight alone would be daunting.
In his opinion, the black-armored knight in front of him is brave, but if he fights hard...
Boom!
Clang!
puff!
The two weapons collided fiercely.
The Turkic general never expected that the opponent's arm strength was so powerful.
Even he couldn't bear it.
This blow made his arms go numb and his jaws burst open.
A bloody smell welled up in his throat.
Just spit out a mouthful of blood.
It was dark before his eyes, and countless gold stars were shining, and he almost didn't fall off the horse's back.
But when he was extremely frightened.
On the opposite side, Gongsun Jian Lin Qiu had a flash of disdain in his eyes.
Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand threw out a spear flower.
The next moment, it was more like a flood dragon going out to sea, stabbing at his neck.
"what?"
puff!
There was a scream, accompanied by a soft sound.
Fang Tian's painted halberd pierced his throat directly, and blood gushed out.
Gongsun Jian smiled coldly.
There was no trace of pity in his eyes.